Hey! Ok, a new story although I ashamefully admit this story was started back in my exams before the mini-triology, so if their are similar themes in the story that's why. I have finished writing the story and there is five chapters and it is a shortish story. I will release a chapter once every Sunday (hopefully, as I am doubtful of some parts of the story). There is a sequel brainstormed, not yet planned fully or in production and I don't think that will happen for a while.

So I hope you enjoy this chapter, please review and tell me what you think, I know it's not the best Merlin/Morgana story out there but it is one to add to the collection.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, well except for something but if I say it here I will ruin part of this chapter.

Chapter One

It had been a year and a half since he had seen them. In that time, he had found ten new manservants; none which had been able to fill the shoes that Merlin had left. He didn't have an annoying foster-sister anymore, and found that without the couple, Camelot had gotten very uneventful and boring.

He could see them but they weren't aware of his nearby presence. He studied how they interacted with each other, her having an arm around his waist and him having an arm around her shoulders, walking along side-by-side. Merlin looked the same as he had when he was the Prince's clumsy manservant in Camelot, but Morgana had changed. She still possessed one of the most beautiful faces in Camelot, but her clothes and physical body were different. She was wearing a pale blue dress, one that made her fit in to Ealdor's community; it wasn't elegant like her dresses back in Camelot but it was designed in the style of Gwen's traditional dress. Her body was different in a way that Arthur could tell, having lived with her for about ten years, but he couldn't seem to pinpoint the differences.

Morgana turned round to Merlin and said something to him, a grin evident of her happiness before sprinting in the direction of the village with Merlin on her heels. They made their way past Arthur, where Merlin started to slow before coming to a complete stop, watching Morgana continue. Merlin turned in the direction of Arthur and began to walk his way, forcing Arthur to sink further down into the bushes he was hiding in.

"I know you're there Arthur." Merlin's voice came, his voice unchanged from when Arthur had last heard it. "Come on, I won't hurt you."

"You couldn't if you tried." Arthur retorted before realising that he had responded when he had planned not to. He revealed himself from his hiding spot and made his way over to Merlin, not sure on how to actually approach the matter on hand. "It's good to see you again." He started, sticking out his hand for him to take; Merlin took his hand and pulled him in for a hug. Although Arthur was reluctant about the hug, he responded to the hug holding him just as tightly. When they broke away, Arthur realised that Merlin really hadn't changed all that much and that he was pretty much the same as he was in Camelot.

"How's Morgana?" Arthur enquired while Merlin gestured that they start walking in the direction of the village, "Where did she go?"

"Good, she ran ahead to tell my Mother that we are expecting a visitor for dinner." Merlin responded, "I didn't see you until I ran past you but Morgana had foreseen your visit for some time now. It good having a seer around so there are no nasty surprises, and no Crown Princes trying to hide in the bushes without saying 'hi' to his friends." He mockingly glared at him; in return Arthur tried to put on a mask of innocence.

"Well, I didn't want to disrupt anything going on. It's a miracle I made it on my own; I thought my Father would have sent the Knights after me already." They fell silent, Arthur avoiding the topic of Camelot. "Is Morgana still having nightmares?"

"Yes and no. She still has those prophetic dreams but being away from Camelot, where everything seems to happen, they are a lot less and she sleeps better."

They fell silent approaching the village, not wanting nor need the problem of people overhearing. The path they took was a reminder to Arthur of the last time he was here, when Will had told him that he was the one the sorcerer to defend Merlin. As they walked through the village, the residents bowed to the Prince and between them started asking themselves what a member of the royal family was doing in their village while many people thanked him for his deeds from his last visit. Merlin came to a stop at the door that Arthur knew was his mother's house; hand on the door knob, Merlin turned to face Arthur.

"There was something I probably should have told you."

"What? That you still live with your Mother?" Arthur joked, although slightly hypocritical because he still and always will live with his Father.

"No, okay I do but that wasn't it."

"That you married Morgana?" Arthur teased, glad that he had a friend like Merlin back in his company again, something he didn't realise he would miss until it left.

"No, that wasn't it and you don't need to be a seer to figure that one out." He pushed the door open and allowed Arthur to enter the house before him. The house, which had consisted of one room was lit with candles, as the sun outside was setting and dark was approaching. Morgana and Hunith were sitting on the ground in the corner around a fire. Hunith was cooking their dinner; Arthur grimaced, remembering his previous experience with Hunith's cooking. The pair turned around as the setting of the sun had unexpectedly brightened the house, Morgana made her way to her feet as the door shut behind them.

She walked over to Arthur and brought him into an close embrace, Arthur responded but could help but notice that her body was definitely different from the last time he hugged her.

"It's good to see you again." She said pulling away from his hold, watching him nod. He realised that he didn't appreciate her presence in Camelot before she was gone, alike Merlin. "It's weird not living with a Royal prat." Arthur chuckled at her comment.

"It's weird not living with someone who needs to brush her hair all day long." He retorted, regretting it after he had said it, forgetting that she wasn't the King's Ward anymore but a common villager.

"I'm happy Arthur, don't worry about it." She reassured him. "I don't need material possessions; I have a family who loves me, no matter what my hair looks like." She said in a light humorous manner. Merlin went over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist, her back against his chest. Arthur noticed how Merlin's hands were placed on Morgana's abdomen, and how she had placed hers on top of his. "I'm with child." She announced.

Arthur raised his eyebrows, they felt like they had met his hairline, he knew that one day Morgana would be having children but it seemed unreal. She was married and was in a position to have a child, but having known Morgana for most of his life, he didn't ever imagine this day. He know knew why her body looked slightly different, although she was not showing yet, her hips were definitely wider and, ashamed that he noticed, her breasts were bigger.

"Congratulations are in order I suppose…" Arthur trailed off by the sound of crying behind him, stunned, he turned around to see a young child, a baby girl on the bed that Hunith took the last time he was stayed in Ealdor, sitting up, desperate to attract the attention of the adults. Merlin unwrapped himself from his wife and responded to the girl's tears. He gently picked up the girl, and the teddy that was secure in her grip, and held her close to his chest. Rubbing her back in a soothing manner until the tears came to a stop. "You have another child?" He asked shocked.

"Merlin, you didn't tell him." His mother scolded at her son, while he smiled sheepishly.

"I was going to, but I got distracted." Arthur took a step in closer to look at his friend's baby, noting that she had inherited her mother's ebony locks, her mother's facial structure and her father's eyes. The baby brought her chubby little hands up to her eyes and rubbed them, accidentally releasing her hold on the teddy as she did. The adults of the household watched as the teddy fell to the ground, most of them in anticipation of the crying which would start again. The teddy slowed in its descent from the baby's hold and came to stop midair.

"Are you doing that Merlin?" Morgana asked, looking up at his face, searching for gold eyes as evidence. He shook his head in response to her question as the bear made a steady rise back to his original spot. Everyone remained silent as the baby beamed at her father; the remnants of her eye colour change disappearing.

"You did magic." Merlin exclaimed, before tickling her with one hand making her giggle. He looked up to Morgana, "She did magic."

"I saw," She kissed her daughter's forehead; the child loving the attention that she was receiving. "And this is why, if we allowed to, we couldn't live in Camelot." She stated seriously with a hint of sadness, it made Arthur think to why his Father thought that their baby was evil just because she could use magic, when all she wanted was her teddy. The baby pointed to him, and Merlin gestured for him to come closer.

"Ellie, this is the Crown Prince of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon. Arthur, this is my daughter Elanora Ambrosius." Ellie stuck out her hand, the one not holding onto her beloved teddy, to Arthur. He gave her his pinky and she started shaking it, giggling hysterically at the action.

"She's got her Mother's looks, but definitely seems to be like her Father, in more ways than one." Arthur spoke as he tried to retrieve his pinky from the stubborn grip of the little girl.

"Yes, she may seem like me now but wait until she gets cranky, she's a mini-mummy."

"Hey!" Morgana defended herself, "at least she didn't get your ears, and I just hope the one in here is just as lucky." She placed her hand on her flat-for-now-abdomen and rubbed it soothingly. The last comment drew Arthur's attention away from Ellie and to Morgana's stomach.

"I keep forgetting there's another one in there." Arthur commented, he looked back at Ellie, who had given her teddy away to her Mother and had both arms outstretched to him.

"Do you want to hold her?" Merlin asked, trying to juggle the squirming baby who was trying to escape his grip, eagerly trying to reach Arthur. He nodded unsurely, watching Ellie; although he didn't think he had much of a choice with the way that she was squirming and her irresistible charm (that he had to admit, she inherited from her Mother and would curse the opposite sex in her teenage years). Merlin skilfully passed Ellie off to Arthur, who seemed to hold the baby unsurely as she was the first baby he'd ever handled.

"Am I doing this right? I never held a baby before." Arthur was a bit nervous about having this precious child in his arms and knew that he must have been holding the baby right as no one had intervened or said otherwise. He experimentally bounced the baby, who giggled with joy, giving Arthur more confidence in what he was doing.

"You're a natural Arthur; you're going to be a great Father." Morgana complimented, watching her foster-brother with her first-born child, who was acting in a manner that would be considered inappropriate in the eyes of his Father.

"Unlike my own?" He asked, the question showing his insecurities in what he was doing although he was still bouncing Ellie and putting on a fake smile for her.

"You learn from his mistakes, you know that Ellie means no harm by using her magic to pick up her teddy. You know that she needs to be nurtured and loved. I promise you Arthur," Morgana began and Arthur took his eyes off Ellie to meet hers. "That you will not be like you're Father." She swore to him.

"Thank you." He needed to hear that he wasn't going to be like his Father, he had seen what his Father had done to Camelot, and he had been personally affected by the cruel laws that he had in place. He knew and promised himself that he would not become his Father, that he would be a better King to the people of Camelot than his Father ever was…could ever be. In the past years that he had known Merlin, he had felt everything shift in his world, and was know striving to be a fair and just King, something his Father could never accomplish.

"Dinner is served." Hunith announced, presenting in front of her four plates of what looked like gruel; Arthur gulped, turning to Ellie, who beamed at him. Morgana and Merlin sat down next to Hunith and was humorously watching Arthur with their baby trying to succeed at the quest of trying to sit down whist holding the child.

"She really likes you Arthur."

"Who wouldn't? He is the most handsome bachelor in Camelot." Morgana rhetorically asked light-heartily, teasing her husband. Merlin reclaimed his daughter from Arthur's arms and looked down on her seriously.

"There will be no boys until you are 30."

"Hey Merlin?"

"Yeah?" Merlin answered blankly to his wife, wondering why she would have any objections to his enforcing statement.

"You're not even 30 yet!" Morgana reached over for Ellie and pulled her onto her lap, adjusting her bowl that had been placed in front of her to feed herself and her child. "You have a silly daddy, Ellie." Kissing her daughter on the top of her head, she smirked to Merlin. "And by the way, the obsession she has over Arthur comes from you."