A/N: This is based off of Paramore's Brick by Boring Brick, which I don't own. I don't own Merlin either.

It was the end for Morgana. Arthur's armies had taken her castle, taken everything. She lay on the ash and blood covered floor of her room and wept.

And then he was there. Golden, perfect, beautiful. Her prince.

"You honestly thought I would hurt you?" Arthur asked, laughing.

"Yes," she choked, "I thought you'd kill me for… what I did."

"Well, yes, trying to claim the throne and all that was a bit bad."

Morgana sobbed again.

"Listen," Arthur said, taking her cheek in his hand, "Next time, keep your feet on the ground. When your head's in the clouds with fantasies of killing everyone, stay here, with us. With me."

A butterfly flew down and landed on Morgana's hand. She thought for a moment, and then tore its wings off.

"Well," Arthur sighed, "If that's the way it's going to be, goodbye." He kissed her lightly on the lips.

Then he left. Just as he was turning to leave, he died from a fireball to the back.

And Morgana was still lying on the ground, dead butterfly in hand. Smiling.

The clock struck twelve. The dream of being with Arthur was over.

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