As Bandit explained, I will be re-editing the original version of Unspoken Words, originally titled Morgana Won't Say She's in Love. I don't know what I can promise regarding this story, but I can promise an ending. It's been almost three years since this was originally published, it's time that we end it.

On that happy note, onto the story!

It was Saint Valentine's Day. A fool's holiday, Morgana personally thought. What was love worth? Would it bring one happiness? What they wanted in life? Would it solve all of her problems? No, no it would not. It was a fool's holiday, and yet she couldn't help but enjoy the pleasant atmosphere. It was a beautiful day, with crisp winter air filling her lungs with ease. She sighed. Morgana almost wished that it was full of rainstorms and thunder.

"Lady Morgana?" Merlin's voice called from outside her door. "May I come in?"

Morgana opened the door, despite the pit in her stomach. Merlin was an annoyance at best; he had plagued her at every step of her journey. And yet she couldn't bring herself to kill him. Morgause was constantly urging her to, but there was a bit of her that recalled when he had first been brought to Camelot. So, she hated him, but she couldn't kill him. But when she could, Morgana already had a dagger picked out.

She brought herself together and opened the door. There stood Merlin, clad in a red neckerchief and a red shirt. He obviously was all for the holiday. Instead of his usual mask, there was a genuine smile on his face. It was startling, and Morgana had to do a double take to make sure it was him.

"What do you want?" she snapped, tapping her foot. The light in his eyes faded a touch, and there was a slight pain in her heart from the knowledge that she had done that. But she pushed it aside and continued glaring. He sighed.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Morgana," Merlin said stiffly, holding out a small box in the palm of his hand. It was wrapped with a bit of twine, which was soon discarded as she opened it. Just in case it was something poisonous, she had to open it front of him. Not at all because his eyes were hopeful.

Inside the box was a chain of shining sea glass beads. It was bright green with livid blue streaks, shining bright in the early afternoon light. Morgana's fingers slowly ran over the smooth beads. They were beautiful, and yet all she could think about was how much it had cost for the manservant to get her this.

"Do you like it?" he asked nervously, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The feeling of warmth blossomed in her chest, despite her efforts to squash it. Someone had thought of her. It wasn't as though she lacked being given presents, it was that the presents lacked the personality of the giver. Lacked the feeling. Subconsciously, she rubbed at the bracelet Morgause gave her.

"They're very beautiful, Merlin. Thank you for your generous gift," she smiled. He broke out into a giant smile, and God, it just looked ridiculously endearing when coupled with his large ears. No, he wasn't endearing, nor was he supposed to make her feel good. Merlin thwarted her plans again and again, and she would kill him. One day. Maybe.

"You're welcome, 'Gana." He used the nickname out of habit, not by choice. Morgana saw his eyes widen and his hand twitch as soon as the words left his mouth. Merlin hadn't called her that in a long time. For a moment they just stood there in the silence, letting the past carve a larger chasm between them.

"I, er, have nothing for- wait." Curiosity burned bright in Merlin's eyes and Morgana hurried deep into her chambers to find that specific dress. For a moment she considered just giving the dress to him with a smirk (his crossdressing schemes had reached every corner of the castle), but in the end she grabbed her shears and cut off the piece she needed. "Here!"

She tried to tell herself that she only gave him a present to compensate for his. The strange burning in her stomach didn't believe that for a minute.

"Morgana, I can't accept this," Merlin argued, but he let the fabric fall into his hands. The beautiful green cloth was now fashioned into a neckerchief. It was hurried, yes, but it was probably the finest thing Merlin would ever own. A hint of pleasure numbed the burning.

"Take it. It's a gift." Morgana knew that this would probably be the last time they would even try to be kind to one another. She could feel it within her bones. She thought Merlin sensed it too, as he looked away from her piercing gaze.

"Well, I'll be off. Enjoy your day!" Merlin hurried off, practically running away from her door. She quietly closed her door, unable to draw her gaze from the beautiful beads. It was obviously handmade with careful and steady hands. Did Merlin actually take the time to string all these delicate beads onto the string? It was amazing that he had the patience, let alone talent, for it.

Before she knew it, it was dinner time, and Gwen entered her room. Truthfully, the only thing that Morgana really, truly regretted about her new self was that her relationship with Gwen was distanced. She had been a friend throughout the lonely years, and yes, even though she had Morgause, her sister, her sister wasn't always there.

"What lovely beads, Morgana. Did Uther give them to you?" Gwen asked, picking out her evening dress.

"No, Merlin did, actually."

"Really? I saw him running all over the castle today, he looked petrified!" Gwen held up a beautiful blue dress. "What do you think?"

"Perfect." And not just because it matched the beads.

Gwen smiled to herself, and Morgana knew that was the exact reason she had picked the dress.

After dressing, they headed down to the dining hall. Uther made some speech about love and prosperity, turning the feast day of the Saint of love into a politics and an anti-magic one. Just as he did with every holiday. Her hands formed fists, teeth biting down on her tongue so she wouldn't let it loose.

A couple times, she could've sworn she saw Merlin looking her way, as if to check if she was wearing the beads. She wondered if he was happy that she was, then decided she didn't care about what Merlin thought. She wanted him dead. Didn't she?

By the time night came over Camelot, Morgana was done with Saint Valentine's Day. She was done with all matters of the heart in general. Because she was stronger than some petty crush she had ages ago. She was a priestess of the Old Religion, for Pete's sake! Morgana didn't let anything stand in her way, and yet this kept popping up again and again.

If only her crush had been a desire to kill him, that would be so much easier to manage…

Morgana looked at the beads in her hands, half wanting to throw them against the wall and watch them shatter upon impact. Maybe that would make her stronger. But instead, she slid them into a velvet pouch and hid them away. She wouldn't ever wear them again. Ever. But she would keep them. If only because Gwen would notice if she got rid of them.

Morgana tried to ignore the strange feeling in her heart as she put them away. What she was feeling wasn't love, it was hatred, and she would kill Merlin. Even the thought of her old emotions towards him were dangerous, and kept her from her goal.

Morgana didn't let anything stand in her way, especially not petty manservants.

Next chapter will be longer, I just prefer having the starting chapters start off a touch smaller. I hope you enjoyed!