How Do I Express My Feelings

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur was in the most euphoric mood imaginable. He had never felt this happy . . . well, ever! As soon as he had woken up today, he instantly recognized it as a beautiful morning, and the beauty continued to resonate through one woman: Lady Vivian. Arthur was peering at her through the window of his chambers, with a ridiculously goofy grin on his face. She was so gorgeous; an angel, despite her constant temperamental state. But that was not bad; there was nothing bad about her. She was the epitome of perfection; a delicate flower; an angel sent from the heavens that he could forever cherish.

Now, he just needed to properly show his affections for her. Merlin had suggested flowers, and while he had decided to do that, he knew it was not enough. He needed to do more! He needed to fully show just how much he cared about Vivian! And what better way to do this than to get the perspective of a woman. Which was why he had sent for Morgana. She was a woman; she was often woo-ed by men, being as beautiful as she was. Surely, she would know how to gain the affections of a woman . . . surely she would have excellent advice on the matter. Besides, at this point no one but Merlin knew of his strong love for Vivian, so Morgana should be honored to be the second one to find out! Well, this is how Arthur saw it in his mind.

For now, he would just stand, and stare at the most exquisite goddess he had ever laid eyes on. Oh Vivian! He was fighting the urge to break out into song right then and there. He would have to wait for Morgana to get here . . . and hopefully she would get here as soon as possible, for this was indeed a matter of great urgency!


_{Setting: Arthur's chambers
Time of Day: Morning
Timeline: The first morning of Arthur's love enchantment in Sweet Dreams
Tag: Lady Morgana}

[breezy]

Morgana had been busying herself within her chambers, preoccupied with random thoughts, when a knocking upon her door broke her silent trance. She rolled off of her bed, the luxurious sheets ruffling beneath her weight, and stood adjusting her cerulean gown. With a brief glance in the mirror, to check that her reflection was presentable, she quickly strode towards the door and with a tug opened it. Standing outside of Morgana’s door was a servant, he informed her that her presence had been requested by Arthur and she was to see him right away. She nodded and thanked the man before closing the door behind her and making her way over to Arthur’s chambers, curious as to what he required.

Biting her lower lip, turning right into a different corridor, she pondered the reasons and thought that Arthur had been acting a bit oddly as of late. This wasn’t too alarming, considering perhaps it was merely a phase, yet a feeling within her gut informed her that his unusual conduct had a particular motive and she would soon discover the cause. After a couple of moments she had reached the door that led into Arthur’s chambers and a soft sigh burst through her lips. She reached out an ashen fist and rapped lightly on the door. “Arthur,” she called out, “It is Morgana.” She stood patiently, waiting to be allowed entrance. Peering over her shoulders she noted to her surprise that no one was in the hallway except for a lone guard near the end.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur only became distracted from his lustful thoughts when he heard a knock at his door, and a familiar voice identity herself. He spun around in a very dramatic manner. Morgana was here! She was here! Oh how terribly exciting this was! Arthur rushed over to the door, quickly pulling it open. "Morgana!" He exclaimed, perhaps a bit too excitedly. After all, he had just seen her yesterday, but still! She was here! And she would be the answer to his trouble! He quickly stepped aside so that she could come him. He poked his head outside, making sure no one was eavesdropping or anything, and then closed the door behind him, spinning around to face her.

"My dear Morgana, how are you this wonderful morning?" He felt so giddy. He felt as if he was walking on air . . . floating in it . . . gliding towards the Lady Vivian who was waiting for him with open arms, a look that said 'come to me my love' and one that would allow him to embrace her and hold her in his arms, never letting go. This daydream forced a bit of a dorky smile on his face, as he tried to snap out of it, so that he could focus on the matter at hand. Morgana. "Is it not a beautiful day?" He added jubilantly.

[breezy]

As the door swung open Morgana smiled kindly up towards Arthur, her blue-green eyes widening in surprise at the comical expression that was plastered across his face. She stifled a giggle by concealing her mouth with her hand, biting down onto her lower lip in an effort not to offend her friend. Nodding politely she stepped into Arthur’s chambers, her eyes traveling over the room nonchalantly, the familiar scenery nothing out of the ordinary. Upon stopping she pivoted on her toes and faced him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Yes, it is a beautiful morning.” It struck her as odd that Arthur was so enthralled with the pleasant weather. It wasn’t something that he would normally go on about.

“I…am doing extraordinary well thank you,” Morgana chuckled answering Arthur’s question, finding his bubbly attitude to be greatly entertaining. Curiosity flowed through her veins propelled by the steady beating of her heat, yet she held her tongue as she wanted to observe more of Arthur’s unusual behavior. “I would ask you the same question yet to me it seems as though you are doing just fine.” Morgana left it at that hoping Arthur would just come out and explain the cause of his immense happiness. Inwardly she pondered if a particular girl has caught his fancy.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur was so very happy -- perhaps a little too happy -- to hear that Morgana was, as she had described it, in an extraordinary mood! It was perfect! If she was not, then surely his news would cheer her up. If she was, well then she could share his happiness that he had found his one true love. Oh how the word was musical to think of, and when he said it, it was music to his ears. Love. How could such a short word fill a man with so much emotion? He continued to look Morgana, trying to focus on what he needed to ask her instead of getting constantly lost in dreamy thoughts. "Well that is excellent my dear Morgana!" He exclaimed, motioning for her to have a seat and make herself comfortable.

"Me? I am in a phenomenally fantastic mood!" 'Fine' did not even being to cover it! He had to embellish. Even such grand words could not describe the full state and extent of his mood. Only one word could do this: Vivian. It just made him wonder how he had not recognized her beauty and heavenly grace before. How had he wasted so much time since her arrival to now?! No! No more! He would not waste another second! "And you know why that is?" He asked, making it more of a rhetorical question because he planned on answering it very shortly after he asked it. "It's because . . . well, its because I have found true love Morgana." He said it with excitement and immense delight. He would reveal with who soon enough. He needed to approach this matter delicately.