Don't own, as usual.

"MMmmm." Arthur pulled back from their embrace with a reluctant groan at odds with the utterly contented smile gracing his features. Golden lashes parted as his eyes opened from their blissful, savouring state.

"I don't believe I'll ever tire of that, my lady." He chuckled, warm arms still wrapped securely around her frame- the rough hew of his training tunic at complete odds with the soft silk of her billowing court gown.

"My Queen." He inclined his head once more to press, chaste kiss to her forehead.

"My Wife." The next fell against her lips, where his stayed to whisper against them.

"I fear you've quite bewitched me, My Sorceress."

So there was very little hiding from the nature of her visions at this point- anything more and she'd be simply deluding herself beyond all logic and Morgana was no fool.

Yes they were visions.

Yes, they were about Arthur.

Yes, Arthur and herself.

No, she still wasn't all that sure how the two of them would get to that point yet, but it seemed obvious that there was at least the possibility of them heading in that direction. While Morgana couldn't exactly say she was in love with him, she certainly felt… something. Something that had dwelt, warm and locked beneath a thin layer of denial deep within her sub conscious for far longer than she'd like to admit.

But if these interactions had done anything, they'd given her faith in her relationships- with Arthur and with herself. It didn't matter that they weren't as they were in her dreams, what mattered was the here and the now- and Arthur had shown sides of himself she'd thought long left in childhood. Humour, courage and a keen mind. Protective to a fault but supportive, also. He was making an effort to be there for her, to care for her in his own way after so long a rift in their closeness.

The dreams were possible she realised that now, but they would have to be built on a solid foundation of trust, respect and care. They showed that things could be that way- if she took the leap. They weren't perfect, and they might not ever be so, but she would no longer hide from them.

So yes, she had visions. And yes, she had Arthur- in whatever respect they chose when all was said and done. But she had to make an effort, too.

With a determined set to her lips Morgana pushed up from the bed, greeted Gwen with a smile and began her day. She had work to do.

Uther was pushing ahead with the Tournament.

"I wish I could say I was surprised, but we are both well aware that would be a lie." Morgana drawled, setting a purposeful speed as she strode through the courtyard with Gwen at her friend would leave her once they reached the personal quarters of the castle but until then she was enjoying the chance to talk freely with one of the few people she could be herself with, and trust in them to return the sentiment.

"I only wish he would cease all this posturing and just get it over with- doubling the patrols, pushing the squires through rapid training just to bolster numbers- why? Does he think his legion of renowned knights and reputation as an absolute warlord troll aren't intimidating enough? You would think by now he'd be aware Arthur doesn't need help to win these tournaments- his record speaks for itself. Uther doesn't need to chime in with these…. thug tactics to give his son the edge."

"I believe the heightened patrol visibility is due to the upswing in sorcerer activity." Gwen shot back, a knowing grin tugging at her lips that let Morgana know her change of tune regarding Arthur hadn't gone unnoticed.

"I'm not surprised it's caught your attention, though- the word from Merlin is that Arthur convinced the king you were the intended target." Morgana stopped dead still, frozen. Gwen, mistaking the abrupt chance for hidden fear hurried to assuage her fears.

"Not that there's any need to worry- the patrols are closing in on sorcerer at the helm of that last attempt. They found a hermit living in a shanty in the forest practicing charms he claimed were to promote vegetable growth- but with what happened to you I certainly don't believe that. He was the only one who could have benefitted from you wandering into those woods after all."

The Ladys' determined stride was renewed as it all fell together, a glint of rage in her gaze so strong that is forced all those who crossed it to move swiftly from her path as she left her companion behind without a word.

"I don't understand what I've done to earn your ire Morgana!" The fight was raging strong as it had been from the moment she'd burst through his bedroom doors in a flurry of red silk. He'd been on his way to join the patrols before he'd been so thoroughly distracted- what man wouldn't be when Morgana wore that gown? She was a sight to behold at all times but the creamy expanse of her shoulders was a temptation greater than all the riches on earth… until, of course, the fire in her eyes transmuted to their present state of active dispute.

"Can't you see you've put another life at risk because of my foolish actions? I won't be the cause of another needless, innocent death Arthur I won't! How could you do something so unthinking?" She demanded, trying desperately to get it through his thick stubborn skull that what he'd done to protect them wasn't worth the harm it would cause.

"He isn't innocent Morgana he is a sorcerer! How long do you think it would have taken him to enact some plot against us? It was only a matter of time- if anything, this is a victory for precaution! I'm protecting yo- I'm protecting the city from harm." His frown deepened, fury at himself rising at the fact he'd almost revealed his weakness during a time like this- weakness he was certain she'd pounce on with vicious zest given their current war.

"I've stopped a dangerous weapon before it could ever be used against us. Why are you fighting me on this?" He demanded in return, features schooled in an uncompromising mask.

"A dangerous weapon?" The crescendo of her voice had ceased and in that moment he knew something had gone very, very wrong.

"Magic is a dangerous weapon you say, like that sword at your hip?" She prodded, eyes glinting with a hardness he'd never seen in stone.

"If all magic will be used against me, all weapons will be used against me, if this is so then tell me, oh wise and knowing Prince Arthur- when will you turn that sword on me?" Tone still so soft, somehow her words were spat at him, barbed like an arrow with the bite of the betrayal she felt. He thought all those with magic were merely snakes lying in wait to strike- was that was she was? Was that how he'd see her if she'd done what she came here to do?

"When do you plan to run me through, when will you leave me to bleed out against the cold stone while you move on to use your weapon again and again as you surely must if all is as you so insist. What will be the cause? What's stopping you from doing it now?"

Her lithic eyes bore into him as his stunned silence reigned.

"I thought as much."

She left like a blaze, her brightness gone with nothing but the ash grey of smoke and shadows in her wake.

Do mine eyes deceive me? Is this the plot actually moving along? After four years?