Background again: Freya is a ward of King Uther, as well as Morgana. They are very close. This one kind of bothers me a little bit when looking back on it, because of Morgana's usual stoicism– but come to think of it...we never really get to see her happy in the show, do we?

I tossed and turned in my sleep that night, unable to stop thinking of Morgana. Who was she with? Where could she be? And more importantly, what was she avoiding. She had been missing for almost a fortnight now, having originally mentioned that she was on the pilgrimage to her father's grave again, this time riding with Sir Mordred. Arthur and King Uther trusted that young man implicitly, but that was no longer to be the case whenever or if ever…

No, I chastised myself, don't you ever think like that! Morgana is out there, and she will return. I rolled over once more, trying to hold back the tears and remembering the last time Merlin and I had gone looking for her. I had even used a tracking spell, but she was nowhere to be found. Either Mordred was taking extra precautions, or something was terribly wrong.

Scuth-thump!

I bolted upright as I heard the sound, dreadfully close to my bed, and slowly looked around, grabbing the dagger from under my pillow that Arthur had given me for protection. Then I saw a shadow raise itself from the floor, and as I slid down. I saw my chance. I crept up behind the figure holding them at knife point, willing to use my magic if I had to.

"Show yourself before I run you through." Then the figure turned, and the small, low pitched giggle, caused me to drop my weapon and throw my arms around her.

"Morgana!" I held her tightly as my arms flung about her in an almost reflex. "Thank God you're all right !" I put her at arm's length, examining her face and hands. "Are you hurt? Where the hell have you been?" But she only smiled as though the entire situation was glorious, as she hugged me back.

"I'm fine, little sister," she said quietly, joyous, "I'm absolutely wonderful!" It was her turn to put me at arm's length and look into my face, when suddenly, her eyes widened, only to enhance my confusion and she ran over to the window from which she had entered, calling out rather loudly, almost reckless.

"Are you all right, my love? Can you get in without getting noticed?"

I heard a loud call from far away, "Not if we keep shouting like this! I love you!"

I could see her smiling and biting her lip as she contemplated a response to what was clearly Sir Mordred's voice. I knew they were in love, but this behavior was starting to become frightening, especially from her. She would wake the entire castle! Something was different, and I could not wait to hear what.

"I love you too Mordred. More than all the world!"

And with that she turned to me, face utterly blissful. If I had not known better, I would've said she was enchanted, but this was obviously not the case.

"Morgana," I said starting to feel the frustration creeping in, "where have you been? There has been no word, no sign from anywhere! Your fosterfather is worried sick, as is everyone else, and if you don't give me a good explanation to why you disappear for two weeks and then reappear with a smirk as big as a—"

"Mordred and I eloped!" She cut in stopping my sentence. Then noticing my face, as it faded to and from a myriad of expressions: anger, fear, disappointment, disbelief, began to justify herself hastily.

"I know it's only been months, but Freya… I've never felt more alive with anyone else. He understands me. And I understand him! He has always been there for me, and other than you, has given me more support and more affection than anyone ever has! He is kind and brave, and everything I could ask for in a companion as well as a friend. I know it's nowhere near the same, but I know you are starting to care for Merlin, and he for you, for the exact same reasons. I know this may seem foolish, but… I love him, and have done so for so long that I can no longer imagine my life without him." My heart stung as her voice began to crack with emotion. "Please, Freya, try to understand."

For a few moments, my face was like a stone, and I saw my dear friend looking at me in abject terror. Exactly what I wanted. I let the smiled pour forth like water and let out a barely audible high-pitched squeal as I ran to hug her.

"Why on earth did you not tell me?" I asked, "I could've flown to you! Been there! What—"

"It was too risky," she said, chuckling "with both you and I missing the search would have been doubled, because let's face it, everyone knows I'm the rebellious one! Besides," she let loose a cheeky grin, "I know someone who would've turned over every stone for you come second morning!"

I smiled sheepishly, "maybe, but…" I looked at her again. Barely able to believe it. "You're married!

She laughed, "I know!" She proffered her hand, showing a small golden ring with a triskellion emblazoned on it. I took her hand in amazement.

"The symbol!" I screeched, "oh my God, it's beautiful!"

We both laughed joyously not being able to believe the good fortune that surrounded us.

Then there was the knocking.

"Freya?" I heard Arthur's voice, coming muffled from outside the door. "Everything all right?"

Morgana and I looked at each other worriedly. Let the fun begin.