Admiring Gwen in her wedding dress, Morgana steps back to take a better look at the work of the accomplished seamstress.

"You are so beautiful, Gwen," Morgana praises her, "Arthur would have been stupid not to see how amazing you really are at least there is hope for him."

"Morgana, don't be so hard on him. He's had to deal with a lot of things in his young age."

Morgana scoffs, "I don't care if he only has a few things on his plate. He will need to produce an heir soon. You know what wedding nights are for I assume?"

"Of course I do, but I won't stress over it."

"It is likely to happen you know. Are you ready?"

"If it does occur that is."

"Yes. Are you ready?"

"Yes I am."

"We are glad of that, Gwen."

"What's this we business about? Have you been in cahoots with Merlin?"

Morgana laughs, "No, I had a dream a nights ago that you would come back from your honeymoon, pregnant, is all."

"I don't believe you. There is no way that could end up being real."

"We will see, Gwen, we will see."