A/N: So mostly, I'm writing this for my own personal enjoyment. If anyone reads this, spiffy for them. I give Kaiser a sister, yet to be named, and she'll join them in the magical land of gumdrops and rainbows where Arthur lives to be 83 and dies in his bed. Obviously, I don't own Merlin (although I really wish I did, I'd make a better ending), but I do own Kaiser, Bridie, and little Princess. If you like this, read my other fic "Gwyn's Son" and in your review give me addresses of local asylums.

Rated K+ for cotton candy fluff.

Gwyn's PoV

"She's beautiful." Arthur leans over me, just enough that I can smell him. Armor and leather, like always. One arm rests gently on my shoulder, as another strokes our newborn daughter's hair. Dark brown, just like mine, with slight cocoa skin. With a tiny yawn, she shifts.

"I wanna see!" Our peaceful silence is disturbed by my five year old son, Kaiser. The spitting image of Arthur, he immediately leaps on the bed beside me.

"Ooooh…..wuss her name?" Arthur scoops up Kaiser, to keep any accidents from happening between the two. Suddenly, Merlin dashes in, out of breath, with young Bridie (Kaiser's redheaded friend) on his back.

Hair mussed, neck-chief used as reins for Bridie, he looks in horror at Kaiser.

"I'm so sorry Arthur! He was making cookies and then-gone! Gone! Like a dragon or something! There, and then gone! Gone!" Merlin gestures wildly. Kaiser sticks his tongue out at Merlin from Arthur's shoulders.

Arthur sighs, suddenly so mature and calm. Merlin is caught mid-raspberry (targeted at Kaiser of course) when Arthur turns.

"It's fine, Merlin. Come here and look at my daughter. You too, Bridie. But after that, you need to take Bridie, you hear me, young man? Stella is probably going mad looking for her at this hour."

Kaiser nods obediently after a warning look from me.

"Yessur." Once on the ground again, Kaiser goes and grabs Bridie's hand.

"C'mon! You gotta meet my sisser!"

Merlin trails after them, cautiously. Once he catches sight of me, though, he relaxes.

"My queen." he bows formally.

"There is no need for the etiquette here, Merlin. I'm Gwen." I remind him. Though I keep telling him, he usually reverts back to the formalities again, although our bond is closer than ever.

"I apologize Que– I mean, Gwen. So! What have you named her?" leaning in close, he holds out his arms to hold her. After carefully handing my newborn over, I glance hesitatingly at Arthur.

"Ummmmm….." I say nervously. Arthur takes the cue I give him and turns to Merlin.

"We haven't chosen one, which is where you, my dear friend, come in."

"Me?" Merlin looks suspiciously at me and Arthur. Shrugging, I smile, trying to convey that this was all Arthur's idea.

"Yes. You. We need a name in four days, in time for her introduction ceremony. I'm going to be busy with...uh...stuff, and Gwen will obviously be recovering, so you need to find one. I was thinking, short, sweet, easily pronounceable, with an edge of regality-"

"But who's going to watch Kaiser?!" Merlin asks, astonished. Arthur smiles. Kaiser begins a round of "The Song that Never Ends". Bridie picks up at the chorus.

"Surely you don't mean me!" Merlin laughs.

"Oh. You mean me." he answers his own question softly, looking at me desperately.

"But you'll have Gaius to help you!" I suggest. Still, Merlin moans.

"Three days, ole pal. Better go get started. And don't forget, Kaiser's armor needs polishing!" Merlin reluctantly hands back the new princess and takes Kaiser and Bridie's hand.

"Arthur. Gwen. Princess." he bows to each of us, and then takes his leave. I can hear Kaiser ask for a snack on the way down the hall.