A/N: I got a review and I was excited, so here's chapter 2! Just a note on things in Camelot. Since this is a canon divergence, some things (things that Cassie had no direct effect on) still happened in Camelot despite her interference in history. Things like Morgause, and as you'll see further along, other things that happened in the show. So if it gets confusing tell me, and I'll be better. Enjoy!

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"Cassie" someone whispered in her ear. She groaned and burrowed her head deeper into the pillows. "Cass, you have to wake up now," the voice was a bit more forceful, but just as playful as it had been.

"No" she mumbled, rolling back into someone's chest and snuggling into it. The chest in question vibrated with laughter and its owner pressed a kiss to her forehead, then one to her nose, each of her cheeks, her jaw and finally settling on her lips. She sighed into it and leaned up towards him, tilting her head to change the angle of the kiss so she could sweep her tongue into his mouth. He let out a tiny groan against her lips.

Prince Arthur was a really good kisser, but she was even better.

"If you don't stop now, we aren't getting up," she said, pulling back a fraction and looking up into his sleep-clouded blue eyes. They were eyes that she was slowly getting used to waking up to in the mornings, and it made her happy that his face was the first one she saw every morning. Unless Merlin showed up early and traumatized himself, waking them both with the loud clang of whatever he had dropped and his awkward apologies and sounds of disgust that earned him pillows thrown in his direction.

He knocked pretty consistently after that. Unless something was attacking the castle or some other immediate concern.

The prince leaning over her smiled, but his eyes were dark, "You're right, and you have to go before any of the servants see you," he admitted though he looked like he wanted her to stay right where she was. Sliding his hand around her waist wasn't a good way to convince her to go either, but yet, there it was.

With a grin, she leaned up and kissed him again, keeping it short, before she sat up and stretched. His fingers tightened on her hip and her smile grew. "You're the one who woke me up to leave, not my fault if you like the view on my way out," she winked at him and he rolled his eyes good naturedly.

Rolling out of the bed, she stretched again, this time raising all the way up on her toes, her fingers to the sky before dropping her arms and looking around for the nightdress she had worn to his room the night before.

After a year in Camelot since her return, she had more or less gotten used to dresses. Though she still missed pants and often wished she'd had the foresight to pack a suitcase for her return. She'd already confused the hell out of Gwen trying to show her how to make twenty first century style underwear.

She pulled the dress on and turned back to the bed, doing up the buttons at the back of her neck, as she watched her prince fall back into his pillows and close his eyes, ready to go back to sleep until his servant came to wake him. Slowly, so as not to alert him -though in all honesty, it was probably useless since he was such a good hunter he could hear her, she was sure- she tiptoed around the bed to his side and jumped on him with a cry, giggling at his annoyed groan that became a laugh.

"Go, before I make you stay," the prince muttered, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"You say that like it's a threat," she teased, getting up off the bed and starting for the door, talking over her shoulder.

"It is" he responded as she opened the door, and the look he gave her almost made her close it again. But she knew if she stayed any longer the servants would find them and she would be the talk of the castle. It would get back to the king. It would not be good. At all.

Since her refusal of Arthurs proposal, Uther had seemed to be under the impression that she didn't want to be with him at all, and had become noticeably colder towards his guest. The two assured him that they did indeed plan on being together, but wanted to take their time. The man didn't seem to understand it, but had eased up ever so slightly on the young princess. Or fake princess really.

The issue was the only thing about her life in Camelot that wasn't more or less perfect. That and the fact that she would never know how Game Of Thrones ended.

But none of it really bothered her. She missed home and her family, but she had a family in Camelot. Arthur and Merlin and Gwen and Morgana, and even Gaius. The people had come to accept her and she was happier than she had been in a long time in her old life.

Managing to slip into her own room unnoticed, she smiled at another mission accomplished. Her room was bright with early morning sunlight and she hummed to herself as she pulled off her dress and walked to her wardrobe for a fresh one. She wanted a bath, but she would wait until Gwen came and checked on her rather than bothering the girl so early. Instead she put on a simple gown and began to work on the plans she had to propose to the king. She would run them by Arthur first, to get his approval and his backing. The plans were for a school for the local children, children of servants and butchers and blacksmiths who lived in Camelot and in the lower town. It would give the children something to do during the day other than throw rotten fruit at whoever was in the stocks, and would give parents a place to send their kids while they worked. The education was an added bonus.

Cassie was never good with children, but she deeply believed in education and hoped to help at the school as much as she could. She wanted to ensure that the children of Camelot would grow to become educated and informed about their kingdom. It would make them better citizens and of more value to their king. It seemed silly to her to only educate the rich and titled. Those children would only grow to understand their lives of privilege, rather than have an understanding of the lives of poor children and the vast majority of the subjects of Camelot. By educating the subjects, they could grow to become advisors to the king, or learn how to better grow their businesses or manage their workers.

She had barely begun to review her work from the day before when the door to her room burst open and Merlin came hurtling through it.

"Cass-Cassie" he panted, "We have a problem," he informed her.

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When Merlin had said 'problem' she had expected an issue, maybe even a quest. But the man standing in the midst of what looked like a small hurricane of magic just outside the castle gates was not at all what she had expected.

"What do we do?" she asked the two men standing with her on a parapet, staring down as the hurricane got bigger and bigger. The question was mostly for Merlin since he was the one who actually knew anything about magic, but Arthur answered anyway.

"Just use your magic to stop him," he snapped. Arthur's attitude towards magic had not much changed since his discovery of Merlin's magic. It had not helped that while Cassie was gone a woman, a sorceress named Morgouse had come to Camelot and shown Arthur visions of his mother. He claimed they were false, but Merlin had explained to her that the only way to convince Arthur not to kill his father for what his mother told him, was to convince the prince that the sorceress had been lying to him.

It had not done much to improve his opinion of magic. However, he had not told a soul of Merlin's powers, so there may have yet been hope. The expression on his face at his mention of his servant's magic indicated there was little.

"It's not that simple," the dark haired boy explained, "I don't know what he's doing, I would have to find a spell to counteract it, it's complicated."

The blonde rolled his eyes, "Then lets just kill him," he suggested, his patience clearly thin.

"We don't know that it will stop whatever his magic is though," Cassie reminded them.

"Then what would you suggest?" he demanded. It wasn't often that Arthur got short with her. She was generally above his bad moods, but she could tell he was lashing out because he was stressed and angry and didn't respect magic enough to understand it. He had expressly forbidden Merlin to use it ever again in his presence or otherwise, even in the most dire of circumstances, citing the boys own safety from the king as his reason, but with sure ulterior motives. Merlin of course ignored him completely and had returned to using magic in secret. But whenever a lucky blow hit a competitor or an enemy soldier fell on his own sword, Arthur would fix his servant with the most murderous of stares and storm away, livid and confused.

So Cassie took the simple approach, trying to keep magic out of it for everyone's comfort, "We go negotiate with him. You know I'm good at that. I just need you to come with me, be my big stick so to speak," she smiled at him.

His dark mood cracked as he recalled a forest adventure the two had been on to rescue Merlin. "Yes, your favorite advice from your King Roosevelt," he agreed.

The brunette had to force herself not to laugh at 'King Roosevelt' and turned to go, to hide the smile that threatened to split her face and erupt into giggles.

Walking out of the palace gates, she could feel the magic thick in the air, like the static before a storm. The winds created by his hurricane whipped her braid back over her shoulder and Arthurs hand tightened around hers in trepidation. The man stood at the center of the swirling magic, hooded, his face in shadow, but his glowing gold eyes shining out from those shadows. The prince stopped, his hand on hers tight, keeping her from moving forward.

"We have come to speak to you. To hear what you have to say," Cassie called to him, and watched as his head moved up, the gold in his eyes fading as he dropped his hands. The magic remained, swirling in the air, as if of its own accord, a force of nature now, more than a force of humanity. The sorcerer walked through it, and the magic didn't touch him, instead moving around him like he was pushing it aside. He came to stand in front of them and Cassie was surprised to find he was young, maybe Arthur's age and good looking, sandy blonde hair falling over his face and piercing green eyes staring out from under his hood.

"You wish to hear my grievances?" he asked, his tone sarcastic. Cassie set her features and nodded, holding herself in the most regal position she could manage. The circulation in her fingers was slowing in her prince's tight grip. The sorcerer smiled, but there was no mirth in it, "I wish the king to know what it is like to be hunted, to have those you love sought out and executed, I wish him to know what it is to lose a loved one to his own crusade against magic," he spat the words and even Cassie took a step back.

The sorcerers eyes began to glow again and he chanted some sort of spell. Before she could even react, Arthur had yanked her behind his back, one hand on her and another on the hilt of his sword as he yanked it out of his belt. But the swirling magic around them had no fear of swords and at the glow of the sorcerer's eyes the magic flew towards them, gold and swirling straight into Arthur's chest.

She screamed, trying to pull him away, trying to stop the magic from hitting him, but it was no use. As quickly as it had begun, the magic disappeared, as did its wielder and the prince collapsed. Cassie attempted to hold him up, but he was much bigger than her and the best she could do was slow his descent to the ground, where she tried to rouse him, shaking him.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up" she repeated, her panic setting in, "I will personally murder you if you are not okay" she threatened, though even unconscious, he probably knew she had nothing behind it.

Merlin skidded to Arthurs side, dropping to his knees and checking the prince for pulse and vitals. He apparently had them because some of the servant's tension eased. He placed a hand over Arthur's chest and began to mutter incantations. Cassie winced at the thought of more magic, but the young warlock in front of her appeared not to notice. His eyes glowed and he removed his hand, watching expectantly but nothing happened. He tried again, another incantation but again, nothing.

By this point guards were converging on them and Merlin stopped his attempts, looking more worried by the second.

"Help us get him to Gauis," she instructed the guards once they reached the three, helping them lift the blonde man and leading the way as they walked into the castle, Merlin trailing behind, looking dejected.

She slammed open the door to Gauis' room, startling the old man briefly before he saw the prince being carted in by Camelot's finest. They placed him on a table and all moved back, hovering in uncertainty. The man they usually took their orders from was unconscious on the table and they were at a loss for what to do.

"Give the man space to work," Cassie instructed, ushering them out the door with kind thanks despite the knot of nerves just below her sternum that pressed against her heart. She turned back to the room where Gaius was preforming tests on the prince. Merlin hovered just behind him, thrumming with nervous energy. She watched from her place by the door, her hands wringing with her nerves.

"What happened?" Gaius asked, prodding at Arthur's chest.

Merlin answered, "The sorcerer threw his magic into Arthur's chest," he told his guardian. The older man's frown deepened and he leaned over to listen to the prince's breathing.

"But it went into his chest, disappeared inside it, inside him, whatever it is, you have to get it out," Cassie's voice was soft but panicked.

The physician nodded, giving the girl a tight lipped smile, feeling the prince's head for a temperature and pulling back his eyelid to check responsiveness.

Without warning, Arthur sat up straight, hands flying wildly and eyes wide open. The physician gasped and backed up, Merlin and Cassie surging forward, concern in their expressions.

"Where is he?" the prince demanded, whipping his head around to see around the room. His eyes were wide and wild, "Cassie," her name was a plea and she went to him immediately. She took his hand, squeezing his fingers tightly between hers. He finally looked down at her, his expression easing. "What happened?" he asked, realizing, as he must, that he had missed some important parts of the story.

"The sorcerer attacked you with his magic, and it knocked you unconscious. We don't know what the effect will be, but it was nothing immediate," she told him.

He sighed, his muscles untensing and his fingers loosening around hers. "I feel fine, his magic must not have worked," he shrugged, swinging his legs over the edge of the table.

"He was too powerful for that," Merlin put in, his chest tightening at Arthurs wince in response to his words, but he continued anyway, "It has to be something else, there has to be more to his plan."

The blonde narrowed his eyes at his servant, "There is nothing more, and if there is you can just magic it away," he snapped. Cassie squeezed his fingers in warning, but he ignored her. "You see, this is why magic is outlawed in Camelot. You're the only one I've ever seen who hasn't used magic for evil. It corrupts those who use it," the anger in his eyes and his voice hurt his friend, Cassie could see it in the sad blue eyes of the man in front of him, who had only ever used magic to protect him.

"Arthur" she chastised, her tone sharp, and he looked down at her, his gaze still angry. Being there wasn't helping him calm down, "Come, lets go, I'll have Gwen bring us lunch in your rooms, I'm starving," she forced a smile, and tugged on the hand that was still in hers. He slid off the table and mumbled a thank you to Gaius as she dragged him out the door.

Their walk back to his rooms was silent, the nails on Cassie's free hand dug into her palm and she was sure Arthur could tell she was holding his hand too tight. When the doors to his rooms closed behind them she rounded on him, "What in the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, "Merlin has only ever used his magic to protect you, your father and all of Camelot. I understand that you still fear magic, but you cannot turn that fear into anger at your friend!" she blew up at him.

Color flooded the prince's cheeks and he glared down at the woman he loved, "You cannot decide when I accept magic or even if I accept it. I may deal with it, but I have seen the terrible things it can do-" he cut off as he watched in horror as the candles burned brighter and higher, the flames dancing a foot above the candle itself. "Who's doing that?" he asked, looking back at Cassie.

Her eyes were wide and her face was drawn, "I think you are" she choked out, watching as his eyes flared gold again and the flames danced higher, threatening to catch on the curtains in the room, "Well stop it!" she instructed, panicked, "You're going to catch something on fire."

"It's not as if I can control it!" the prince huffed, the same panic in his eyes. Her heart swelled at his obvious distress. She stepped slowly towards him, holding up her hands, palms up, as if to take his. He flinched back but she held his gaze. Again she stepped forward and this time, he let her. She took his hands, being as gentle as possible, and grasped them, twining her fingers between his.

"Look at me, just focus on me," she said, her voice calm and her eyes locked on his. She kept her expression neutral, trying to keep the panic out of it. He stared at her, still clearly terrified. She stepped closer, into his body and disentangled her fingers from his to run her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, up his neck, one ending on his cheek, the other tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck. His hands tentatively found their way to her waist, his fingers curling into her hips, squeezing hard. "Breathe," she instructed, her voice a near whisper as she pulled his head down to hers, pressing her forehead to his and never losing eye contact. They were suddenly plunged into a semi darkness and his hands clutched her so hard she was sure to have bruises in the morning. But it meant the candles were out and there was no more fire. "There," she pressed a swift kiss to his lips and leaned her head back to observe the room. It was dark, only the light of the late afternoon sun shone through the windows lighting the stone floor and walls.

"Why do I have magic?" he breathed, his fingers still digging into her hips. He was clearly terrified and she pressed herself to him, sliding her arms around his chest and pressing her face into his shoulder.

They stood still for a few minutes, just holding each other until Arthur's breathing had returned to normal. "I think the sorcerer did this to you," she finally answered his question, "But that means that if magic did this, magic can undo it," she leaned back and gave him a wide, confident smile.

Despite her grin, the prince scowled, "I don't want any more magic touching me," he growled.

Cassie smacked his shoulder, forgetting that he was volatile and could accidentally set the room on fire if provoked, "Stop being such a hard head about it. If we want to get these powers out of you before your father notices, asking Merlin is our best option. And when I bring him down here, you are going to apologize," she chastised. She could see the muscle tick in Arthurs jaw from how hard he was clenching his teeth but he nodded once. "Stay here, I'll be right back with Merlin, and don't let yourself get upset. In fact, just sit down and meditate, count your breaths or something," she instructed, going on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before slipping out of his arms and out the door.

Only when she was outside and alone did she allow herself to panic. Her panic multiplied exponentially when she nearly ran into Uther coming around the corner. The king nodded his head at her and continued towards Arthur's rooms.

"Your highness!" she called out, hurrying back to him the best she could in her skirt, "Prince Arthur is feeling unwell, nausea and a headache, I'm fetching Gaius now, but I do not think he wants to be disturbed," her voice was louder than necessary, hoping that the prince in question would hear through the door.

But the king wasn't having it, "I am aware of the events of this afternoon and I have come to make sure that my son is alright after being attacked by a sorcerer," he snapped.

"Of course your highness," she bowed her head, "The prince is in bed, resting, and I am sure he would be happy for the company," her voice was still too loud and the king looked at her in disdain and confusion.

"Why are you speaking at such a high volume?" he asked.

Casting about for an appropriate response, she said the first thing that came to her head, "The sorcerers attack was rather loud my lord, it must have temporarily damaged my hearing," she lied. It was more of a Merlin excuse than one of her own usually better crafted ones, but half her brain was dedicated to figuring out how to cure Arthur of his sudden magic.

"Then go fetch Gaius, he may be able to help your hearing as well as Arthur," the king shouted back. She curtseyed and scurried down the hall, rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Arthur has been cursed with magic," she announced, throwing open the door to Merlin's bedroom, Gaius trailing behind her, confused at her abrupt entrance. The dark haired boy sat up from his bed where it was clear he had been fighting tears. His hair was rumpled and his clothes wrinkled, but at her words his eyes went wide. "We were fighting and his eyes went gold like yours do and the candles in the candelabras flared up, the flames were a foot tall, he's terrified and angry and of course now Uther's with him, so its even worse," she was speaking so quickly she wasn't sure he could understand her, but the warlock jumped up and pulled his jacket back on.

"I'm going to figure out how to fix this," he informed her, running past her and out the door with no explanation.

She looked at Gaius, "Do you have any idea where he's going?" she asked, hands on her hips and her weight set in her right one.

"Not the slightest," the old man answered, "But for the time being, we shall go attend to his highness," he picked up a few of his instruments and began to walk towards the door, "Are you coming?" he asked and Cassie hurried along behind him.

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A/N: And there she is! And a little drama too. This was supposed to be one chapter but I got carried away.