Ok, this one may be a little rough, so please bear with me!

Feedback would be great!

A week had past seen her rescue in which she spent healing, the non magical way, and strolling through the market. She was never one to sit for lengths of time to recuperate, so there were many times she would tear through her newly healing skin, and the next she new she would be waking up to be very confused, where the last thing she remembered was drinking some odd tasting water. Next, Gwen would be explaining that Gaius had forced her to slip her a sleeping draft if she got too- over zealous. As soon as she was deemed healthy enough, she began working as a servant. Being as such, she often ran into the prince's servant. Merlin would complain to her about his more often then not thoughtless master, and she would laugh and share her experience serving the nobles. Mirriya liked the life of a servant. But it seemed her life was only destined to become more complex.

One day when Mirriya was about to tend to some towels, caught up in a past memory with her servant, while admiring her work more then ever, she bumped into someone, causing what they had been carrying to crash to the floor. Sharply drawn from her reverie, she looked down to the stooped figure of Merlin. Quickly, she bent down to help him regather what looked like all Arthur's armor. Wondering why he would try to carry all this at once in the busy out door hallway, she noticed he hadn't said anything.

"How are you settling in?" he asked finally, putting the assorted armor in an attempt to hold them more easily.

"Great." she said, not sure if it was completely true. "I think I might have to take up Arthur's offer on the room though, I feel like I'm taking up too much room at Gwen's." she finished sheepishly.

"Good, Arthur's only asked me if you wanted that room a dozen times. It was starting to get on my nerves." He responded sarcastically.

Mirriya laughed, handing him a gauntlet, barely noticing when she accidentally brushed his hand. Her face momentarily went blank, eyes unfocused as she briefly felt his presence and power again. Then, very suddenly, he gathered the rest of the equipment and practically jogged away. But not before she caught the massive blush spreading across his cheeks.


After moving into a small room in the castle, she had a day to get her new quarters straightened up. The room was a small rectangular area, with on small window opposite the door. It only had a small amount of dust, which she cleared away, a small cabinet for clothes, and a petite table in the center of the room with a matching wooden chair. Finishing by folding her new clothes away, she heard a knock on the door.

"Merlin." She smiled, opening the door a little more as he came into view.

"Could I come in? I wanted to show you something." He said quickly and quietly, his eyes darting around as if expecting to see an unfriendly face.

"Sure." She answered, opening the door to admit him.

He walked in, glancing around, then turned to face her. "Blostma." He whispered to his closed, outstretched hand. When he opened it again, Mirriya gazed in wonder as a small pink lily appeared.

"I thought it could help you feel more at home." He responded softly, holding the flower in his fingers, offering it to her while looking down, shuffling his feet.

Her face fell slightly as she continued to stare at the lily. She missed the flowers the meadow held that she would sneak away to. When she couldn't, Thea would always pick some, and bring them to her room so it would smell like that peaceful place. It always comforted her.

"Unless, of course, you don't like flowers." His said, his face falling as he caught her expression.

"No! I love them. Thank you so much, Merlin." She said hurriedly, taking the flower from his hand, not meeting his gaze. But her somewhat sad smile she did give him, didn't convince him.

He grinned, to cover up his musings.

"Merlin!" they heard the prince yell.

"I'll see you later." He ginned, beginning to take his leave.

"Good luck." She laughed, as he darted out of the room, leaving her to her thoughts.


It wasn't long before the prince had decided on another hunting trip, or rather camping trip. If the prince was to have a day with Guinevere and accidentally kill something along the way…Well, what could you do?

"Why don't you come with us?" Gwen asked one day when they had just finished folding towels, their chores done.

The two servants were now on their way to Mirriya's room, to help her decorate the place a bit. Mirriya hesitated at the question after both girls entered the room, closing the door behind them.

"I'm sure Merlin could use the help if Arthur is going to do what he did last time…" She trailed off, smiling as she remembered the day she had spent with the prince.

"Oh, well, alright." Mirriya answered, uncertainly, as she began to nervously straiten up the room unnecessarily.

Gwen began to move about the room when she stopping something she hadn't seen her previous visit. "Where did this come from?" she asked, indicating the single lily in an old glass vase sitting on the table.

Mirriya turned, glancing at the vase before letting her eyes stray to anything in the room but the young woman in front of her. "Um… Merlin thought that would help brighten the place up." She blushed. "Is there anything special you want to wear? I could help you prepare as well." She said, turning back around to fiddle with nothing in particular, quickly changing the subject.

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "That was very thoughtful of him." She said, eyeing her friend more closely as she moved about the room, ignoring her attempt to verbally flee the city.

"Y-yes." She replied turning around to face her skeptical friend, while studying the door to her left.

"Really, Mirriya, I've seen the way he looks at you, and you like him too don't you?"

She nodded slightly, still avoiding her gaze, some color coming into her cheeks.

Silence.

"What did you use to do before you came to Camelot?"

Mirriya froze; the sudden question caught her off guard, her eyes widened, meeting Guinevere's gaze, and quickly growing pale.

She couldn't lie anymore, she didn't have it in her, not to such kind people.

"I'm so sorry, Gwen." She said, eyes meeting the floor, her jaw tightening. She waited.

Mirriya could feel the tears start their decent down her cheeks. Then she looked back to her close superficial friend.

"My name is Acacia of Northumbria..." It was time for the truth.

Thank you for reading! Next we get Merlin's take on everything, so let me know what you think of how I write him. If that made sense..