#armor quote

I make to move away, but Arthur pulls me back, keeping me close to him. My heart flutters, stomach thightening in nervous excitement as Arthur's hand cups my cheek, titling my head towards his. Then his lips are on mine, warm and soft, setting all my nerves ablaze. Arthur's fingers twine in my hair as he deepens the kiss, forcing me to curve into his body. My thoughs have gone hazy. I know this isn't the right time, and certainly not the right place, but somehow I can't remember why. Then, too soon, Arthur breaks away, eyes wild. I stare at him in confusion, hating how cold I suddenly feel "I- I'm sorry about that"Arthur says with a shaky voice. "That wasn't" - he clears his throat - "this isn't right"

I note the hitch in his breath as I lift his cover and slide into the bed next to him. “Wh-what are you doing?” Arthur asks at last in a strangled voice. “Finding a little peace in the middle of this war,” I say, sounding braver than I feel.  “Did Keva put you up to this?” I move closer to Arthur, but he shifts away from me with a low hiss, until his back’s flat against the wall. “No” I say, a little annoyed at his reaction “But if you don’t want me to be here, I can always leave.” “Don’t!” Arthur’s hand shoots out before I can scoot away, and a dumb smile spreads on my face. “Don’t" he repeats, softer, his fingers doing little circles around my forearm that send tingles all the way down my toes

"Morgan?" Startled, I look up to find that everyone's gone but Arthur. Arthur, who's been a constant presence at my side since I got back from Hell, even though I can barely look at him from shame. Arthur, who's made sure I'm always taken care of, even though he's evidently got more pressing matters to attend to. Arthur, whos hand I want never to let go again. Heat creeps from my cheeks all the way up to my hairline at the last thought, and I look quickly away, "Sorry"I mumble, pushing to my feet, "Got distracted" Arthur gently grabs my wrist in his gloved hand, preventing me from running away like my hammering heart is telling me to.

I've dreamed of this moment and dreaded it at the same time for so long. A thousand excuses try to push out their way past my cleached teeth, but what do you say to the one you've tried to kill, or thinks you did? Then Arthur's arms are around me, gently cradling my head against his shoulder, and it feels like the whole world has stopped spinning. "You're back" he whispers, his shaky break tickling my ear "I thought I'd never see you again"

You are dearest to me than my own exstistence, my own sweet love who forgives all except the one thing that drives us apart - war

It was no longer Merlin that caressed her, but Arthur the prince incarnate! They were entwined as mistletoe around the sherltering oak, glistening, naked and warm. When Arthur spoke,  Morgen felt she must expire else the dream fade and she find herself forgotten once more. "Surely now, you will tell me your name" She laughted at this, but said nothing, shifting her body so that it fit him perfectly, an act which spur Arthur into confession. ""We have known each other  before. The first moment I saw you I knew - I recognized you from somewhere long ago. Please believe me. I would do anything for you, even give my life to see you safe.  Truly, I will be your husband if you will have me.

Truth slowly penetrated her sensibilities, tearing the veil that perpetually blinded sight and clouded mind. Arthur was her other self, her lord, her life, the very reason for her being.