Hi there! First Merlin fic- kinda new to the world of fanfiction, so please be kind and enjoy!
/^- In a land of myth, and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. His name...
Merlin. -^\
"Your Majesties?"
Arthur and Gwen looked at the young girl who stood before their thrones, just about their age. Her clothes were plain, but a pretty girl, freckles across her nose and cheeks, deep brown eyes and brown hair.
Gwen inquired with a smile. "Are you Milasande?"
"Yes, your Majesty. I am from the town of Vilor." Milasande curtseyed before the King and Queen.
"We are told that you are the person we have been searching for, meeting the criteria the Queen has requested for her maidservant," Arthur stated.
Milasande kept her head bowed, looking up at them through her eyelashes. "I have been told the same," She said with a gentle smile. The royal couple chuckled at her response.
Queen Guinevere stood reached out both hands to the girl. Milasande looked slightly confused, but took her queens hands. "I am happy to meet you," Gwen said. "I can tell we will be great friends."
Milasande curtseyed again, "Nothing would make me happier."
"Then it is settled." Arthur declared. "My men have moved you belongings into your chamber, and your horse to the stable to be looked after. You may get settled there and rest for a bit from your trip. Tonight you will begin your duties helping the Queen prepare for tomorrows banquet."
Milasande curtseyed deep and turned where another servant was waiting to escort her to her room.
As she walked down the into her new room, she thanked her escort, bid him good day, closed her door immediately went to the mirror, the necklace around her neck gleamed a yellow flash, her eyes reflecting the same.
"Mistress, I am in place," she said out loud, her features relaxed as if in a trance.
Through her magic mirror, Morgana saw the girl she controlled, and smiled. "Good. Make yourself of great value, my dear. For you will be my eyes of my dear brothers actions...But first things first...Merlin."
(Cue Music!)
Merlin entered into Arthurs chamber in his usual late, noisy way.
"Merlin..." came the voice a rather aware, and familiarly annoyed, Arthur.
"Good morning, sire," Merlin placed down the plate of breakfast onto the table.
"Merlin..."
"I know I'm a little behind. Gaius wanted me to fetch some herbs this morning..." Merlin continued to open the curtains to let the light into the room.
"Merlin." The young warlock froze when he heard his name in a softer voice. He looked over to see Gwen in bed with Arthur, holding the sheets over, what he could only assume, her naked torso.
"Oh! Um, I didn't realize that last night was a...you didn't mention that Gwen would be..." Merlin stammered as he looked down.
Arthur gave him a look. "Should I send you a letter next time I wish to spend the night with my wife?"
"Um...no... um.." Merlin would normally think of something witty to respond with, but with Gwen there- in her state- he could not conjure any words in his mind past his embarrassment. "I should fetch another plate for breakfast," was all he could spit out as he made a bee line to the door and out into the hallway.
Gwen looked at Arthur with a big smile as she let out a chuckle, which softened Arthurs expression as he let out a laugh as well.
Merlin shut Arthurs door behind him and leaned against it, his face still flushed from the embarrassment. He let out a sigh, and looked ahead- only to find a girl standing before him with a smile on her face, and a plate of food in her hand.
"I take it they are awake, but not decent?" She asked him, studying his expression.
"You would be correct," he responded with a little laugh. He blushed and looked down, then back at her and to the plate in her hand. "Is that for the Queen?"
The girl glanced to the plate then nodded," Yes. When I went to her chamber this morning she wasn't there. There was only one other guess."
"Well at least I am not the only one who didn't know.," he replied. "I'm Merlin, Arthurs personal manservant."
"Ah, the infamous Merlin." The girl replied. Her smile had not left her face. "My name is Milasande. Mila for short though. I am the new maidservant to the Queen."
"It's nice to meet you," He studied her. She was not plain looking, with her brown hair, freckled face and deep brown eyes. She was rather beautiful.
"Looks like we will be spending a lot of time together."
"Looks like..." He felt stupid in his response.
Arthurs door opened and a the king poked his head out, clothed in his pants, but no shirt. "Ah good, you've met Mila." He said, surprised to see them standing there. He reached out to Mila for the plate. "I'll save you the trouble and bring this to the Queen myself." He said with a doofy smile. "Take the morning off. Merlin, we will be riding this afternoon to further look into the reports on bandits. I want to do one final sweep before this evenings banquet."
"I'll have the horses ready by 11."
Arthur nodded and glanced back into his chambers and smiled. Without turning his head back as he closed the door the King replied, "Make it by noon."
As the door clicked, the two personal servants looked at each other and laughed. They started down the hall together.
"So I hear you stay with the court physician," Mila stated, striking up a conversation.
"Yes, Gaius is like a father to me." Merlin said, "He's a great man."
"So I've heard..."
Merlin studied her again. "You've heard a lot of things... what else did you hear about the 'infamous Merlin'?"
Mila laughed. and looked back at him. "Plenty." He looked at her expectingly, curious of what she may have been told about him. "Although," she said. "One thing I was not told."
"What's that?"
"You're more handsome then I thought you would be."
He blushed.
Mila stopped as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Well I should go look into the Queens dress for the banquet tonight. I will see you a bit later?"
Merlin nodded. "Yes, of course."
"Good. Till later."
The two parted ways. Mila glanced over her shoulder at Merlin walking down the hall. Then looked ahead.
So that was the boy that her Mistress wanted to rid Camelot of. It was a shame since he was very handsome. He seemed so nice...
She gasped suddenly as the stone around her neck burned causing her mind to spin.
No. He was not nice. He is one of the people that stand in her Mistresses way.
And he will die.
Hope you enjoyed the first part! It's short I know- the next chapter is much longer I promise! I know there are plenty of grammar and spelling mistakes . Please let me know what you think!