Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter took so long! I had no clue how to write it, and I don't think I did well. Uuurrgggh, the endless war of getting what's in your brain onto paper.

"Who are you?" repeated the woman. The man was standing behind her holding a fire poker as if it were a weapon.

"Uuuuhh," was all Rory could muster.

"I'm Amy, and this is Rory, my husband," Amy answered cautiously.

"What are you doing here?" the woman snapped, relentless in her interrogation.

Neither Amy nor Rory could answer anything more than a simple "um."

"Why were those guards chasing you?"

The both of them shook their head frantically. "We don't know. We've only just arrived in... um, Camelot..." Rory stated hesitantly.

The man behind the woman slowly lowered the fire poker, and it fell to the floor with a clang. "What do you want?" she asked.

Rory shrugged. "Just to visit, really. Nothing else, uh, to it."

"Um, what are your names?" asked Amy.

The woman glared at the two travelers before responding, "I'm Guinevere, and this is Merlin."

Her response cause Amy to squeal while Rory's jaw dropped to the floor.

"You're... Guinevere?" exclaimed Amy in a fangirl's tone. She stared for a second before dropping to her knees. "Your majesty," she said solemnly before pulling Rory down with her, who was still standing, dumbfounded.

Guinevere just stood in shock. "Uhhh, what? I'm no majesty."

"Not yet," added Merlin.

"Shut up, Merlin."

"You've been spending so much time with Arthur, you're starting to sound like him."

"I said shut up."

"Yes, Gwen."

"So you're not married to King Arthur yet?" asked Rory.

"King? He's only a prince, and no, I'm not married to him."

"Oh," Amy said, standing up straight again. "And you, Merlin," she began. "Do you have..." she made gesticulations in the air in front of her, "magic?"

Merlin's eyes widened with a look of sheer horror, but Gwen bent over, picked up the fire poker he had dropped before, and held it up threateningly. "Get out."

Amy put her hands up and stepped back while Rory stepped in front of her. "What, did I say something wrong?" she asked fearfully.

"Magic is banned in Camelot. Do you practice magic? Get out!" Gwen stepped forward menacingly, which caused both Rory and Amy to jump back.

"No, we don't practice magic!" cried Rory, putting his hands in the air. "Really, we don't! Where we're from, there's a legend of a magical Merlin. But obviously... it's not this one."

Gwen didn't waver from her defensive stance.

Merlin spoke up. "Gwen," he began, "I don't think you should jump to conclusions. Look at them, they need our help,"

"They could have magic. We can't let magic into Camelot, not after Morgana." Gwen kept her eyes on the couple, who still held their hands up.

Merlin sighed a deep, long sigh and continued, "Gwen, remember your father?"

That stopped her in her tracks. She slowly turned behind her to look him in the eye. "That's not fair."

"Think about it, Gwen. Not everyone who Uther's been after has actually done anything wrong or practiced magic."

Amy and Rory watched as the two whispered quietly to themselves. Soon, their arms grew tired, and they put them down at their sids. Rory grabbed Amy's hand and held it tight. Amy squeezed back.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, Gwen silently walked past them, tears in her eyes, grabbed her shawl off a hook, and walked out the door.

"Where's she gone?" asked Amy.

"To talk to Arthur," Merlin replied.

"About what?"

"What you're being chased for. Would you like some food?"

"Yes, please," Rory pushed past Amy and sat down at the table. Amy rolled her eyes.

"Don't be rude," she scolded.

"What? I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry." Merlin set a bowl down in front of Rory. "Oh, and Amy? That is your name, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Gwen says she may have an extra dress. It's best if you don't draw..." his eyes flickered down, "attention to yourself."

Rory glared at him. "Eyes away from the legs, buddy."

Amy grinned as Merlin mumbled, "Sorry," and proceeded behind some curtains at the back of the tiny house. As soon as he was out of sight, Amy enthusiastically sat down beside her husband. "Camelot!" she squealed quietly.

Rory nodded excitedly. "We are in Guinevere's house while Merlin is serving us food," he whispered.

"I know!"

"But Amy," he said, putting on a serious expression, "where do you think the Doctor's gone?"

"Oh, the Doctor? Probably got himself arrested, the bloke. But for what?"

"The bow tie is a crime itself."

Amy began to giggle, but when Merlin came back from behind the curtain, she fell silent.

Merlin was holding a long orange and white dress. "Will this do? It may not fit quite right."

Amy got up from her seat at the table and reached out. "It'll be fine. Besides," she took it and held it up to her body, "it'll bring out my hair." She smirked and went behind the curtains, pulling them shut. "Hey!" her voice soon called out. "There are windows in here!"

"There should be a cover!" Merlin called back.

A bit of fumbling was heard, followed by a small "Thank you."

Merlin spooned out a bit of stew for Rory and then for himself before sitting down across the table from the strange traveller. Rory thanked him and began to eat. After taking a few bites, Merlin started to speak.

"What do you know about me?"

Rory looked up, his mouth full of stew. He put his spoon down and carefully swallowed his portion before replying, "I only kno-"

"Stupid string corset thing!" cried Amy from the back.

Rory hastily got up. "I'll help her." He went back to find her struggling to tie the corset's binding together.

"You're having trouble with that?"

"Oh please, have you ever tried putting one of these on? I don't think you realise just how difficult it is."

"Need help?"

Amy tugged once more. "Nope, I got it." She finished tying, and they made their way back to the table where Merlin sat waiting. "Would you like some stew?" he asked her.

"No, thank you, I'm not hungry." She sat next to Rory, who continued to eat his meal.

"So, what do you know about me?" he repeated.

A knock came at the door.

"Come in," said Arthur, not looking up from the brick wall he was carving his dagger through absentmindedly.

The door opened and Gwen came through. "Arthur?"

"Hi, Gwen," he mumbled.

"What's the matter?" she asked, walking to him and taking a seat beside him.

"Oh, nothing." He began to struggle to dig his knife deeper into the mortar. Gwen grabbed it from him and set it down.

"Why are you doing that?"

"It's just something I do when I'm bored."

"Not that. Why are you moping?"

Arthur sighed. "There was a sorcerer here today. He said something strange and a bit... upsetting."

"What was it?"

Arthur shook his head. "Never mind."

Gwen put her hand on his knee. "You can tell me anything; you know that." She looked him straight in the eye.

He didn't want to relent, but eventually he did. He took a deep breath inward and began.

"Remember when Morgause defeated me in a duel?"

Gwen bit back a snicker. "Yes?"

"Don't laugh; it was and still is the most mortifying experience of my life."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really!"

She stared at his very serious expression before bursting into laughter.

"Do you want to hear the rest or not?"

She promptly shut up.

"OK, so Morgause said that she'd only let me live if I met her at a specific place at a specific time to talk to her. My father tried to keep me from going, but I made Merlin help me sneak out."

"That wasn't very nice; he could have gotten into trou-"

"Anyway, I went to meet her like I promised, and she said that she knew something about my mother, and that I could meet my mother if I wanted to."

"Meet her?"

"Morgause is a sorcerer, obviously, so she could perform a spell to bring my mother back for a bit.

"She appeared before me, and although she had limited time, she said that my father had conceived me with magic."

Gwen gasped and put her hand to her mouth.

"And then, she was gone.

"When I came back to Camelot, I..." he trailed off, tears forming in his eyes.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, I want to tell you." Arthur shook his head vigorously. "The only other person who knows is Merlin. I got to the throne room, where I confronted my father." He looked out the window to avoid her eye contact. "I tried to kill him."

Gwen was left speechless.

"Merlin came in and stopped the whole thing, saying that Morgause had tricked me and that it hadn't really been my mother."

Gwen suddenly became very interested in the floor pattern.

"Today, a man was arrested for sorcery. He called himself 'the Doctor' and said a lot of strange things, almost as if he knew us."

Gwen's mind wandered back to the two travelers who had bowed to her.

"This man said to my father, 'Tell your son how you used magic to conceive him!' He then looked me in the eyes, apologised, and was dragged to the dungeons. My father sentenced him to death."

Gwen looked up from the marble floor and said, "Maybe he was sent by Morgause." She shrugged.

"I thought of that, but there are so many strange things I can't fathom."

"Like what?"

"Um, he said I was brilliant and that he 'loved' me. He also said he was a big 'fan' of my father."

Gwen began to mumble, "Why do they act like they know us?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

Arthur decided to ignore it. "Plus, his magic is strange. A woman claimed she saw a big blue box appear out of nowhere and he, along with two others, another man and a 'half-naked' woman, came out of it.

"The man and woman escaped, so be careful; they're around Camelot somewhere."

Gwen shifted in her seat.

"We have the blue box." The mischievous grin of a small child appeared on his face. "Wanna see?"

Gwen smiled back. "Are we allowed?"

He got up and held his hand out. "Have I ever let that stop me?"

Gwen laughed, took his hand, and the two of them proceeded to the throne room.