(BtVS/Merlin ) The One-Eyed Knight
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Notes: Anthony Head's new show Merlin has recently started airing in my area and
after seeing the first several episodes I couldn't help but do a quick ficlet.
The One-Eyed Knight
Morgana sat on the edge of the bed, alone in her room having sent Gwen away for the day. Some would take one look at her and say she was sulking. She would have rather heated words to refute that. She did not sulk, and she certainly didn’t pout.
No, Morgana, ward to King Uther Pendragon, was furious.
It angered her how easily Arthur had shrugged off her concerns about that Sophia girl. Granted, it’s not like she could tell him that she saw Sophia kill him in a dream, but you would think that growing up together as they had and the two decades of friendship that came with it would buy her more trust than that. Instead she’s accused of jealousy of all things!
As if she would even want the idiot, trouble-magnet, oaf of a prince!
No, despite what most of the court seemed to think, Arthur was the last person Morgana would wish to be courted by. She would even take his servant Merlin over him if she had too!
Not that there was anything wrong with Merlin. She has actually grown quite found of Gaius’ nephew and felt a strange draw to him, particularly since her prophetic dreams started, that she couldn’t quite explain. He was a becoming a friend and perhaps one day even a confidante, but nothing more.
Still, there was a part of her that couldn’t get the image of Arthur fighting off the bandits attacking Sophia (though she suspects Merlin did more than simply watch) out of her head.
Morgana was an independent woman and was not afraid to voice her opinion to even the King if it came to it. She just couldn’t understand those Ladies of the Court who always seemed to need a man to protect them and were there more for image than anything else. It’s probably why she considers her servant Gwen to be her closest friend.
With a frustrated sigh she fell back to lay on her bed and closed her eyes, so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice when one of the castles new maids entered her room.
But sometimes, just sometimes, there would be nights like tonight where Morgana would allow herself to indulge in romantic notions. Such notions like that it may be nice to have a handsome knight ride in and save her.
Then she would get angry with herself for thinking such things. Eventually the anger would fade and she would fall asleep with the image of her shining knight in her mind for a single night. Tonight, however, she spoke to herself in a sleep-hazed voice as she began to drift off. “It would be nice to have a white knight of my own. Yes, I wish I could have my own white knight.”
“Granted!” a voice boomed through the room and startled Morgana back awake.
She opened her eyes just in time to see a portal of shimmering blue light appear above her bed before her view was blocked as something fell on her. It was tall, dark, and most definitely male and Morgana couldn’t move her gaze from the warmth in his single brown orb.
“You said the ‘W’ word didn’t you?”