*I DO NOT OWN MERLIN! I ONLY OWN ALEXANDRA! Please leave reviews! I would like to know your feedback!*
Leaving is a good idea. No where can I be safe. You cannot just leave magic in a cupboard or in a jar. It follows you with no remedy to cure it. It is a curse to have in such a world ridden with hate for magic. Although the druids are always an option. I prefer a city. I have heard the future king of Camelot, Prince Arthur, is to be a great one. Much better than his father. I even dreamed that he would bring magic back to Camelot. The hills are tall, but I continues as if the hike is nothing. I pick flowers along my way. Sometimes, when I was at home, I would pick flowers and give them to my fathers subjects. They would say the flowers' aroma was amazing. The insisted they pay me, but I denied their money. Someone will probably notice me in Camelot. I must keep hidden under my cloak and hope my dress will not give me away.
"A tournament is to take place tomorrow. I am sure Arthur will be as handsome and brave as ever," a woman gossips to another woman. I clutch my basket tight to my body. I try to keep my head down. A tournament? Maybe I shall go and see how courageous this Prince Arthur is. I hope the stories of him are true. Gaius knows of my secrets. He may be the only one that knows. I wonder if he will tell Uther that I am here, or if his loyalty to me is stronger. My dress looks elaborate to the simple dresses of the people around. I see Gaius' lab or home, whatever he may call it. Shall I risk my secret? I have no choice, otherwise I will sleep on the cobbled streets of Camelot. I hesitate before knocking. Talking comes from behind the door.
"I save Arthur from being killed and I end up as his servant. How is that fair?" a man's voice asks.
"I'm not sure fairness comes into it. You never know it might be fun…" Gaius' old voice says wisely.
"You think mucking out Arthur's horse is going to be fun?! You should see my list of duties!" the man's voice whines. "We all have our duties. Even Arthur."
"Must be so tough for him, what with all the girls and glory!" the man's voice yells. I smile at this statement.
"Well, he is the future king. People expect so much of him. He's under a lot of pressure," Gaius says. Why does Gaius defend the Prince? If the Prince can not take car of himself, Camelot cannot expect him to rule justly when his time comes.
"That makes two of us," the young man groans. I wonder if this is what eavesdropping is. I decide it is time to knock and trust Gaius' loyalty. I knock gently. I hear rustling.
"Merlin, will you get that? I need to get medicine prepared for the Lady Morgana," Gaius asks. I hear a loud moaning and a screech of a chair. The door opens.
"Hello. May I speak with Gaius?" I ask. The boy, Merlin, is handsome with a slender face and dark hair. He smiles, until he sees my grave face.
"What is the problem?" he asks. His face looks concerned and tired. I see Gaius' old face appear behind Merlin's shoulder. His face brightens with surprise. It takes him a moment to realize that my arrival must not be on good reasons.
"My lady Alexandra, what on earth brings you to Camelot?" he asks, waving for me to come inside. He pushes Merlin aside. My purple dress glides on the floor and I feel my mother's golden pendant. It has the mark of the Kingdom, my home.
"I'd rather not speak of it now. My journey was tiresome. If it is not too much trouble, it would be most helpful if I could stay here," I explain. I feel Merlin's curious eyes searching me thoroughly. I remove the hood of my cloak.
"It would be my honor to house you, my lady. I must warn you that it is not what you are accustomed to. I could inform the king and he would no doubt give you a room," Gaius suggests. I shake my head vigorously.
"No. He must not know that I am here. You must keep this a secret Gaius," I tell him. He nods. I place a gold coin on the table.
"I cannot take this, my lady," Gaius refuses. Merlin gives him a look of confusion.
"We can get good food with this, Gaius," Merlin whispers.
"I will not accept a no, my friend. Where may I rest?" I question. Gaius looks around. He does not have enough beds, I had forgotten he only has two bedrooms. Merlin must've taken the extra. "I can sleep on the ground, or on these empty sacks."
"No, take my room," Merlin offers.
"Offering your bed to a stranger. You are quite kind," I say.
"You have given us enough money to buy three beds. Tomorrow I will pick up a bed for you, my lady," he promises me. I feel guilty. I do not work as hard as this boy, I do not deserve the comfy bed for a night. His handsome face has dirt smeared across it. I take one of the wet clothes and wipe it off for him.
"I deserve less than you do. Please, just take the bed. I do not wish to burden you," I say. He shakes his head.
"I am going to bed on the empty sacks and you cannot stop me…my lady," he tells me and points out his room. He escorts me the short distance. "Well there's the bed." He kicks a lot of items under the bed and holds something behind his back.
"Have you got something to hide, Merlin?" I question. He shakes his head.
"No, just a personal item," he says. I blush.
"I apologize. It was improper of me to ask. Thank you for the bed." He leaves the room and I close the door. I hear a faint bellow in my head. I ignore it, but it continues to say my name throughout the night. Only to get louder and louder until it wakes me from my sleep. I decide I must control this voice in my head. Perhaps Gaius can help.
