"Leave me alone." A girl cried out.

"Merlin did you hear that? Come let's go help her." Arthur said.

"You some kind of witch or something?"

"No she's a demon." They all started calling the girl a witch or a black devil throwing dirt and rotten fruit.

"Stop right now."

The children all bowed their heads when they saw the young princes approach them.

"Don't go near her, she'll cast her black magic upon you."

Arthur and Merlin looked down at the girl and saw that she was shaken with fear she looked harmless but since they too were just children it was frightening. What if the others were telling the truth?

While Arthur debated Merlin went to the girl and put his arm around her not scared of her at all Arthur then walked over to and lifted the girl in his arms and carried her away the other children started their teasing again and Merlin shot them a glare.

"You can wish yourself off in the stream." Arthur said.

"T-thank you your highness."

"What is your name?" Arthur asked.

She didn't answer at first because her face was covered but then she told us her name was Gwen.

"Wait where are you going?"

"Home milord."

"You can stay here with us; my brother and I were playing with our new swords."

"What are your names?"

She called them your highness because that is what she heard from the others but she knew nothing about them.

"I'm Arthur this is my younger brother Merlin."

"You're not from around here are you?" Merlin asked.

"No I'm from the west."

Her accent is what give her away it was different from theirs and also her skin was much darker and there were only three people in Camelot that had dark skin and they were royals.

But this girl didn't look like she was royal, she looked ordinary she was skinny and not very pretty, at least not to Arthur, but she seemed nice.

"Why does your brother keep staring at me?

"I haven't got a clue but if you have to get home we understand you can meet us tomorrow after our lessons."

She nodded to Merlin and they said their farewells and the boys went their way and the girl went hers.

But what Merlin and Arthur didn't know was there was a wolf that was watching them the whole time.

As promised she did meet with them the next day she was wearing trousers again and she brought her sword and bow with her.

"I like swords but archery is my favorite." Gwen said.

She was good a fighter, however Arthur and Merlin were a little better because they were older than she was. Arthur was ten but he would be eleven in two weeks Merlin was nine and Gwen was just seven.

"In my home land we are known for our archery but only the women learn how to shoot, the men don't. They stay behind while we hunt though they do learn how to fight to become warriors."

Every day they would play together, sometimes Arthur couldn't come because he was heir to the throne and Merlin had told Gwen soon Arthur would have choose his guardian and he was nervous about it not wanting to disappoint anyone in his court.

"Where is Merlin?"

"He's sick, he's always sick, after my mother died my father remarried and Merlin came a year after me they thought he wouldn't make it because when he was born he wasn't breathing."

Arthur laid down in the grass field and Gwen followed, they laid there for hours not saying anything just listening to the stream the birds.
Gwen wasn't even thinking as she grabbed Arthur's hand, he turned to look at her when blue and brown eyes locked.

Arthur asked her if she wanted him to walk him home but she said there was no need.

"Don't worry, Merlin won't die." She said

Arthur said nothing he didn't know how she knew he was thinking that.

Years later Arthur was now king, Merlin who didn't die like Gwen said was now betroth and he was also Arthur's most trusted advisor but today Arthur was to marry a women he had never met or seen to unite the lands.

Neither of them saw Gwen though they did wonder what happened to her, they'd guessed she was married to someone in the west.

"Arthur you must hurry you're not supposed to come after your bride arrives."

"What if she's ugly or uneducated she is from a savage land."

"Yes but this is to stop a war and it was your decision to marry this women in the first place."

"So what? We should've gone to war Camelot may be the biggest of the lands although I don't want to risk to a war unless I have to."

Camelot was the biggest and richest land it was in the middle of them north and Arthur ruled over it, it was his entirely, their cousin Morgana ruled the south she was ruthless but fair to her people and she loved Arthur and Merlin.

She wrote to the young king telling him marriage was the best way to go because she foresaw what the outcome would be if he did not.

"I'm ready."

They walked through the doors of the great hall and Arthur walked up the stairs to await his bride, he couldn't help but think about what he said.

What if his soon to be wife was ugly, she could have no teeth or she could be beautiful but be ugly on the inside.

He looked up when the doors opened again, here comes his bride.

All he knew was that her name was Guinevere and she was from the west that's about it.

Her face was covered by a veil, it was a tradition that her people do from the marriage ceremonies he wouldn't see what she looked like until their wedding night.

Geoffrey of Monmouth had bonded their hands together as they walked around a candle full circle and then he announced they were committed as lord and wife.

Guinevere and Arthur both toyed with their rings during the wedding reception, they drank honey wine out of their wedding chalices. It was then announced that it was time for the bedding.

And Arthur held out his hands to Guinevere and something had passed between them, they both looked at each other but Arthur ignored it and allowed himself to be picked up by his brother and the other noble man in his court. While the ladies whisked Guinevere away so they could prepare her.

"They say it hurts for an entire year." One of the ladies said.

"What hurts?" Guinevere asked.

"You know when they stick their thing in you, my cousin still hates having to have relations with her husband and the king may be no different."

"I think it's time for you all to leave so I may finish with milady." Sefa said.

She too was from Guinevere's home land and once the women left she started to speak to Guinevere in the native tongue.

"Moenie senuweeagtig daardie vroue nie weet wat hulle praat." Sefa said.

"I know they were just trying to frighten me and that one just so happens to be in love with Arthur, and we must try to speak more of their language Sefa."

"What for? It's not even pretty, unlike Buluku, so much mooier." Sefa and I both laughed, I'm glad I got to take her with me.

"Ek sal in orde wees Sefa ,Arthur nie sal seermaak nie."

She kissed me and then left.

I was in my wedding night gown that we wear it was revealing but still I wanted to look good for him.

Arthur knocked and I told him to come in I didn't like the way my voice sounded.

We stood there looking for each other he didn't make a move and neither did I but I could tell he was nervous about what I looked like so I decided to get it over with.

I took my veil away and his eyes widened.

"G-gwen."

"Hello Arthur."

"It can't be you Merlin and I thought you were married I didn't even know you were a princess."

"Yes and I am married to you."

"Yes you are, why did you tell us that your name was Gwen and not Guinevere?"

"I never liked my name and I wasn't into wearing dresses and learning to sew so I went by Gwen, which one do you like or how do you say, wil om my te bel?"

"Wil om my te bel, does that mean what to call me? I like Gwen but Guinevere sounds much more mature."

"So that's what you'll call me, and you know how to speak Buluku?"

"No not really I only know that phrase, and thank you."

That was a strange thing to know but okay I laid myself on the bed waiting for him so we could consummate our marriage.

A/N: So here it is the first chapter I hope you enjoy please comment add to favorites and all that good stuff. And the language that Sefa and Guinevere are speaking is Afrikaans and Buluku is a god in Africa but I made it into their native tongue, and no I don't speak Afrikaans I wish I did.