A/N: Wow! I wasn't expecting that sort of response in just a few days on this story! Honestly, it is my first Mergana fic, and I wasn't too proud of the first chapter, but you all really seemed to enjoy it! This chapter, Uther will begin to question why Merlin was passing Morgana's chambers that late at night anyway, and begins to think the worst...

Merlin waited until he was sure Giaus was asleep before heading out. He made his way down to the dungeon where the dragon was held, and easily distracted the guards before going down the dark stairs to see Kilgharrah. As he arrived at the entrance to the cave, he looked up to see the dragon already waiting for him.

"Hello young warlock. I see you are troubled." He greeted ominously. Merlin just sighed, running a hand through his hair in a very Arthur-like move.

"It's about Morgana." Immediately the dragon's face turned into a scowl.

"As I have told you before, young warlock, you should to trust the witch. She will bring the destruction of Camelot and Albion with the help of the druid boy!" Kilgharrah was practically seething as he warned Merlin, who once again sighed.

"I can't help it! She needs me!" Merlin was desperate to help Morgana as he saw the fear beginning to take hold of her.

The great dragon just growled at him. "Then it will be your doom, and Arthur's." With that he jumped from his perch and flew off into the darkness of the cave.

"It can't be! I won't let it! I WILL SAVE HER!" He screamed into the cave, but he knew that even if the dragon heard him, he would not care. With a final sigh of despair, Merlin headed back to his room, where he lay in bed brooding until dawn. "How will I save her?" He whispered to himself as the first rays of sunshine struck his face, and he got up to serve the Prince.

Morgana couldn't help but think of Mordred as she felt the restless stirring of her magic inside of her. Was this how it felt to hide who you really were? Morgana just wished she had someone to share her fear with, to understand her. She knew that Merlin knew, but what little comfort that gave her was out-shone by the guilt and fear. Merlin was loyal to Arthur, and she didn't want him to choose between his friend and her.

It was as at that point, in the small hours of the morning that Morgana fell asleep. Gwen, who came in a few hours later, decided to let her sleep in, knowing that Morgana must have been tired after the fire two nights previous. She was tidying up the room when a knock came at the door.

Gwen made her way quietly over, to see Merlin standing there, flowers in hand. Gwen gave him a smile. "Merlin." She greeted him quietly.

"Is Morgana in?" Gwen stepped back to allow Merlin a clear view of the sleeping Morgana.

"I'll make sure she knows who they're from." Merlin smiled at her and handed over the flowers, before leaving.

Gwen gave a sigh. It reminded her of Arthur and herself, with Merlin pinning after Morgana. She knew her mistress might love Merlin, but she also knew that even if they did love each other, Uther would never allow it. Not that it has to be found out about... Gwen thought hopefully, but she knew it would reach his attention eventually, and she wasn't looking forward to the day it did.

Uther was at his desk, doing his paperwork but also thinking about Morgana. Yes, he was grateful to his son's manservant for saving his ward, but as he began to think about it, he pondered why the boy had been walking that way in the first place. Yes, Arthur did sometimes stay up late, but he doubted he would have dismissed his manservant that late into the night.

He thought about it more as he finished up his paperwork, but he could think of no reasonable excuse for the boy to be there. He scowled as his mind began to settle on one idea. That boy is courting my daughter!