Gwen woke up for the second night in a row, her hair plastered to her neck and her nightgown clinging to her. For a moment she wanted to growl slightly before she registered the heavyweight on her chest.

All at once, the irritation fell away from her when she saw the dark hair spread over her shoulder, the innocent look on Morgana's face. The way she looked at peace in her sleep.

How Morgana had cruelled to her and at that moment she knew no matter how many nights she wakes up drenched in her own sweet, even when it was the middle of the summer.

It is all worth it to see Morgana at peace, where no nightmare is plaguing her.

Gwen closed her eyes again after she got the material unstuck from her chest. She could feel Morgana snuggling closer, throwing one arm around her waist.

In the end, it is all worth it.

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