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Morgana was feeling tried. Her nightmares weren't getting any easier to bare and her sleeping habits weren't getting any better. As to why Gaius' remedies didn't work, she wasn't sure. She trusted him fully and took the medicine every night with hopes that each new bottle would be the one that carried the perfect liquid to ease her sleep. The day hadn't come yet. She wondered if it ever would. Gaius was bound to find the perfect cure someday.

The faint sound of the door being pushed open caught Morgana's slight attention while she was looking out the window, however she didn't look in the door's direction. There was a beautiful aroma of fresh flowers that filled the room and it made her smile. The only person who ever brought her flower or brought flowers into her room form others was Guinevère, so she assumed it was her. "I didn't think you would be back so soon, Gwen." Morgana admitted as she kept looking out her window the was just angled enough for not to be able to see who was standing there. "No matter," She started as she turned from the window, her back to the door as she headed to her changing screen. "I guess I can have a little morning stroll before meeting Uther for lunch." Morgana planned out her day as she got out of her night gown. "Tell me, is the weather warm today?" She asked.

Gaius: "You were going to say I told you so."

Morgana glared at Arthur. He had to be the absolute worse! His 'teasing' was getting a little bit out of hand now. So he was doing her a favour? For all she cared she could walk around all night during the festivities alone, at least then she'd have less of a headache. "I'd be doing myself a favour by walking away from you right now. As you've proved, I'm better off spending the evening by myself."

Morgana laughed sarcasticly. "My reputation?" Her reputation was fine, for God's sake she was the King's ward, she had a great reputation, she didn't have much choice. "First you're worried about my standards and now my reputation? Someone cares a little much?" She smirked, crossing her arms across her chest again. It was a bit of a trick question. Morgana knew Arthur cared for her enough, but she could twist it against him wether he says yes or no.

"No, Arthur. Go find a frog a learn from it. Maybe it'll show you the prettiest frog of the pond."

Their convesation did not continue when Guinevère came it. But there was nothing that Morgana knew that she would not want her maid to know. Perhaps it was just Arthur then. Morgana smiled at her friend as she placed her plate infront of her. "Thank you." The food did look delicious, it always was, however Morgana dis not start to dine yet. Morgana listened to Gwen offer Arthur something and he refused. "Surely you would like something, Arthur? Gwen wouldn't mind." She offered. "Besides, you saved her. And we both greatly appreciate what you did. We are both greatly in debtted to you." By saving Gwen, Arthur had saved Morgana from long weeks of endless sadness. Arthur had also been the one to find Morgana herself when she was running away from the bandits. She owed him her life, practically. Though they teased each other some, Morgana knew — hoped — he wouldn't take advantage of that. Arthur was an honorable and respectable person on the inside.

Morgana:"Have you still not learned how to dress yourself?"

So much for not arguing for the rest of the night. "What? Do you think that no one here is good enough for me?" Her eyes were squinting. No one she could possibly pick would be good enough. Arthur would keep bashing anyone she picked.

"Oh I don't know. But if they're anything like you they're probably just going to enjoy looking at me instead." Just like he would Annabelle. This was getting to be a bit much. "Oh aren't you just full of yourself." Morgana gave her drink to the nearest servant and turned back to Arthur.

How she longed to see her friend be back home and safe. Guinevère just had to be OK, she just had to! Morgana gazed longly out the window, heavy hearted. Worrying deeply. She almost didn't notice the approaching sound of footsteps coming up the staircase towards her. Looking to her side she saw that it was Arthur. Her heart skipped at the sight of him. He was back! Morgana looked next to him and saw no one else. Looking at his face, her heartrate quickened and she started to feel panic setting in. Gwen was gone. Arthur hadn't been able to save her. Her best friend was gone forever and it was all her fault for leaving her there. Her eyes started to water as Arthur stepped to the side revealing someone behind him.

"GWEN!" The tears rolled down her cheeks, but they were of joy now. "You found her!" She exclaimed in releaf as she hugged her friend close and held her as tightly as she could without harming her. Morgana cried, her sobbing sounding more like light laugher, which might have been what she was doing. "Thank you!" She managed between her odd noises of contentment to thank Arthur, though she was no longer facing him. Gwen was safe! Morgana was so happy and releaved! And so very greatful to Arthur.