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Morgana wasn't quite sure who was attempting to spoil her more. Arthur. Or Merlin. It was almost as if there were in a competition about it and there were times where it seemed that they would put there heads together to come up with some scheme that would end up in ... her being stuffed with chocolate, having her own miniature sword, and more little dresses than she knew what to do it. And hoodies. She had quite the fascination with them.

Not that she was complaining. And yes, she very much did "set them against each other" when it came to them being over competition over it. Though for some reason she tended to favor Merlin's spoiling a bit more than Arthur's. Likely because his almost always ended with magic. It was fun here in the future. With an older Arthur and Merlin. She liked it. While she missed her father terribly, Arthur assured her that she would be able to see him again soon enough. Arthur might have been annoying where Merlin was not, but Morgana found that she trusted him and his very solemn vows. Because while she would never admit it to the pudgy little boy or to the bearded man for that matter, she'd always found him to be rather trustworthy. Arthur Pendragon. For a boy his age. It made sense that it would increase with age. Even if he wasn't much less exasperating.

Things were good. They had both taken her shopping that day. For books. The future had the most fascinating books. Merlin let her choose whatever she wanted. Which hadn't sat well with Arthur at first but Merlin easily won him over. He was rather good at that and Morgana suspected that they were married. Which was quite fine with her because she was of the mind, and Morgana was quite frightening even at age nine when she was "of the mind", that they were quite adorable together. And that someone deserved to be happily married. Morgana knew how much her father missed her mother. She could tell. She wanted her father to be that happy. And while she knew that he was happy he wasn't that happy. Since life had yet to make her bitter enough to resent Merlin and Arthur or begrudge them anything, she just wished nothing ever happened to make either of them the sort of not quite happy that her father was.

Which was why when she had fallen a sleep from a long day of shopping and just general beating Arthur in sword-fighting; only to be awaken by a nightmare, the scream that grabbed at the air was much more chilling that it might have been.

She had her nightmares for some time now. Likely two years or so ago. She really didn't remember. It felt sometimes as if had them forever. Since even before she was born. She had them. She saw many horrible things. Or at least things that were horrible to a nine year old it was as if someone somewhere had some mercy on her poor mind and soul. Because when she got them too years ago, they were vague. They dreams grew as she grew older. In details. And even now they were still fuzzy around the ages, which Morgana loved and hated with her little might all at once. Because it never spared her death. No matter how much of the details that she didn't get to see, it never spared her death.

Because God, she wished it would.

She didn't even remember removing the covers and jumping off the bed. But her feet hit the cold of the floor and it was obvious that she had forgotten her slippers. Which didn't matter because she reached her destination and all put launched herself at Merlin.