Merlin surveyed his sister with critical eyes. Deep in his soul, he had lingering reservations about Gwen's union with Arthur. His brother-in-law did love his sister passionately. However, he was impulsive and immature combined with his good heart, compassion, and nobility. Arthur didn't inherit the latter from his father, Uther.. Merlin feared that his Impulsivity might bring harm to Gwen. His mother kept clung wrapped in gauze to protect from harm until she fell in love with Arthur. Merlin regretted not forcing Gwen into the harsh realities of their world.

"Are you happy,' Merlin questioned his sister as she fluffed a bunch of wildflowers.

Beaming, Gwen rushed over to gather his cool hands. She stroked his rough palms with her thumbs in attempt to transfer her warmth to his worry heart.

"I'm at peace, and every day is serenity. My soul belongs with Arthur. Camelot is not a happy place. Uther is a fierce king. Yet, Arthur is a considerate, gentle, and loving husband. I've seen the warrior in him. "

Merlin pondered Gwen's words. "If anything changes…"

"It won't."

Merlin tugged on a loose curl near Gwen's chin. "Tell about Morgana."

A soft light illuminated Gwen's eyes. "She's wonderful."

Merlin raised an eyebrow. "Is there two Morganas? That creature is still snotty and wild as the day of your wedding. She refused to dine with the Druids at midnight. She broke our custom."

Smiling, Gwen waved her hand. "She had a sore leg. Morgana was thrown from her horse earlier in the week. She struggled to climb over hill for the ceremony. She meant no offense."

"Smart horse."

"Brother!"

Merlin wriggled his dark eyebrows. "Tell me more about your new sister."

"She's loyal, kind, and thoughtful. She keeps the noble women in check for me, her words. She chased away all of Arthur's previous lovers." Merlin raised his eyebrow higher. "Don't look at me like that."

"He kept his lovers In Camelot?"

"Just a few that didn't get it. Morgana sent them away quickly. She feeds the hungry. She actually plows fields, and she's amazing seer. "

"Does she kiss babies too?'

"No, she loathes children."

Merlin chuckled drily. "Anything else?"

"I trust her."

Merlin nodded. Gwen's last word convinced him to start negotiations with Uther. He would make Morgana, his queen. He was doubtful that she would enjoy his household.

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"Morgana," Arthur began quietly. "You cannot carry on in such a manner. It embarrasses Father."

Morgana rolled over on her bed to stare at her older brother. His handsome face set tersely. "Why do you fuss over him?"

"He's an important ally. He's my brother-in-law. I love my wife. He could still take her away.'

Morgan flicked her rich dark mane from her eyes. "This is about you? Gwen is too good for you. You should have married a witch.'

'You're not available."

"Tut tut, dear brother. Such harsh words for a loving devoted sister. I'm right; Gwen is much too lovely for you."

Arthur wasn't in the mood to cross swords with Morgana. She knew him too well, and was able to deliver sharp bars to his weak spots. His marriage to Gwen wasn't finalized until she delivered an heir or Arthur demonstrated a deep understanding of Druid ways. He adored his wife. Druid customs were confusing and complicated. Each custom was personalized for an individual. He wasn't allowed to touch anything except Gwen's lips until their marriage night. Another Druid could bed a potential bride before an offer was made to unite two family. Or a Druid male could say that you were married with a few words.

"Morgana, don't tease me," Arthur lamented. "I'm trying. He might take her away." Arthur slumped to his sister's bed.

Morgana's soul was consumed with remorse as she crawled across her bed linens. Wrapping her arms around Arthur, Morgana rested her head on his strong shoulder.

"I'll fight him with everything that I have for you to keep her.

Arthur patted Morgana's hand. "You want to fight him anyway. Why do you like him?'

"Something about him…"

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Uther leaned back in his throne as Merlin stood before him wearing a dark smile. He couldn't read any emotion in the younger man's eyes. It unnerved Uther that Merlin was so calm and collected, mysterious.

"Nice Council room."

"Thank you."

Merlin offered a smile that didn't reach his blue eyes. "I propose an alliance between our kingdoms."

Uther waved his hands. "Arthur is married to Guinevere."

"For now."

A shiver swept down Uther's back. "What does that mean?" Arthur adored his children. He knew that he could have been a better father. Yet, Arthur loved Guinevere, and it would break his spirit to lose her.

"She needs to produce an heir or she comes home."

"Trust me; she will have a son for Camelot." Uther knew Gwen shared Arthur's bed nightly.

"If you say so."

"What alliance?"

"I charted the stars. Your daughter, Morgana, is destined to be my bride. It dampened my spirits for a moment."

Uther squirmed in his chair. He adored Morgana. Even though she interrupted his ruling, freed his prisoners, and enjoyed tormenting him. He didn't know if this was a proper match. She was his only daughter, his baby. He would never admit it to her.

"Merlin, she's headstrong and passionate."

A dark light flared in Merlin's eyes. "I have every intention enjoying every minute of her passion. She's like a filly. I don't intend to break her, just make her mine."

Uther's eyes popped. "Oh dear. Can I say no?"

"Could I say no to Gwen? You can't change the stars."

"Let it be."

A/N: This is going to be a combination of the Frog Prince and King Thrushbeard.