Secrets and Those Who Keep Them

Main Points:
Merlin AU
Chapter Summary: Morgana tries to figure out how to deal with her newfound knowledge, and feels a little more herself.
Word Count: 275
Rating: T
Notes: I only vaguely know about anything that happens beyond...Season 2?  'Cause that was all they had on Hulu.  And then they had Season 4, but by then I was completely and utterly behind, so.  It's a fix-it.  And I know more of the characters than I do of the plot. Also, good!Morgana (or at least, grey!Morgana) is fun to write.  We've seen far too much of Evil!Morgana; it's maybe overdone.  Except for maybe that one treehouse series.
~Dreamer~

            It becomes normal, then, to call Merlin aside.  The first time, he’d looked decidedly nervous, until he hears her question.  “Should I tell Gwen?”
            He grimaces, letting out a deep sigh that suggests the weight of Camelot rests on his shoulders.  “I…suppose it’s up to you.  Milady,” he adds, and it must be a Merlin quirk, the ability to make obedient titles sound slightly insulting.  “Ordinarily I would’ve said yes, but she’s been acting odd recently, and it’s…sometimes she seems like a stranger and I don’t know how she’ll react to anything.”
            “Like I was?” she asks, and he nods.
            “A little, yeah, but.  There’s also the thing with Arthur and Lancelot, and the more I look at things, the more I think she’s in love with Lancelot, and that’s a problem because he’s not here and you know what Arthur can be like.  And she’s getting…manipulative?  Sneaky?  ‘Course, I’ve been getting a little on edge myself, which is why I finally broke and told you.  It’s too much for one person, I think, even someone with some big destiny a dragon’s been prattling about since I came here.”
            It’s not the first time he’s mentioned the dragon, but that’s a question for another time. 
            “You know how I am,” she tells him, laying a hand on his arm.  “I’d like to help where I can.”
            That earns a big, goofy grin, but he notices Arthur beginning to glance around, an irritated look on his face, and he ducks out without a word.  Arthur, no matter how much you complain about your manservant, you have him well-trained, she thinks with a smirk on her face.