"Cause though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."

Morgana was standing outside of Camelot lost and confused. All she could remember was that Merlin tried to kill her and that Morgause had saved her. She couldn't remember anything after that and the interesting thing was that she never resented Merlin for it. Sometimes she had nightmares that she'd made a deal that resulted in the death of many Camelot citizens and knights. Sometimes she felt that she could hear Merlin whispering 'I'm sorry' to her. All of the visions had been true, then. In the days after she kissed the manservant and found themselves silently admitted of their feelings something changed. She knew she had magic and somehow it went sour. She found herself on the wrong side…

But in that time she also found herself truly detached of Uther. She hated him. She couldn't stand the man he was and how desperately he hated magic. At time he didn't even seem to care for his own son. He mistreated everyone and had a bitter dislike of everything. Morgana seemed to recall that this was why she agreed to a terrible task. One that left her without Merlin, one that left Merlin to kill her to save others… no, she couldn't be mad at Merlin for making a selfless decision.

Aside from that she wasn't sure how long she'd been gone, how much time had passed. All she knew was that she saw Camelot's white walls and that she was trying to get there, trying to get back home again. Branches started to crack behind her. She whipped around and fell into a tree trunk. Several footsteps and hooves sounded nearby. The only sound she cared to hear, however, was Merlin's voice calling her name.

She rode with Merlin who had been the first by her side. She held onto him and gazed behind him every so often at a very frustrated Arthur. So rarely it was that he didn't get to be the hero. She had a feeling that Merlin was always the good guy, though, leading and guiding Arthur down the right paths. Morgana even wondered if Arthur could attain victory without his supporting manservant and the advice he always gave at the right times.

Gaius and Uther were standing outside on the steps to the castle. Uther was the first to come grab her from the horse. She was so weak and tired that she didn't resist the monster's grip around her body but she didn't look at him at all. She had no respect for him and hoped the worst for him in the future.

Days seemed to pass by before Morgana got to see Merlin again. Gaius and Gwen tended to her every minute of every day, ensuring that she was in good health and well fed. They explained to her bits and pieces of what had happened leading up to her disappearance, nobody mentioning once that Merlin tried to kill her to lift a curse. A curse was never mentioned, and Merlin's role in his disappearance complete absent. Again his good deeds were left in the dark. One evening when Arthur came to visit she asked why Merlin avoided her.

"I've asked him that several times, Morgana. He won't talk about it. He said his duty was done when he got you into the right hands. The blithering idiot won't even acknowledge me if I say your name anymore." Arthur paced her bedside but all Morgana saw was a nervous wreck instead of a perplexed prince. There was little honor in his words and she feared he would too be lost to Uther's deadly temper.

"Don't speak of Merlin in that manner, Arthur Pendragon. You don't know what it is that bothers him." She had a fire in her voice she might have forgotten long ago. She was even sitting up a little higher in her bed.

"And you would know how?" Arthur spat back at the ward angrily. She twisted around in her bed to look the prince square in the eyes angrily. She would not stand down and let Arthur insult Merlin again. After all, she was pretty sure she loved him.

"He tried to kill me, Arthur. I disappeared because Morgause put a curse one me and Merlin had to kill me to save Camelot. She lifted the curse and left to save me. He's avoiding me because who really wants to come spend time with someone they tried to kill? He's not a blithering idiot but rather a scared boy that you've not respect for!" Morgana was shouting at this point. Soon after tears fell from her eyes and memories flooded her mind from the one and only time Merlin and she had kissed. Arthur had been pounding at the door and nearly caught them. He later asked Gwen if there was something going on between Morgana and Merlin but Gwen insisted Arthur's imagination was overactive.

Arthur left the room swiftly without another word. She feared that Arthur was going to kill Merlin for his actions. She shouldn't have opened her mouth; she knew it when he slammed the door behind him. She rushed to get out of bed but found that just as she reached the door Merlin was being shoved through by Arthur. Gwen staring from behind with concern.

"DO NOT COME OUT UNTIL YOU HAVE THINGS IN ORDER, AND THAT'S A DEMAND, MERLIN!" Arthur left the two in Morgana's room, probably guarded by Gwen to ensure they didn't separate until things were back in order. She wasn't sure exactly what it was Arthur was intending on them figuring out but they were left standing there awkwardly looking at one another. "Hello, Morgana."

"You tried to kill me." She stated calmly.

"I don't except you to fine with it. I understand you are cross with me. I thought that since you and Morgause had been close that she cursed you. I did the only thing I could think of and I know now that it didn't matter. I should not have done it. I wasn't thinking right and I am glad you are alive and I promise I'll never…" She smacked him across the face midsentence. She was tired of listening to him babble. Morgana knew that what he did saved Camelot and she wasn't mad at him in the slightest.

"I don't care how the story is told. I know the truth and I'm not holding it against you, Merlin. I care about you enough to know you did what you had to do." Morgana and Merlin stood still and thought about the words that hung between them. Yes, he had tried to kill her. No, she wasn't mad at him for it. In fact, Morgana kind of admired him for being able to be so incredibly selfless. "Do you love me?"