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Chapter 5

Morgana knew that something had happened. The thoughts that she was having were her own but as she thought more about what happened, they became darker and darker. The dragons had it wrong. She wasn't the right choice for Merlin.

As the doubt grew, she felt more and more agitated. Previously, her mood changed from day to day. At the moment, her mood seemed to change hourly. One moment she would be fine and the next she would be worrying about everything.

She would hate it if Merlin had noticed. She knew that he would be worrying about her. She didn't want him worrying about her. He should be mourning his father.

No, he wouldn't have noticed. He is too busy, with Arthur. He is spending every waking moment with him, making sure that Arthur's decisions sound like they are his own. He wasn't round enough to notice that she was becoming agitated.

She knew that she couldn't stay in Camelot much longer. Camelot was where the problems began. She shouldn't be in Camelot. She should be in Drugonia. She should be somewhere they accept her. She should be somewhere where she feels calm.

She does not feel calm in Camelot

Everything that has happened is her fault.


"Arthur," Merlin said as he ran after him.

"Don't say it." Arthur spat.

"It will take time."

"We were arguing about my coronation. We can't even agree on that. How can make any changes when they can't or won't compromise on my own coronation?"

"Arthur."

Arthur stopped and turned to him. "Please tell me that you would have had the same argument with your council?"

Merlin hesitated. He knew that his lords knew what type of king he would be by the decisions that his father allowed him to make when he was alive. He doubted that Uther did the same to Arthur.

"See." He said as he stormed off again.

"Arthur, we have spoken about this."

"Is that the conversation that they expect me to be my father's son? I don't want to be my father's son. He was nothing but a liar. The lies that he spread about you and Balinor when Morgana and I got back sickened me."

"And I am probably not helping being here. They probably still think that you are enchanted."

"I am not enchanted."

"I know that. You know that. But they don't know that and there isn't any way that I can think of to show them otherwise. Without them thinking that I have put you further under our spell."

"And so this is going to be my reign. Me fighting with my council?"

"Can't you change the council? Remove a few from their posts and put in place people that you know you can trust and rely on?"

"Leon is the only person I trust and he is the commander of the army."

Merlin sighed. He knew he was never going to get through to Arthur when he was in this mood the best thing for him to do would be to leave him and let him calm down and speak to him later.

He stopped walking. "I will speak to you later."

All he heard was a grumble from Arthur before he turned on his heel, making his way back to the chambers that Morgana and he had been given.

He knew that he should be giving Morgana his attention as well but Arthur was just so demanding. He was the one that requested that Merlin was at every council meeting. He felt like he was some servant at his beck and call rather than his equal. It was something that Merlin would get out him very quickly. But he thought that it was just part of the stress that he was feeling.

Merlin knew one thing. He was not going to be at his beck and call this afternoon. This afternoon, he was going spend some time with Morgana. The plan was to take her riding, out to the forest. He had noticed how agitated she seemed over the last few days. He blamed it on her being in the same room all day as well as them still being in Camelot.

He, better than anyone, knew that they should be returning home. The preparations for his coronation should be discussed and he should become the King of Drugonia. It wasn't fair on his mother either that they hadn't returned yet. He could hear her worrying from Camelot. It wasn't fair on her to rule of Drugonia on her own, while also grieving for his father.

He also knew that there was only a certain amount that he could do in Camelot. It would be down to Arthur to make the Camelot that he wants. He doubted that they would be in Camelot much longer. He could take his wife home and they could finish sorting out this mess.

"Morgana." He said as he entered the chambers.

He was greeted with silence. He looked around the room and repeated her name a couple of time before accepting that she wasn't there. He expected that she was probably with Gwen, maybe looking around the gardens. If anything, he was glad that she was out of the room. Hopefully, she would come back less agitated.

He would still take her riding though. There were a few things that he felt like he needed to say to her. A bit of privacy would do them some good. Plus he, himself, wanted to let his magic roam for a bit. They were still going to go to the forest. It would do them both the world of good.

Merlin dropped into the chair behind the desk, with the aim of writing to his mother while he waited for Morgana to return. That was when he noticed the folded up piece of paper with his name written on it. He immediately recognised the handwriting and took very little time unfolding it and reading it.

He shot out of the chair and the chambers, shouting for Arthur.