Let me explain my stepmother Nimueh she is a witch. And i'm talking a literally a witch. With a spellbook, charms and stuff I myself am a warlock. Like spellbook, immortal, destined to grow a beard. To bad you can't. As Merlin was saying, thank you Percival. Anyway yeah, all that jazz and you already know what goes on from their stepmother gives poor Gwen a million and one things to do before the ball. And just as we are leaving for the ball Gwen magically arrives looking pretty in her mom's old gown with all her chores magically[;)] finished. Then Morgause tears Gwen's dress and Nimueh goes, "ops, I guess you can't go to the ball in that ripped thing." And they left thankfully I prepared for this and told Gwen to wait. When we got to the ball I discreetly snuck away from Nimueh and Morgause and nearly ran into the prat.

"Merlin I can't believe you off all people came here." Arthur said with a smirk before he could say anymore I shoved past him and headed toward the garden. Once out of site I teleported back home.

"Merlin?" Gwen said confused. As I pulled out a beautiful silk green dress that my own father had gotten for my mother. It had been still wrapped up in it's original packaging so it looked brand new.

"Here put this on your going to that ball." I said handing her the dress and matching GREEN slippers.

"But Nimueh and Morgause will recognize me the minute I step foot in the ball." Gwen said.

"Don't worry I charmed your shoes so those two or their friends would recognize you." I replied shoeing Gwen to get dress. When she was ready we rode their of Whilly one of our stable horses and tied him outside.

"Okay, remember you have to get back home before us so it doesn't look like you went to the ball put the clothes in my trunk when you get home." And with a hug Gwen went to the entrance of the castle while I teleported back to the gardens of the castle. I snuck back into the ball nearly tripping over Gwaine and Percy who were snogging. When I got back into the ball I went and got a glass of punch which sure packed a punch, because I don't remember what happened next. Somehow both me and Arthur drank a lot of punch, Lancelot (a man who was secretly courting Gwen) proposed to Gwen in the rose garden, and somehow me and Prince Prat eloped...we blame the punch. No one was happy with the agreement it took six months for Arthur and I to finally say well it's for better or for worse. Uther however stopped yelling after one year and glaring at me after the second now he just ignores me. So Gwen got her happily ever after and me well i'm okay.