MORGANA

Author's Note: This is going to be all five seasons of Merlin in one completely different story. I've added in things that I would've liked to have seen and hope that you guys would have too.

This story will center on Morgana (hence the title) and Merlin as lovers.

It's a darker and more adult version. All the more fun to write! ;)

I own nothing. All rights go to their respective owners.

CHAPTER ONE

Being Queen did not matter to her that much. She had always said that she would rather be out there helping the people than ordering them around from some golden chair.

Merlin had always loved her compassion and generosity and knew that she had a good heart. She was strong, beautiful, intelligent and Merlin loved to teach her what he knew. She was a good student and he loved watching her sea green eyes light up as he made a small pebble float up into the air with just the flick of his wrist. She was only a young woman but already she had a good sense of what the world was about. Her brother Arthur, would always tease her, telling her that she didn't have a clue about what it took to rule a kingdom. Merlin had to disagree, if Morgana knew that she was Uther's daughter and therefore had a right to the throne, Merlin knew that she would make an incredible queen.

No one knew about the lessons Merlin had with Morgana, magic was outlawed and if anyone ever discovered what they had been doing, it would mean death for him most definitely and maybe even for her.

It was a cold, wintry morning when Morgana was taking a ride in the forest. She liked to come out here when it was like this, the snow fell softly into her dark hair and she loved the way it covered everything like a big soft blanket. As she rode through, she heard a woman crying and a small frown creased her brow. She urged the white mare on and came across a woman who was kneeling in the snow with a red shawl draped around her slim shoulders.

Morgana dismounted instantly and went to the woman's aid.

"Are you alright?" She asked worriedly.

The woman nodded and brought her eyes to meet Morgana's. They instantly widened as she recognized the other woman.

"Lady Morgana! What are you doing out here?! There are bandits!" She warned. Morgana knew how to fight and these bandits would not have alarmed her if she had the sword that Arthur always insisted she take with her. She extended a hand to the other woman, a small girl with big, brown eyes and curly hair. She had a tan complexion, a sharp contrast to Morgana's alabaster skin.

"Let me help you."

The woman smiled at her gratefully.

Morgana helped her onto the back of her horse and looked up at her.

"Were you attacked?" She asked as she climbed into the saddle herself.

The other woman nodded.

"I was, but your horse must have frightened them and they ran off." She told Morgana.

Morgana nodded and walked the horse forward before turning it around, back in the direction of Camelot.

"You will be safe now, I promise."

The woman nodded gratefully and held onto the saddle as Morgana rode a little faster.

"You didn't tell me your name." Morgana said suddenly.

"It's Guinevere but most people call me Gwen."

Morgana lips turned up in a small smile.

"Gwen..." She said thoughtfully.

"Do you have any family Gwen?"

She shook her head,

"Where is your home?"

"Gone, I had to run from my village after it was burnt to the ground. Someone went for help but Uther refused them." She added bitterly.

Morgana's lips tightened and she forwned slightly.

"Yes, he can be a little... unhelpful." She agreed.

The woman said nothing more.

Camelot wasn't far off now and she could see the tops of the towers through the bare branches of the trees.

"May I ask what you were doing out in the forest, My Lady?" Gwen asked politely.

"I was taking a ride. I love it when it snows, it just feels so... magical." She said as she thought fondly of Merlin back home.

"You know Gwen, I need a new maid servant, my last one became pregnant and went to live with her husband, perhaps you would like to take over from her?" She offered.

"Oh I don't know... I wouldn't know the first thing about being a maid servant to the Lady Morgana." She gushed.

"It's easy really. I urge you to think about it, you would have a room in the palace, food, and between you and me, I'm not as demanding as people think I am." She whispered secretively.

Gwen chuckled.

"Well?" Morgana pushed.

She waited for Gwen's answer, hoping that she would accept.

"Yes, I will, thank you, My Lady."

"Your welcome, and you can call me Morgana."

Author's Note: Short and sweet but the next ones will be longer. Feel free to reveiw. X