Morgana Pendragon. The esteemed lady of the Pendragon house, and the king's ward after her father's untimely passing. She was beautiful, elegant and poised. As such, she could have anyone she wanted when it came to romance- so long as she wasn't too public with it.

Well. Not anyone. She was a royal lady, of course. She was above you. Above... your soft hair, and your protectiveness. Above your concern whenever Morgana awoke in the night terrified after another one of her nearly prophetic dreams. Or... she was meant to be. But she never could ignore you completely.

She came to adore you, genuinely, as a friend. And then more. She realized this as she watched you go to stand guard outside her bedroom door. Her eyes were heavy, however, and she was jolted out of her thoughts as her name was called. "I- ah... Yes?" She blinked.