ajsrandomTitle: The Lady Morgana
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Merlin formally meets the Lady Morgana.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 584
Prompt: 367, Venture outside your comfort zone
Author's Notes: This is a continuation of last week's.
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“Do I really have to do this, Gaius? What if I run into Arthur on the way there?” Merlin asked.
“Merlin, you can stay here in these rooms all day. I need your help delivering these medicines. You have to venture outside your comfort zone,” Gaius replied.
“This one goes to the Lady Morgana, hmm?” Merlin held up a bottle filled with a blue liquid.
“Yes. It’s designed to give her a dreamless sleep. So it’s imperative that she take it soon.”
“All right, All right, I’ll go.” Merlin got up from the table, bottle in hand. He crossed to the door and let himself out of the room. In the corridor, he turned left and went up two flights of stairs. He then found himself in the family’s wing of the house. After counting a few doors, he knocked on one.
“Come in,” he heard from inside. He opened the door and stepped inside the room. The Lady Morgana sat at a small vanity with a servant girl brushing her hair. She turned toward him and asked, “What is it?”
“I have your medicine from Doctor Gaius, my lady,” Merlin replied, gazing into her eyes once again.
She looked a little startled at seeing him again, but composed herself quickly. “Set it here,” she replied, indicating the vanity.
Merlin moved over to her and sat the bottle down on the vanity top. “Here you are, my lady. Sleep well.”
“Thank you . . . what is your name?”
“Merlin, my lady.”
“Thank you, Merlin. You may go.”
Merlin took a step forward. “If I may ask you something, my lady.”
“Yes, what is it?”
“That afternoon, outside the house, why—”
“You may go now, Gwen,” Lady Morgana interrupted.
“Yes, mum,” the servant replied. She curtsied then left the room.
“You want to know why we looked familiar to one another,” Lady Morgana said.
“Yes, my lady.”
“Please. Call me Morgana.”
“Yes, Morgana.”
She smiled. “There, that’s better. Won’t you sit?”
“Thank you.” He settled himself in a chair near the vanity. She turned her chair to face his. “So, why do we look familiar to each other?”
“For my part, I dreamt of you coming.”
“You dreamed about me?”
She ran a hand through her hair. “I often dream about things that come to pass later. It’s been happening since I was a child.”
“That’s . . . unusual.”
“I know. How about you? Why do I look familiar to you?”
“I don’t really know. I just looked at you and you looked very familiar. Like I know you from someplace, except I’ve never seen you before. I lived all my life until now in a village in Wales.” He shrugged.
“This is highly unusual.”
“I know. I feel like I should know you somehow, but I don’t.”
“What should we do about it?”
“Do about it? I’m a servant and you’re a Lady. We can’t do anything about it.”
She reached a hand toward him. “Merlin, we can’t just let this drop. We are connected somehow and need to figure out how.”
“Morgana, how can we do that? Unless we meet secretly.”
“Yes, that is it. We meet secretly and work to figure it out.”
“How will we do that?”
“Leave it to me. I will work it out and let you know somehow. For now, you had better go back to Gaius. If you are here too long, people will get suspicious.”
“Of course, Morgana. Good night.”
“Good night, Merlin.”