This idea came to me while watching Merlin. It takes place in that time, but since it doesn't really have any of the Merlin characters, it's not a crossover. I hope you enjoy!

It's rated T because of some sexy stuff (nothing graphic or R rated) also because of some violence and sicknesses.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

I look around the ballroom at the guests of the feast. Different colors of fabrics scatter the floor like flowers in the spring. My ward sits next to me, his armor-clad legs crossed tightly in front of him as he taps the wooden armrest with his index finger.

My ward is the king of the country. He adopted me when I was a baby, after my parents were killed by sorcerers. However, due to illness, I don't remember anything before age fifteen.

"What do you think of your feast, my dear?" he asks. his fading hair shines in the candle light as he turns his head.

The feast was mine. Mine because I became of age today. Some girls would perhaps kill to become of age because of all the illness in the land that will strike the children dead. I would prefer to be a child again. To run around the castle in my stockings and not worry about the man I must wed in five days.

"I like it much, my lord," I say, bobbing my head gently in a way of gratitude.

"Anything for you," he places his dry hand on my wrist, "after all, you are the heir to the throne."

A servant gives both my Ward and I a goblet of deep, violet liquid.

My Ward raises his, "a toast!" the guests stop dancing and give him their utmost attention. "to the woman who has become a daughter to me. And whose becoming of age has brought us this great feast, Lady Jean!" The guests who have them raise goblets, but they all chant, "Lady Jean!"

I smile graciously at the guests. My eyes falling to the small girl against the wall, Jubilation. She had been my handmaid for as long as I remember. Her short, black hair is clean, and she wears a blue dress that falls to her ankles in a messy heam. I knew she sewed the dress herself, and was very proud of it, even if it wasn't very neat. Her parents died of an illness when she was only ten. now she's fourteen and works very hard to survive.

Next my eyes fall onto is Sir James, the man I was to wed. He was my Ward's best army official, however, that was the only thing to him. He is at least double my age and is always away in battle. He is wearing his armor, covering his black hair and battle scars, one of which goes from the middle of his forehead down to his jaw. His blue eyes meet mine and he smirks as he takes a sip of his wine.

Finally, my eyes rest upon the eyes of Scott. He smiles softly and lifts his goblet to me. He grew ill the same time as I did, losing the vision in his right eye. I truly love him, but he is only a servant and my Ward insists on me marrying higher than that. For wealth and not for love.

...

Later that evening, Jubilation assists me as I step out of my skirts and remove my corset. She hands me my robes and I pull it over my head.

"my lady, are you alright?" Jubilation asks.

"of course," I reply, "my head just hurts from the wine."

"would you like for me to fetch the doctor?" she asks.

"no, I will be fine," I climb into bed and she blows out the candle. "Good night, Jubilation," I say.

"good night, my lady."

…

I am woken by a soft knock on the door. "yes?" I ask.

The door opens just enough for someone thin to come through, and Scott slips in.

I practically fly from bed and wrap my arms around his neck. I knew it took much to get past the guards outside my quarters, and he probably had to drug them. He works for the doctor of the castle, so he would have access to them.

"I had to see you," he says softly, so no one but me could hear.

"why?" I ask, fearing something may be wrong.

"Because I love you," his lips touch mine and heat spreads through my body. his hands fall to my waist and I feel my robes rising up my legs and to my navel.

I fall back onto my bed, allowing our kisses to become longer and wetter. I pull at the edge of his shirt and he helps me raise it above his head. I fumble slightly with his pants, but soon we are against each other, skin to skin. Lips to lips. Hearts to hearts.

…

Someone is after us. I grab onto Scott's hand and pull him along a strange looking corridor, with metal walls instead of stone. both of us are in funny clothes too, completely black.

a bright light shines in front of us, and the sensation of falling overwhelms me.

I wake up with a gasp. I sit up and feel Scott's hand on my back, "are you alright?" he asks, sitting up beside me.

"it was just a dream, from the wine."

"what was it like," he pulls my into his arms.

I tell him about it, telling him about the strange clothes we were wearing, and the light that engulfed us. I tell him all I remember.

By the end of it, light begins to shine into the window. then the question of how Scott was to get out came.

"Let me worry about that," he says when I ask. He gets up from the bed and leaves my quarters. I do not hear any commotion outside. He must have got out without trouble. Perhaps the guards are still drugged.

With the feel of his arms still burning around me, I soon begin to drift off to sleep.

What do you think? I've sort of been on an X-men high since I saw first class for the first time. Reviews are always welcome! I've probably made mistakes with the dialog and other things, so bear with me, I am not an expert on this time period, I just thought this would be an interesting fic, so I'm writing it. Xoxo