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Mordred's POV

Brother,

I regret my silence however I have located Ambrosia. She is travelling with Prince Arthur and his motley crew. Nobody threatening- a bunch of hot headed knights and two pretty druid girls they probably use for sport- do not concern yourself with them. Ensure that Camelot is ready to accept her new monarch because I feel the time of the Once and future king is soon approaching.

Be ready

Morgause

Short and abrupt, this letter really reflects my sister, I scrunch it up in my hand and throw it into the fire. Morgause being in the company of the prince is good-she can keep track of his movements and keep him in check. I don't want the idiot to blunder in on my plan and destroy.

Turning away from the fire I survey my room and catch the figure of my beautiful wife tucked up under the bed sheets, so radiant as the morning sun sparkles on her dark skin. Like a predator stalking its prey, I approach the bed and observe her more closely.

Her hair is a tangle of brown curls that frame her heart shaped face and her eye lashes are fluttering as she slowly wakes up. A smile is on her face even in her sleep, content , tired and sated. I don't notice that her eyes have opened until I hear the soft chuckle. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Appreciating my beautiful wife." I'm entirely serious because that's what she is.

Grabbing a pillow from my side of the bed she hurls it at me and then snuggles back into her pillows. "Well your wife likes your appreciation."

"Well I certainly showed enough last night. Now you should probably get ready for the day?"

She lets out a very ladylike snort. "Are you kidding? After last night I'm spending the morning in bed."

"Aren't you having lunch with some of the other Ladies of the Court, Lady Guinevere?"

Another snort. "They hate me. I'm not a Lady!"

"You married me which makes you a Lady as much as them."

"Oh don't get me started on their opinions of our marriage."

I grimace. "As exciting as that sounds I need to get to practice."

"Urgh! Can't I come with you instead?"

"Not today, my lady, because you have a prior engagement." She groaned and pulled her head under the sheets but two can play at that game...

Gwaine's POV

So a week has passed and things are starting to get to something normal, as odd as that sounds when you're travelling with these lot. In the morning the Prince, me and the rest of the lads go hunting, the Dragonlord and the High Priestess are always away from camp, Morgause is always 'meditating' and the girls do what the prince likes to call bonding. I really don't what to know what that actually is because in my experience it usually means something like talking about emotions.

Then we all get together for lunch after which we all train together (with swords and magic) and I'm very surprised to find that Merlin isn't actually to bad considering how clumsy she naturally is and actually makes quite a good swordswoman. Morgause is scarily talented at both magic and with weapons and I try to avoid sparring with her if I can help it, although I actually avoid her normally anyway. then we eat dinner together and if I'm lucky we'll be near a village with a tavern. I am not lucky nearly as much as I would like and I am spending way too much time sober-it's not good for you.

But tonight is one of my lucky nights and that's how I find myself now packed in with Leon and Lancelot in the closest tavern. Fair to say I've drunk quite a lot even for me. "So Leon...a little birdie told me that-"hiccup"- that you have a little crush..."

"What?" Lancelot sputtered as he chortled- he's slightly pissed too-which actually makes him a lot looser. "What's this about Leon?"

"I have no idea as to what you are referring to, Gwaine." Ok he is way too sober so I fill up his tankard with more mead.

"You like somebody!"

"Do not."

"Do!"

"Do not!" He sounds angry... Great the booze must be working!

"Guys!" Lancelot slurs.

"Wha...? He's the one who's in luuuurve!"

"I am not!"He's glaring at me now. "Who the hell would I be in love with?"

I grin and pause for dramatic effect. "Morgause!"

"What?" Lancelot looks shocked. "But she's so scary!" Oh phew I'm not the only one who thinks that.

"I respect Morgause's skills that is all." Seriously this guy need more alcohol!

"Uh huh."

"I'm serious Gwaine. You must have drunk the whole tavern to believe such bull."

"Commeooon Leon, I've seen you drool over her in practice."

"I do not drool!"

"It's true Gwaine. Leon never drools."

"Thank you-"

"But I still agree with Gwaine you like her!" I grin at Lancelot or at least in his general direction since things we're starting to get a bit blurry.

"Look." Leon stands. "I'm going back to camp if you two are going to insist on talking rubbish." With that I think he stormed out.

"D'ya think he'll eva admit it?"

"No..." I hear Lancelot's chuckle but then I just feel a dull thud on the table and then darkness.

Lancelot's POV

Why on earth did I agree to go to tavern with Gwaine? My head is pounding like a stupid drum, my mouth's a badger's armpit and I can't concentrate so I keep getting disarmed. Nobody has any sympathy and just keeps saying 'well you did go to the tavern with Gwaine...', I had to lug him all the way back to camp yesterday because he passed out on the table and he is very heavy. Leon is not talking to either of us and I really want to apologise, it really isn't my business whether he likes Morgause or not and if feels uncomfortable with us talking about the possibility we definitely shouldn't have continued talking about it. A man should be allowed to keep his own secrets.

He isn't talking to Morgause either and if I didn't know any better I would say she was hurt by his frosty treatment of her. I can see what Leon might see in her: beauty, skill with a blade, magic... but there's a coolness there. By the way she's looking at Leon now, hurt, I'd say there's a very strong possibility of Leon being able to thaw her out a bit.

Morgause generally seems to seal herself away from the rest of us, we rarely see her between lunch and breakfast and during practice she is silent. I feel a stab of guilt that I haven't been trying to get to know her and have instead been avoiding her- thinking about it I've only ever seen Ambrosia, Leon and occasionally Balinor talk to her.

After practice I walk up to the Priestess in question. "Hello Morgause."

She frowns at me. "Hello."

"So I was wondering if you'd like to go on a walk with me?"

A thin eyebrow rises and she surveys me coolly. "Why?"

"Just to chat."

Her other eyebrow rises to join the other and I gulp. "Very well. A walk would be refreshing."

We walk in silence through the forest for a while and to my surprise it's more companionable than anything until she says. "Do you know what the matter with Leon is Lancelot? He was fine until he went to the tavern yesterday."

"Well he drank quite a lot maybe he's just hung over." I desperately try to keep my face passive.

"He isn't acting hung over. He's as alert and as skilled as ever."

"Alcohol effects people i different ways." I can see from the look on her face that she doesn't believe me.

"Lancelot why are you lying to me?"

I know that I've been rumbled. "Well maybe it was something Gwaine said yesterday..." Vagueness is my new best friend.

"What? Was it about me?"

"No." I try to smile at her. "Gwaine was just rambling and drunk..."

"So it was about me. Interesting..."

"No it wasn't." She smirks at me and yet again I know I've been rumbled. "Ok yes."

"Well what could've caused this?" Her brown eyes wide and a look somewhat resembling confusion lit them.

"Ask Leon himself. I've already said too much."

"Thank you for telling me this Lancelot. I think I will ask him."

With that she swept back to camp and I can't feeling pity for Leon who has to deal with her like this. I was so right-she's terrifying.

Merlin's POV

Practice is over and for the first time in a week I'm left alone with Percival. I've been avoiding him since I saw his memories and even though he doesn't know I still feel guilty for invading his thoughts. He's walking away from the clearing we were practising in and I find myself calling out his name. "Percival!"

He turns and looks at me quizzically. "Yes Merlin?"

"I have something to tell you." He stand waiting for me to continue and I feel nerves rush through me. "The day Balinor and Morgause arrived..." I trail off not knowing how to continue.

"Yes? What about that day?" His voice is abrupt and I tremble from his anger.

I take a deep breath. "When you left I had a wave of images flash through my mind." I see him tense. "I felt what you felt- the pain. the loss, the guilt... as if it were my own. I'm sorry."

His face is stony as he looks at me. "I don't want sympathy, thank you."

"Oh no I know. I am apologising for invading your thoughts in the first place. I didn't mean to it just happened and ever since I've been feeling guilty for invading your thoughts."

Percival looks at me. "If you truly did not mean to then I forgive you. Please do not feel anymore guilt on this matter." He turns to walk away and I know that through my confession I haven't helped him-it was selfish to try and make myself feel better. I let him go and feel a fresh wave of guilt wash over me and collapse to the ground emotionally and physically exhausted.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know is somebody is shaking me. "Merlin. Merlin!" Arthur's voice.

"Eh?" I say very intellectually.

"Not a good riser are you Merlin?"

"Have you ever tried to raise you in the morning? Believe me it's like trying to squeeze juice out of a parsnip, you giant parsnip head."

"Parsnip head?" He's chuckling but I haven't opened my eyes yet so I can't see him.

"Yep. Great big one."

"Speaking of food we have to get back to camp, dinner is ready." He moves away from me and I feel cold.

"Don't want to. too tired. Leave me here to sleep." I mumble as curl back into a ball and yawn.

"I can't leave you here alone." He says dismissively. "Anything could happen to you."

"Fine stay with me and protect me then you big, strong knight." I smile softly in my drowsy state, Arthur can always make me feel better.

To my surprise I feel him sit down next to me. "Fine just get some sleep Merlin." I'm about to reply but tiredness overtakes me and I fall asleep.

I am not entirely sure where the Morgause/Leon thing is going because well something just told me that I needed to write it like that. Damn those plot bunnies! Oh and Merthur fluff! :D!