Just a new idea I came up with. Kind of similar to one of my other stories, but it's going to get different. If I get enough reviews on this, I will write more, so please R&R!
CHAPTER 1
Merlin was sitting at a table on the edge of the training field, polishing armor. Arthur and the knights were dueling and laughing. After glancing around, Merlin saw that there was no one looking. Subtly, he raised his hand and whispered a spell. The armor was clean.
Arthur was watching Gwaine and Percival duel. Then he looked to Merlin. His servant had just finished polishing his armor. Grinning, the king made his way to the dark-haired serving boy, ready to give him more work.
"Now that you're done with that, polish this too," Arthur said, tossing his sword to Merlin and picking up and extra from the rack. Merlin sighed, exasperation written across his features.
Then there was a shout. "Merlin?" It was phrased like a question. Arthur looked over, as did Merlin. There was a girl, standing with a guard, who was pointing at them
"Merlin!" the girl shouted again.
As soon as her features became distinguishable, Merlin was no longer at Arthur's side. He was running, faster than Arthur had ever seen him run before, to the girl.
When they met halfway, they embraced. The girl linked her arms around Merlin's neck and he gripped her waist as he swung her around in the air.
When he placed her down, they hugged again.
"I missed you," he said.
"I missed you more," the girl replied.
The knights had gotten closer. Gwaine cleared his throat.
Merlin and the girl pulled apart, but they still held hands.
"And who might this pretty girl be?" Gwaine asked. The girl blushed slightly.
"I'm Bronwyn," she replied, "Merlin's sister."
The knights gaped. Now that Arthur was looking, he could see the similarities. Their faces were shaped quite similarly: with prominent cheekbones and sharp chins. However, while Merlin's eyes were a very deep blue, much like Arthur's own, Bronwyn's were a pale grey that sparkled in the light. Also, Bronwyn's hair was a dirty-golden blonde color that was currently pulled back into a braid.
She wore tight black pants that hugged her long legs and calf-length brown boots. Her dark blue shirt was billowy and long-sleeved, but tucked in at the waist. A thick sash was tied around her waist, accentuating her slender form.
Though Arthur didn't say it out loud, he found her to be very beautiful.
"Bronwyn," Merlin said, "this is Arthur, King of Camelot."
Bronwyn extended a hand. Arthur made a move to lean down to kiss it, as was the gentlemanly thing to do; but instead, Bronwyn shook it, like a man to a man.
"And these are the knights: Percival, Gwaine, and Leon."
Bronwyn inclined her head to them politely.
A few minutes later, they were all sitting at a picnic table, with the exception of Leon, who had offered to get Bronwyn food.
"Tell us about yourself," Percival said.
"Well," Bronwyn started, "I'm technically Merlin's cousin, not sister. My birth mother was Hunith's sister. When she and her husband died, I was just an infant. Hunith took me in. I remember nothing of my birth parents. I call Hunith mother and Merlin brother."
"So, Bronwyn," Arthur said, "When I was in Ealdor, how come I didn't see you?"
"I left about a year before Merlin came to Camelot."
"Where did you go?" Gwaine asked.
"I was studying with a band of traveling minstrels."
"You're a musician?" Percival butted in.
"The best in the land," Merlin boasted.
"Not quite," Bronwyn blushed.
Arthur raised an eyebrow when Bronwyn elbowed her brother.
"When Bronwyn sings," Merlin continued, "the birds stop to listen."
Bronwyn's blush deepened. Rather than making her look like a tomato, it made her even more beautiful.
"You should play for us sometime soon," Arthur suggested and all the knights agreed. Eventually, Bronwyn consented.
"Are you going to get a job?" Merlin asked his sister.
"Probably, I'll have to see if I can find work."
"You could always help Gaius and I," Merlin commented thoughtfully.
Bronwyn feigned incredulousness. "You would allow little old me to be the assistant to the king's manservant?"
The knights laughed and Merlin smiled.
Then, seriously, she said, "That would be perfect."
Arthur took this moment to say, "Good, because Merlin need some help getting jobs done."
They laughed again.
"You could also be the court musician," Arthur continued, "That is, if your good."
"That sounds perfect to, thank you, sire," she replied graciously.
"Please, its just Arthur."
"Very well then," Bronwyn smiled, "Arthur."
Hope you guys enjoyed! Please review, otherwise I won't continue this story! Thanks!
-Sasha
