Once again, a big thank you to my reviewers, the whole 22 of them, I never thought this story would be such a big hit, but I'm glad you like it! This chapter's a little different to the others. Hope you enjoy! :)
"What the hell do you think your doing?" Morgana snapped, waking Arthur out of his rather long and complicated trail of thoughts. His brows furrowed in a frown, as his eyes narrowed gently towards her. It wasn't unusual for Morgana to come bursting into his room angrily; however this time he had a feeling that it was different.
"Gwen spends one night with you, alone, and then all of a sudden, she's like a zombie, what did you do to her?!" She hissed, her own eyes narrowing towards him. Arthur swallowed back a lump that formed in his throat, and glanced down at his dark blue bed sheets. How was he even supposed to explain what he did when he wasn't sure why he had done it?
"I kissed her." He stated quietly, his eyes continuing to stay glued to the sheets of his bed.
Morgana's face softened slightly, as a smile spread over her face.
"Well it's about time! Wait..why do you not look happy about this?" She asked as she perched herself onto the end of his bed, her eyes fixing onto the side of his head. Arthur raised his head to finally look at her and pressed his lips together into a soft scowl.
"Because I bailed afterwards, I just left her there. She looked so devastated, and I feel terrible. I just..I don't know." He murmured softly, with a small sigh. For a moment Morgana wasn't sure who to feel sorry for. Sighing quietly, Morgana reached out and wrapped an arm around Arthur's shoulder as she pulled him in for a tight hug. It was rare for the two of them to be seen being emotionally attached, so this was a special moment indeed.
"She's not Vivian you know. She's not going anywhere, and I think you two are perfect for each other. She's not going to die, Arthur. I mean, she will one day when she's old and grey, but you know Gwen, she's careful." Morgana stated hopefully, as she finally let go of him and flashed him a reassuring smile. In truth, what she had just said had been a lie, for all she knew Gwen could get hit by a bus the next day and pass away, yet she wasn't going to tell him that, not with the way that he was feeling.
Arthur simply flashed her a small smile in return and ran his fingers through his matted blonde hair. He wasn't sure that he could deal with anyone else dying on him, after all, his mother had gone first, and then Vivian, who would still hold a special part in his heart, after all, they had been together for 8 years, and had known each other since the two were babies. They had always had a special connection. Was it right to even allow himself to date again? Even though it had been two years since her death, he couldn't help but think how she would feel about this. She would be happy as long as he was happy, and he could easily see Guinevere making his happy, yet there was still doubt there. Doubt that he was unsure how to shake.
"Thanks, Morg." He murmured with a smile that was wider than it had been before.
Morgana simply smiled in return and took that as her ticket to leave. She gently shut the door behind her and went bounding back into her own bedroom, where Merlin was sprawled across the carpet on his front , a book in his hands. He glanced up at the sound of her arrival, and once she was inside, his eyes glowed a deep gold as he shut the door behind her, using his magic.
"Show off." Morgana murmured with a soft smirk as she spread herself out across her bed, and grinned towards him.
Merlin raised an eyebrow slightly at her expression, and tilted his head to the side slightly.
"What have you done?" He asked suspiciously. Ever since Morgana had come into her magic a couple of months before, she had been using it to trick Merlin, something that he had become both very aware and suspicious of.
"I think Arthur's going to get with Guinevere, you know like they should be." Morgana exclaimed happily.
Merlin beamed towards her.
"Do you think they even know that they are destined for each other?" He asked curiously as he rolled onto his back and gazed up at the ceiling.
"I doubt it." Morgana murmured with a smile.
The thought of history repeating itself was both exciting and daunting at the same time, and she wasn't sure what was going to happen, sometimes destiny doesn't work out the way you want it too after all.