Okay this is my first Merlin fic but I think that it'll be pretty good.

Pairings: Arthur/Adrienne (OC), Merlin/Morgana, Gwen/Kion (OC), light Arthur/Gwen with mentions of past Uther/Ygraine and Lorcan/Jaquelin (OC/OC)

Friendships: Arthur/Merlin/Kion, Morgana/Gwen/Adrienne, Merlin/Adrienne, Uther/Lorcan

Summary: Arthur Pendragon is destined to be The Once and Future King with the help of Merlin, his manservant and powerful warlock. The legend says that Guinevere is his queen but what if legend was wrong? When his father announces that his old friend King Lorcan and his son, Prince Kion, and his niece, Lady Adrienne, are coming to visit for a month, he expected it to be like any other visit from royalty. However, the moment he hears Lady Adrienne's name he reacts in a way he was not expecting. These dreams that they both share are only the beginning in something much more bigger then a simple romance. Lady Adrienne changes things for not only Arthur but for Merlin, Morgana, Gwen and her own cousin, Kion.

A/N: Don't get me wrong I love Arwen, they are adorable together but if you've read my stories then you know I have a thing with Original Characters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin save for the first two season on DVD in my room. I only own Adrienne, Kion, Lorcan and Jaquelin.


Dreaming of Someone You Never Met

It was quiet in the dining hall.

The only sounds were the clanging of silverware hitting the fine designed plates, the breathing of the occupants, the swallowing and sipping of the royal family, and the shuffling feet of the servants. All of them echoing in the spacious room softly.

Arthur Pendragon, son of King Uther of Camelot, stared down at his half finished plate of food as he ate. Though the quiet was unnerving him a little, he welcomed it. He was thankful that Morgana, the King's ward and the Lady of Camelot, was not arguing with the King over something tonight as well as he was grateful that his father had nothing of importance to tell them.

"Arthur. Morgana. There is something I would like to discuss with you." His father said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Arthur sighed as he placed his silverware down and grabbed his glass of wine. So very close…he thought as he took a sip.

He looked over at his adoptive sister to see that she was silently staring at her guardian with a wary expression gracing her beautiful face. He mentally agreed, slightly cautious as to what his father was about to tell them.

"What is it father?" He asked, placing his almost empty glass down. Almost instantly his manservant, Merlin, appeared and refilled the cup. The two young men shared a look that spoke volumes to them.

Now what?

He watched as Merlin fought the grin that was threatening to spread across his face and he was successful for the most part save for a small quirk of his lips. Arthur was thankful to note that he contained his own grin.

"Do you remember my old friend King Lorcan and his son Prince Kion?" His father asked, bringing his attention back on him and away from his manservant. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Morgana had witnessed the exchange between himself and Merlin and had a small smile visible on her face, her eyes flickering from him and Merlin, lingering a little longer then appropriate on the dark haired young man.

Arthur went through his memory for the two men his father mentioned.

"From Breckmire if I'm not mistaken?" He asked, looking at his father questioningly. His father nodded, taking a sip of his wine.

"I heard his wife had passed years ago." Morgana said casually, the sympathy clear in her voice, "It was so sad."

Uther nodded, a pained look on his face as he remembered his friend's grief and the lost look of two children. He could still see the haunted look in the young girl's eyes, so much more prominent than of the young boy. Those eyes had plagued him for days after that.

He shook his head, stopping himself from going down that path.

"It was. Queen Jaquelin was a kind and beautiful woman." Uther commented, "And she adored her son and niece."

Arthur and Morgana shot each other a confused look.

"Niece?" Morgana inquired softly.

They watched, startled, as Uther's face became pained once more. It seemed that this girl had struck a nerve in Uther and had him showing such emotion.

"Yes. The Lady Adrienne." He spoke the name softly as he stared at the entrance doors blankly, lost in his thoughts.

Arthur jerked softly at the name, his hands clenching the arms of his seat tightly.

Lady Adrienne.

"She's the daughter of Lorcan's younger sister. Her parents were killed when she was eight." Uther explained, looking at Morgana to see her emerald eyes grow sad and understanding. "She had been staying with the King and his family when it happened. When they heard, he took her in and raised her like she were his own. Jaquelin and he loved her as much as they loved their son."

Arthur listened to his father intently and felt a wave of great loss and sadness that almost had him reeling in his seat.

Lady Adrienne.

He shook off his strange reaction and focused on his father.

"It said that she is to rival Morgana in beauty, whenever the kingdoms are compared." Uther said, trying to lighten the sudden dark mood.

"Anyways, back at the matter at hand." Uther stated, "King Lorcan, Prince Kion and Lady Adrienne are coming for a visit in a weeks time." He stared at his son and ward with a steely look.

"When they arrive I want the both of you to be on your best behavior. Do you understand me?" He asked looking at them, "It is going to be hard on them already as the anniversary of Queen Jacquelin's death will be during their visit."

He and Morgana nodded their heads solemnly.

"Of course father."

"Of course sire."

The King nodded, happy to see that they were both sincere.

After that the three of them went back to their meal silently.


Arthur stood at his window, watching the night of Camelot expressionlessly, as Merlin readied his bed for him. He couldn't get the name out of his head for some reason and it was starting to become bothersome really.

Lady Adrienne.

"Arthur?" A hand rested lightly on his shoulder, startling him. He spun around sharply to come face to face with a surprised looking Merlin.

"Are you alright there, Arthur?" Merlin asked, concern lightly tracing his tone. Arthur tensed.

"I'm fine." He snapped with a half hearted glare, "You can go now."

Merlin just stared at him as he moved around, getting ready for bed.

"Are you sure?" Merlin pressed softly, "Because I saw the way you reacted at the mention of Lady Adrienne."

Arthur froze at the name.

"I don't know what you're talking about Merlin." He told him, not turning around. "Now if you would please leave, I would like to get ready for bed."

He didn't see the apprehensive look appear on his manservant's face.

"Of course. Goodnight Arthur." Merlin said as he walked to the door.

"Goodnight Merlin."

Arthur sighed in relief when the door closed. He quickly took off his tunic, tossing it on top of the changing screen and changed into some sleeping trousers. Once ready, he walked over to his bed and fell on top of it.

Rolling, on his back, he stared up at his canopy, the name still replaying in his head.

Lady Adrienne.

What was wrong with him?


He was standing in the middle of a field of various beautiful looking wild flowers. The sun was beaming down brightly, but it was not hot as there was a breeze just strong enough to cool the heated air off but not become an annoyance. There were trees on both the right and left side of the field, going into the forest.

He looked around, confused as to what was going on.

Laughter filled his ears.

Beautiful, joyous laughter that warmed him to the core much better then the sun above him.

Spinning around, he spotted the source of the laughter, only to see nothing.

He walked in the direction he heard it come from.

"Wrong way there, my prince." A sweet and soft voice said teasingly in his ear. A grin unconsciously came onto his face and he turned around to face her. To once again see no one.

A frown replaced his grin and he heard a giggle causing him to roll his eyes.

"You are not funny, my lady." He said, the frown still marring his handsome face.

He heard the grass breaking behind him and her presence, seemingly making his body buzz at her proximity and he relaxed, not realizing his was so tense.

"I'm sorry, my prince." She whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Heat seeped through his tunic and seared his skin. He turned around slowly, afraid that she wouldn't be there. But no. There she was.

Lady Adrienne.

He nearly stopped breathing at the sight of her.

Raven black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, aquamarine eyes shining up at him, a loving smile adoring her pink lips, lightly tanned skin glowing in the sun; she wore a simple white dress, that was not as grand as she would usually wear but she still made her look spectacular.

She looked breathtaking.

"You need to remember to breath, my prince." She teased as she stepped closer to him, invading his personal space but he found it in himself that he did not care.

"It's difficult to remember such trivial things when in the presence of such beauty, my lady." He spoken lowly and he watched as her eyes darken at his tone.

"Such the charmer." She breathed, her breath ghosting over his face.

"Only for you."

He leaned down and she tilted her face up just a little and their lips just barely brushed…


Arthur shot up, his breathing labored, as he stared wildly around the room, not taking anything in.

Gradually, his breathing slowed and he became aware of his surroundings. He relaxed at the comforting sight of his room, realizing that it was only a dream.

He flopped back down on his mattress in confusion.

Why did he dream of Lady Adrienne?

Especially when he's never met her.


He was already dressed when Merlin came in, late as usual. He hadn't fallen back to sleep, a little worried he would dream of her again, so he just stared up at his canopy thinking of anything but of her.

"Morning sire." Merlin greeted as he placed breakfast on the table. Arthur was at the window again but had turned around at his entrance. Merlin instantly noticed the dark circles under the prince's blue eyes and grew worried.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked as Arthur sat down to eat. He watched as Arthur froze at the question. Though he recovered quickly, busying himself with the sausage on his plate, Merlin still made note of the strange behavior.

"Well enough. Is my armor ready? We are training after breakfast." Arthur swiftly changed the subject, which Merlin noticed and narrowed his eyes as the prince cut into one of the sausage links. He decided not to comment on this new twitchy Arthur.

He'd just have to keep an eye on him.

Again.