This is a chapter to lead on to more introductions, many of you have questions and those will be answered throughout the story, thank you for everything my darlings! :) Watching Children In Need, such a angelic choir! x

Gwen had sent a response back to Elyan confirming their visit to Camelot and for the subsequent two days there was nothing but preparation for the visit. Time had gone by so swiftly, Gwen abruptly found herself mounting her precious horse, Sapphire for the voyage. She could not deny ecstasy rushing through her veins as she continually visualized her reunion with her brother, with her home.

"You're awfully quiet Gwen," Morgana observed with her perceptive eyes. Taking the hand of a servant, Gwen watched Morgana elegantly mount the horse she usually used, Morgana did not bother to name it. She restrained a proud sigh watching Morgana run directives with the guards that were to chaperone them to Camelot, Morgana would be a picturesque queen for the days Gorlois would no longer rule.

"I keep picturing my reunion with Elyan," she replied with no intimation of the nerves that were overwhelming her, if Morgana had mistrusted her calm, collected front she felt no need to comment. The guards bolted the gates behind them as they set off on the stony, grey chalked path, though the bushes and saplings and the vales to Camelot. Gwen faintly heard Morgana witter on about the new silks she had been to purchase for the wedding and how Gorlois was so very busy with the conflict over resources with Olaf however, Gwen just couldn't stop smiling at the views enclosing her, a jolt of being free rushed through her and she chuckled with such warmth, Morgana looked at her sceptically at her sudden outburst of hilarity, but soon enough she joined in, and they both rode slowly and steadily for the days full of excitement ahead.

"WHAT IS THIS?" Arthur gawked at the blue mess of fabric before his eyes, Merlin shamefacedly stood by his side, tilting his head to the side slightly as he considered of a way to clarify his new eye for "appealing" designs.

"It's a dress…" He retorted slowly, in a tone people only seemed to use for young children, Well Arthur does fall into that category…mentally, Merlin reasoned internally.

"It looks as though it has been pulled through a bush, over numerous times! And what are these?" Arthur thundered picking up a stray piece of ribbon attached to the sleeve. Merlin had, in his own time, visited a local seamstress, asking for a dress that was appropriate for a wedding and fit for a queen, resembling a Coral Blue.

"They're ribbons Arthur," Merlin countered in a condescending tone, he was about to add another sarcastic comment but the bubbling anger in Arthur's eyes stopped him short. Arthur heaved a long breath, picked up the apple on the table beside him and hurled it at Merlin's forehead at a speed Merlin could not comprehend enough to react.

"I can see that MER-LIN,"

"Could've fooled me," Merlin muttered in a low hush but not enough for Arthur to dismiss his comment, Arthur thwarted him at the back of the head and pointed once again at the dress. You know…if you tilt your head to the right, and shut your left eye, it looks decent, Merlin instructed himself, he would've tried it if Arthur hadn't raised his voice in the midst of the rant, and Merlin wrenched himself out of his thoughts in case of Arthur asking questions.

"Don't you Merlin?" There's the question, Merlin squinted at the typical Arthur-angry-flailing arms. Merlin waited for Arthur to stop for breath, and quickly intercepted before Arthur could start again.

"Listen Arthur-"

"Why should I? YOU never do!" Arthur boomed uncouthly.

"Elyan's sister is a seamstress, she's entering Camelot in a day, then she'll have something productive to do," Merlin rationalized, Elyan had spoken good words of "Gwen", speaking of her many abilities, sewing was one she was apparently a goddess in, the way he spoke of her was not lies, he was sincerely proud of his little sister. Merlin peeked up from glowering at the dress, Gwen better fix this pickle, and only glowered more as he saw Arthur gazing at him as if he had grown two heads.

"What are you-"Merlin never had the chance to ask, as a guard stamped in with not much of a knock, shoving Merlin out of the way, the guard twisted in turn to Arthur.

"Your highness, the ladies of Le Fay are on route, they should be here within the hours of sunrise," the guard nodded his head in respect, while Merlin rolled his eyes at the gesture, he had done that once to Arthur and head-butted him accidently, Merlin repressed a smirk as he recalled the sulking Arthur and the booboo on his forehead. Booboo, funny word. Arthur shut the door as the guard left, although he didn't mention it at the time, he despised rude enters.

"Ladies of Le Fay? I thought, there was one?" Arthur spun around to Merlin, almost as though his rant and funny flailing arms had not occurred.

"There must be another sister, we have never heard of. Would be interesting to meet her, I suppose," Merlin replied back half-heartedly, men often spoke of the Lady Morgana, but another had never been mentioned.

Arthur nodded instinctively. Then picked up the dress and threw it at Merlin, the dress landed in a heap on top of Merlin's head.

"Fix. NOW."