The Curious case of Merlin and Morgana

End Of A Dream

Truth to be told, Morgana had always imagined Merlin knowing about what she had done. In those thoughts, she had tried to imagine his reactions; what he'd say and most importantly, what would he do.

In her mind, he'd always be angry and the image she had painted wasn't different from the one she was seeing with her eyes, in that particular moment.

However, never had she considered apologizing, yet she was able to surprise herself when she softly uttered the words. "I'm sorry."

The apology didn't seem to have the desirable effect on him, or any other effects for that matter. His posture remained tense, his features hard. And as he continued to stare penetratingly at her, the witch found herself saying them once more, her tone higher.

Despite the fact that had seen this side of Merlin before, and that she had witnessed first-hand how dangerous he could be, when he was in such stage of mind, the expecting woman believed that he wouldn't do her any harm.

And so, she found enough courage in herself, to take a small step in his direction.

Yet, when his hand shut up in the air, she instantly halted her advance.

"You lied to me." His tone was accusing and dangerously low.

Hearing that coming from his mouth, something inside of her, simply, snapped. It was like being drenched with cold water. An eerie feeling got hold of her heart and Morgana dumbly stared at him.

It took her a second to decipher the strange emotion and when she did, the once high priestess was suddenly....smirking.

"Lied to you?" She echoed, with voice laced with venom and mockery. Humourlessly, she laughed at the face he was making.

Moving around him, armed with a thing she had long let go of, Morgana shot him an amused glance before she started to the door. "At least now you know how I felt when I came to the knowledge that you had magic."

His face dropped for the smallest of seconds and it only made her smile widen.

Even though she wished to stay and enjoy that look on his face, Morgana spun on her heals and yanked the door open.

"This is not a game, Morgana, you should know better." He told her sternly.

And she was willing to admit that he was correct. The entire matter was far from a game; still, she shook her head and stepped on the threshold of their chambers. "Perhaps. But at least for now, we are even."

With that said, she moved a bit, and then she slammed that door shut.

The feeling of utter satisfaction was unfortunately shortly-lived. The sound of the door closing was like a repeated stab to her chest. A stab straight through her heart.

Her smirk dissolved into a grimace and the corners of her eyes burned, as tears welled up in them. But she would not cry. She owed herself at least that. After everything, she had endured after discovering that Merlin had magic, the warlock deserved to suffer the same way she had, even if it wasn't to the same extent.

She stood facing the door, waiting and almost hoping, for Merlin to come rushing out. To do what exactly, she wasn't sure. But he didn't, and the door remained closed even after she had stepped away from it. The silence that filled the place, made her wonder what Merlin was doing and thinking, on the other side of that wooden entrance.

She didn't linger in there. She simply walked away, just like he had done a long time ago.