I do not own Merlin unfortunately. I "own"ly ;) own Vivianna :D. Enjoy and please review. But not too harshly. . . :3

"Oh, but he was so handsome, with his blonde hair shining in the sunlight, sitting atop his noble steed, and his eyes glinting like two gorgeous, enticing orbs of perfection," Vivianna proclaimed, her hands clutching her heart and her cheeks flushed while her eyes batted dreamily.

"Oh dear," Gwen answered, patting her shoulder pityingly. "You should be careful to speak of the prince in such a way in so loud a voice."

The words didn't quite reach Vivianna, who was nearly swooning as she recounted the prince's appearance with so elegant a description that she couldn't hear anything but herself. Her mind stuck solely on the fantasy she painted with her colorful and eloquent depiction of the fair prince.

"Isn't he lovely?" she asked, finally returning to reality though her eyes still seemed far away and glazed with dreaminess. "So lovely," she murmured without meaning to.

"Who's lovely?"

Vivianna spun around to find Merlin smiling curiously.

"No one is," she answered, knowing it best not to tell the prince's servant boy that she was admiring his master and friend. She smiled quickly in attempt to make herself appear sincere.

Merlin set down his things and walked across the room to retrieve several more vials of liquids and boxes. "Hm. You've only just gotten here and you already have your eye on someone?" he teased, looking up to smile at her so he could be sure that she knew he was teasing.

She wrinkled her nose and glared at him playfully. "Perhaps I do and perhaps I do not. None of your concern Merlin," she finished with a poke to his shoulder as she walked past.

Gwen shook her head. The girl was a handful. Dreamy and thoughtful, but terribly absentminded and sometimes foolish and blinded by her naivety, Vivianna had proven herself to be a quick learner and an unwavering friend in the years Gwen had known her. She had been delighted that they allowed her to work in the palace under her watch, but she foresaw problems almost immediately when she first brought her there.

She was easily manipulated and gullible, trusting anyone with or without their word of honesty. She herself was honest and kind, never one to turn someone away for a meal or a place to stay even though she was terribly poor and low on food and had only a small shack that she had built herself on Gwen's father's property, refusing any charity they offered. A determined woman by all means, never deterred by hardship or loss and she had always made a point of being there for Gwen whenever she needed it. And even when she didn't need it. Not very witty or clever, she had always held an air of innocence about her and sincerity in everything she ever did. And she was always humble and modest, sometimes irritatingly so.

But for all of her good qualities, the less than excellent characteristics somehow managed to overshadow the better from time to time. In the case of the Prince Arthur, she could only hope that this was like any other time she had caught sight of a beautiful man, that she would hopefully have sense enough so as to not pursue him. But she could never be sure with Vivianna.

"Go ahead and start our chores. I'll be along in a moment," Gwen told her. She watched her friend until she had shut the door and her footsteps had faded away.

Gwen sighed.

"That girl is going to get herself into trouble," she told Merlin, grabbing a broom and sweeping the dusty floor. "I can feel it."

"So she has got her eye on someone already?" Merlin asked, his surprise blatant on his face.

"She's gotten herself completely infatuated with the man," Gwen answered, sounding tired already just at the thought of what might be to come.

"Who is it?" Merlin wondered, looking at Gwen expectantly.

"You can't tell anyone Merlin," she warned sternly. Once he'd nodded she sighed heavily, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing harder on her each passing second she spent thinking about Vivianna going after the prince.

"Tell me," Merlin insisted impatiently.

Gwen took a deep breath and looked at her hands. "Arthur," she breathed, the true enormity of the situation finally weighing down on her completely. She studied Merlin's face until it finally registered the shock and then the intense disbelief and, finally worry.

"You can't be serious," he whispered. He sat down and stared straight ahead at nothing. "Is she serious?" he asked desperately, his eyes searching hers for a sign that it was a joke of some sort.

She nodded. "She's always serious about men and what she wants. Especially men that she wants." She moved to sit in the chair next to him, both of them feeling overwhelmed by the problem laying before them.

"Well just have to let her try and be refused by him," Merlin said finally. "Then she'll leave him alone."

Gwen stared at him, stunned that he would suggest such a thing be done. "How could you say that? She's a servant. Servants cannot vie for the affections of anyone above them, let alone the prince himself, without some sort of consequence."

Merlin sat very still for a moment and then leapt up suddenly. "Well then never mind. I suppose we'll just have to keep them separated until she finds someone else to wish for."

Gwen looked at him for a moment, running through the pros and cons of his plan. After a moment she slowly nodded. "It could work. If we manage to keep her so busy that she doesn't have time to fantasize about a rendezvous with the prince . . ."

So tell me if you like it! If you don't I won't continue. Cause that would be a waste of time. . . XD. But anyway thank you SO much for reading :D