Disclaimer: Merlin does not belong to me.

the one she cannot be

(before the sun gets to rise
I'll ask this one more time:

Will you have me, in spite of her?)

Morgana is beautiful and Arthur is the King, and Morgana le Fay has never been meant to be Queen. Camelot in flames that quiver at her command, and once upon a time she dreamt of Arthur at her knees quivering, too. There was a point in time when Morgana was beautiful and kind, but now she just feels cold (and hot, standing in this blazing inferno). She dreamt of a child once – with Arthur's hair and eyes and her full lips, her determination and Arthur's compassion. "Morgana," Merlin says her name, and the air is full of things gone unsaid between them (neither is as secretive as they like to believe.)

Morgana has Morgause and Arthur has Merlin and Uther is always so oblivious, but Gwen is the one Arthur kisses in the stolen moments of the night and Merlin plays with flames in his hands. So Morgana leaves while her once servant moans to the stars above and Merlin's eyes flash gold as murmurs of words escape.

She doesn't look back, not even for one moment.