Merlin is an amazing T.v show that I just love. I never really like Gwen, so I'm making my own solution. This story will start by starting their relationship, and then getting into some action. I don't have a play by play such as books for this, so this is all my own.

I don't own Merlin at all, or any of the characters except for Stella.

1. Use your fist, and not your mouth

Stella glared at the girl in front of her. The girl had Black hair and green eyes that were filled with hatred as she looked upon Stella. Her puckered mouth spit insults at Stella.

"You are useless! It's no wonder you haven't gotten any friends! Look at you! Dressed in hand me downs, and covered in dirt from slaving away in a garden. You are a servant, and you will always be a servant. Now," the girl stalked towards her threateningly and grabbed Stella by the collar of her worn dress. "Get out of my sight, go back to your stupid, inbrid, mother."

Stella's blue eyes filled with tears as she shoved away the girl and turned on her heals to walk home.

"Oh, and Stella, before you go, would you mind having your coward of a father to come and muck out our barn, pull the weeds, and be the lowly piece of shite that he is? My papa will give him a penny for it all, which I'm sure you all will appreciate. " Stella lost it. Her pale fist went flying into the girls face and she felt the cartilage snap as blood fell from the bullys nose. The girls friends ceased laughing and started screaming. The girl reached up and pulled at Stellas dirty, unwashed hair.

The rubber band came loose and fell into her mouth as Stella wailed on her. She couldn't stop hitting the girl. Somebody yelled out help and was shrieking at the top of their lungs. Stella paid them no mind as she was lost in her own mind. Every taunt that came at her had fueled her anger.

Every time she had been silent. She would clench her fists in anger and walk away. She was lower class, poorer than dirt, and her mother was sick. Her father was aging much faster than other peoples fathers from all of the work he had to do to put a meal on their table every night and she barely saw him any more. She didn't think her father was a coward, like others had called him. She thought he was thinking about his family, and was greatful he had run away.

A beast with three huge heads, a dog or a Cerberus as it was called, had attacked the village. It took out many of the kings guard and the knights had not been ready for the attack and were still trying to get armor and weapons. Several of the towns folk had tried to help get rid of the beast, but not Alphazar Bealter. He had gathered his family and run to the outskirts of the woods. They had hidden.

And the town held it against him. Blamed him for the casualties of the town. All he had done was protect his pregnant wife, Anastarria. Ten years later, it was now effecting his only daughter.

Rough hands pulled her away from the girl she was on top of, and she let out a defeated cry. Tears ran down her face. Guards dressed in Camelots colors helped the girl up and another held Stella in place. She was roughly pulled into the arms of the guard and led to the town square. She would be kept there until her parents were retrieved. The guards that remained there, stood and talked.

"We can't just let this go unpunished," one whispered. "A young girl or not, she was hostile to another in public."

"You are right. Maybe we should give her a right scare then. Show her the dungeons and threaten her if she does it again?"

"That may work," the first replied again and grabbed her by the arm again. She was only ten and was very scrawny so even though it was unintentional, the action hurt her, and she winced. "Come on girly, to the dungeons with you."

"Wait," she pleaded. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!"

"What's done it done," he said and pulled her through the castle doors. They walked down the hallway when a very well dressed man and two pre-teens were at his side. It was King Uther, Prince Arthur, and miss Morgana. Uther was a young king with a fine jaw line and a head full of thick black hair. He had a scar on his face from the Cerberus and a dimming twinkle in his blue eyes.

Arthur was handsome with his blonde hair, just a shade darker than Stella's, and his blue eyes were bright and his mouth was set in a line as if he was deciding what expression to take. The small dirty girl found herself blushing at the sight of him. She had never met him, but she had heard from her father that he was a bit of a prat, and was about three years older than her. Morgana was an orphan that Uther had taken in when his friend, her father, had died.

She was very pretty. Her cheeks were losing their baby fat at the age of 13, and her dark blue eyes were light and happy. Her black ebony curls were sweeping her shoulders and her pale lips halted as her statement was interrupted. Uther looked at the guards and Stella.

"What is this?"

"The girl started a fight in the market place. Thought we would scare her and show her the dungeons."

Uther hummed and looked at her. He then bent to one knee and gave her an intense look. "Why were you fighting?"

"She berated my mother, father, and I. I couldn't turn away from it again."

"How long has she been doing that?"

"For as long as I can remember. All of the towns children do it, sir."

"You are Bealters daughter, aren't you?

"I am."

"Stella, is it? I've never met your father, but his vegetables are always worthy for my kitchens."

"Then why don't you pay him more than three dimes for the load?" She couldn't stop herself, it seemed. Uther glared at her, but it softened.

"I cannot over pay for a small load of goods, my dear. And as punishment for your actions today, I dock a dime from your fathers pay."

"What? You can't do that!"

"I'm king, I can do as I wish. And I think it is a suitable punishment. You won't be starting anymore fights, will you?"

"No, sir," she mumbles and looks at the ground. Uther demanded that she get back to her parents. The guards led her back outside where her father was waiting. He looked withered and tired as he thanked the guards and took her by her hand. His brown overalls were worn and she spotted another hole. "I can mend those for you tonight, papa."

"No, it's fine. You will eat your supper and go to bed."

"I'm sorry papa. I didn't mean to fight. She just wouldn't leave us alone. I couldn't just walk away this time. She called out a coward, and I snapped. I hit her, and now King Uther is docking a dime from your pay tomorrow when you bring him the next load of vegetables."

He sighed and closed his eyes. After a minute he looked down at her and smiled. "It's alright sweetheart. We will manage. No more fights though, right?"

"Right," she agreed. The rest of the walk home was in silence. After some watery cabbage soup, she kissed her mum and papa goodnight and went to bed.