I am lying in bed in the tavern. It is around 10:00pm. The spell is beginning to wear off. My eyes have gone an aqua colour and my hair is much longer and darker. I am also around one inch taller than "Katie."
I should probably perform the spell again, just in case, but I can't stop thinking about Merlin. Why did he run off like that? He looked like he'd seen a ghost. And the way he looked at me...scared and suspicious with a hint of longing. What does that mean? I wish I had somebody to talk to...
I must remain calm. I'm being stupid. I must focus on my goals, not some serving boy that doesn't have the right to steal my heart. Nobody has the right to steal my heart. I can't have any weaknesses, but the way he makes me feel... I can't put it into words.
This needs to stop.
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Morgana and Merlin
FanfictionI ship Mergana so hard, they're my OTP! This story is written from Morgana's point of view, but she is different. She doesn't want to be the bad guy anymore, but she still longs to be Queen of Camelot! Also her love for Merlin (created by me) burns...
