His fingertips danced over the curve of her hips. Giggling uncharacteristically, she pulled the covers up to hide her revealed form once more.

"I can't believe..."

"Shhhh," she hushed him placing a finger over his lips, before kissing him to seal his mouth completely. His arm wrapped around her waist and she herself could not believe what she had fallen into. At first, she though she was using him for comfort in a time of need, but it became more than that.

Pulling away from him again she stroked the edge of his raven hair, "You should go, the last thing we need is to get you in trouble," she said gently, all the warmth that she was fated to lose in her voice. Yet fate had been changed when a certain God took interest in Camelot. Still, if a servant was caught in her bed chambers like this..it could mean his head. Morgana would never stop revelling in the way he constantly risked his neck for her. Just like the time he had taken her to the druids, so she wouldn't have to be afraid anymore.

His look was regretful, "You know I don't want to,"

"I know, Merlin,"

At the sound of hearing her purr his name he smiled, lifting himself off the bed to find his trousers which he pulled on in a sudden hurry. The rest of his clothing quickly followed, including that scarf that she so adored.

He walked briskly to the door, setting a hand on a handle for a moment before pausing, turning back,"Morgana I..."

She smiled at him, propping her head up on the bed with her hand, "Yes Merlin,"

He gave her a loving look before saying "It's nothing..." and exiting the room.

Smiling gently to herself, she shook her head and fell back onto the bed, only to spring back up gasping for breath. The room was the same yet different, moments ago it had been warm and full of love. Now it was the cold cage that held her here.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" his cool voice emulated from the corner. Her face screwed up in distaste in the darkness.

"No," she said curtly.

"Bad dream?"

"Not one that you'd be interested in..." she quipped, finally looking over at the tall, dark looking man who's blue eyes glinted at her from the darkness. He knew her secret, he knew that she was a seer, that her dreams brought her the future, that she usually woke up breathless from them.

"Well that's not very fair is it?" he cooed, holding his sceptre in his hand and stepping to her bedside, "Come, you know I'm quite fascinated by your dreams,"

When she stayed silent, he clucked at her, "Morgana, why do you have to be so cold?"

"Why were you in my room while I was asleep?" she demanded, this was something new. He did visit her chambers quite often, but she had never woken up to find him already in her chambers.

"I am King of Camelot, and eventually of the nine realms, I may go where I please," he said, in a harsher tone than before. With that, he swivelled around and walked towards the door, pausing for a moment with his hand resting on the handle, "You know you could make this a lot easier on yourself if you simply, gave in," he would not completely subjugate her like the rest. For she was not a simple mortal, she had such power coiled would prefer to have Morgana on his side when she came to realize it.

There was no response, so he left the room. Biting her lip, and telling herself not to cry, Morgana settled back down into her bed.

After writing this first chapter, I am not sure if I am still as in love with the idea as I first was. I may not continue with it. If there is enough interest than I will consider it.