The morning air, while crisp and refreshing, was doing Thalia and Arthur no good; it was tainted with the sour look on Uther's face as the three stood on the battlements, watching as streams of men and women mounted on horses rode into Camelot, each wearing different colours of their own kingdom. All three wore their crowns and Arthur glanced at his father yet again, choosing to speak as Uther's eyes trailed with a narrow over the people as they came into view from the forest.

'Father, we're not going into battle, you don't have to look so sombre.'

Uther replied in his usual calm voice, turning his head only slightly to reply. 'Never before have the rulers of the five kingdoms come together in this way. Never before have we all worked towards the same aim, towards peace. If these talks are successful, Camelot will enter a new era of prosperity. If they fail, we will almost certainly be at war.' He finished in a far more sinister tone, and Arthur resisted the urge to gulp.

Thalia, on the other hand looked as sombre as Uther did, making Arthur almost sigh when he noticed. The two were certainly hardened warriors, he noted, as they analysed the people entering the city.

He, on the other hand, wished they would lighten their moods a little. Though as Prince, he was able to leave the King to do the negotiating and diplomatic work, while the Crowned Warrior dealt with any threats. He himself was merely along for the ride by comparison to their duties. But he also thought Thalia was unhappy from her clothes. Because it was first and foremost a formal occasion, she'd stalked into a dress.

Thalia walked beside Uther as Olaf rode in. Arthur helped the Lady Vivian from her horse, while still avoiding her as much as possible.

Olaf dismounted and walked toward them, addressing Uther. 'What kind of welcome is this? You have us hanging around like the last swallows of summer!'

Uther smiled. 'You are welcome, indeed, Olaf.'

The two hugged, Uther chuckling.

Arthur looked slightly bored, Thalia noted. Then she turned her attention to the woman that stood slightly in front of the said prince.

Olaf stood aside. 'May I present my daughter, the Lady Vivian.'

Vivian bowed, as Uther inclined his head. 'Lady Vivian.' Uther kissed her hand. 'How like your mother you are.' After a moment, he turned his head, gesturing Thalia into full view of Olaf. The king did a tiny double take at her attire. She was in a blue, silver and gold dress that stood out beautifully from the red of the knights around her, but apart from that she was very out of the ordinary. Over the dark blue in a surprising compliment, she wore a deep red cape that touched over her shoulders, and fell behind on her back. It was identical to Uther's, Arthur's and the knights'. On her head sat a circlet that rested on the high of her forehead, stretching back into her loose hair, the front of which was pulled back to fall down behind her head, though was still loose and framed her face. Olaf guessed she was the famous Warrior of Camelot. But what was strange about her appearance began when he focused on the details. Around the waist of her dress was a brown belt, from which a beautiful silver and gold sword was sheathed. Instead of normal women's shoes, he thought he saw the toes of black boots as she shifted her feet. And, perhaps most to his surprise, when her sleeves moved, they revealed the woman was wearing silver bracers. He thought he saw the shape of a dragon on them, and went to narrow his eyes to study it closer when Uther spoke.

'This is Thalia Brightsword, the Crowned Warrior.'

Unlike Vivian, Thalia didn't courtesy or bow. Instead, she shook Olaf's hand. He blinked for a second, before smiling, noticing her sleeve had fallen back and revealed that it was in fact a dragon on her bracers.

'The woman I've heard so much about! It's an honour to meet you.'

'Likewise,' she replied, smiling.

Thalia and Arthur were then left to walk Vivian to her chambers.

Arthur held the door open and Vivian followed Thalia in.

'I hope everything is to your satisfaction,' said Arthur, as Vivian looked around.

'It is...adequate,' she said, dress flowing as she turned around a screen.

'Most of our guests are extremely happy here. I'm sure you will be, too,' said Arthur, trying again.

'Hm. I am not most of your guests.' She brushed a hand over a low round table as she walked.

'In...deed,' Arthur said, looking around, meeting a twinkle in Thalia's eye as her amusement seeped through onto her face.

A moment later, as Vivian was still walking around they heard footsteps behind them.

Gwen was walking toward them, looking slightly harassed and stressed. But she smiled at Thalia and Arthur as they gave her a welcoming one and stood between them as Arthur spoke to Vivian, bowing as she was introduced.

'Well, er, may I present Guinevere. She'll be looking after you for the duration of your stay. You'll want for nothing. She is truly one of Camelot's finest,' he finished with a smile.

Vivian, looking at them, giggled. 'Then I fear for Camelot,' she said.

While Arthur said nothing and Gwen looked slightly hurt, Thalia raised an eyebrow. 'I wouldn't fear at all, Lady Vivian,' she said, 'I myself can vouch for Gwen's skills.'

'I hardly think you are difficult to please,' Vivian replied, though not in a hostile way.

Arthur resisted the urge to step away.

'Perhaps,' said Thalia, raising her eyebrow again. She took in a breath, looking around for a moment. 'Anyhow, we were each introduced to the kings, but not to each other.' Thalia stood up straight.

Vivian smiled. 'I am Vivian, daughter of Olaf.'

'Thalia. Crowned Warrior of Camelot.'

'Crowned Warrior?' Vivian echoed, turning and beginning to walk around the chambers again. 'I suppose I have to say I'm impressed,' she called, 'Crowned Warrior is a rare title indeed.'

'Thank you,' said Thalia, eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion as they watched Vivian.

'I do hope you don't have to fight to protect me though,' said Vivian, 'if Camelot's standards are anything to go by I'd rather a farmer was defending me.'

While Arthur's eyes widened and Gwen bristled, Thalia kept an unnerving cool as Vivian turned to look her in the eye. 'I'll be sure to make a note,' she said politely.

Vivian smiled at the wit.

Arthur decided to pull them away from each other as quickly as possible. 'Well, Lady Vivian, if you'll excuse us.'

Vivian nodded and Gwen followed the two out.

They shut the door and after a moment's silence began to laugh.

'Good luck with that one,' said Arthur.

Gwen inclined her head in thanks, still chuckling.

'Arthur, in case you've forgotten, you need to get changed,' Thalia said, poking him in the side.

'Oh, right,' he said and hurried off.

'Thank you,' said Gwen, 'I'm grateful you stepped in for me.'

Thalia put a hand on her shoulder. 'You're welcome, Gwen.'

'Do you need help with anything?'

'No, I don't need to get changed. You'd best focus on pleasing Vivian.'

Gwen smiled again and walked away.

Thalia leant on the wall a moment longer before deciding to go bother Arthur.

'Be sure to look out for Thalia, won't you?' Arthur said as he shed his cape and crown, then boots and jacket.

'Why?' asked Merlin, putting the dirty clothes in a basket and crown on the bed.

'It's her job to protect the throne,' Arthur explained. 'Normally this means leading the army, but on occasions such as this it means being on high alert, instructing guards, battle plans and escorting my father if he needs to leave the citadel. She'll be exhausted, and we won't see much of her until they're all gone,' he said, stepping behind the screen.

Merlin nodded and hummed his sad agreement. A moment later the door opened and in walked Thalia herself.

'Ah, Merlin,' she said as she walked in the door, red cape left in her chambers. The servant was brushing down a jacket of Arthur's on the bottom of the bed.

'Hello!' he said cheerily when he looked up.

'Arthur not running you into the ground is he?'

'No,' Merlin assured her.

Thalia smiled and sat on the top of Arthur's bed.

'Merlin,' came Arthur's voice, as he appeared from behind the screen wearing a beige shirt, 'what kind of impression do you think this gives?'

Merlin turned around to see Arthur watching him with his left hand in the air, thumb through a hole at the end of the sleeve.

'That we have moths?' Merlin said with a cheeky grin.

Thalia chuckled.

'Fetch me another,' said Arthur with a tiny sigh, walking back behind the screen.

Merlin walked toward the cupboard. 'And who might you be trying to impress, Sire?'

'Well,' Arthur's head appeared over the top of the screen, 'let me see. Perhaps the five kings sitting in the banquet hall below.'

'Oh. Not the King's daughter, then?' asked Merlin, throwing a shirt over the screen and returning to the jacket. He looked up, winking at Thalia, who smirked back at him. 'The Lady Vivian, she is very beautiful.'

Arthur walked around the screen, pulling a blue shirt down. 'Anyone trying to impress the Lady Vivian does so at extreme peril. Olaf'd have their head in a vat of hot oil before they'd have a chance to say hello.'

'Mm,' Thalia nodded.

Arthur pulled down another shirt, threading his arms through the sleeves. 'Besides, she's not my type.'

Merlin looked up at Thalia, a grin on his face. She raised a warning eyebrow at him, though her humour shone.

'She may be beautiful, but she's incredibly rude. You should've heard what she said to Gwen!' said Arthur.

'Well, Gwen is a servant,' said Merlin, turning the jacket over, 'a lot of people are rude to their servants.'

Thalia snickered as Arthur glared at the back of Merlin's head. After a moment, he looked as if to be considering Merlin's words. Then he tilted his head. 'Mm, I don't think that's the case,' he said, sucking his cheek for a moment in thought. 'If you think she was rude to Gwen you should've seen her with Thalia!'

Merlin seized his chance. 'And anyone insulting Thalia should do so at extreme peril.'

'You'd think, wouldn't you,' said Arthur, smiling at Thalia for a moment, 'but she stayed very calm.' He went back behind the screen.

'I wasn't talking about peril from Thalia herself,' muttered Merlin.

'What?' Arthur reappeared, watching Merlin dangerously as the warlock turned around.

'Nothing,' said Merlin in an innocent tone. 'I just know how you feel about her, that's all.' He turned back to the jacket.

Thalia sat trying not to laugh.

Arthur, still looking dead at Merlin replied slightly threateningly. 'I do have my own vat of hot oil, you know.'

Thalia chuckled while Merlin laughed and pointed the brush at Arthur. 'You're blushing!' he laughed.

'No I'm not,' said Arthur, darting behind the screen.

Looking at the woman in question, Merlin began to wind Arthur up. 'What's wrong with Thalia?'

'Nothing,' Arthur called, peeved.

'I think she's very worthy of your love,' said Merlin, sniggering.

Arthur appeared once more, pulling the second shirt over his head and glaring at Merlin. 'Indeed, were it so.'

'Which...it is,' said Merlin, holding the jacket up.

To add to Arthur's annoyance, Thalia chose that moment to laugh.

'He's been like this since we met,' she told Merlin.

'Now why doesn't that surprise me?' said Merlin, as Arthur slipped the jacket on.

'Merlin…,'

'Yes, Arthur?'

'Get out.'

'Yes, Sire,' Merlin chuckled and left the chambers, sniggering reaching Arthur's ears.

He then proceeded to glare at Thalia. 'Get off the bed,' he snapped, waving his hand.

'Nah,' she replied, leaning further back.

Arthur narrowed his eyes, then gave up. He sat on the bed as Thalia picked up his crown, spinning it round her wrist over the bracers.

'How's the dress?'

'Torture,' she replied.

'I'm hungry,' Arthur said in response.

'You're always hungry,' she said, dropping the crown on his head.

'Ow!' Arthur ducked, and made a grab for it as it fell. 'Let's go to the feast before you cause me any more damage.'

'Fine,' she sighed.

Arthur stood up and walked around the bed, noticing Thalia hadn't moved. He frowned at her, then rolled his eyes as she held out a hand.

He pulled her up and didn't let go of her hand, walking on her left. When he saw her smile as they were halfway to the door, he lifted their hands and held her closed hand against his cheek and slightly his lips. He stopped walking and closed his eyes. She watched him, a warm expression on her face. After a moment, Arthur rested his lips over her fingers, then let it fall to their sides and kept walking. She chuckled slightly and he glanced at her, before looking down a moment, smiling. His good mood was ruined, however, when;

'Oh my god, Merlin was right! You are blushing!'

Arthur looked dead ahead for a moment, before using his free hand to shove her. She laughed and didn't bother catching herself as she was still holding Arthur's hand. He pulled her up again and couldn't help also beginning to laugh.

'Race you to the hall?' he asked.

'No way, I'm in a dress,' she replied.

He looked at her mischievously and let go of her hand, grabbing her waist on her opposite side and heaving her up against his side.

She let out a musical laugh and put her left hand around the back of his shoulders. When after a moment he still didn't put her down, she lifted her weight higher toward Arthur's centre of gravity and caught the hand around Arthur's shoulders in a loop around the front of his shoulders.

Arthur laughed and did the same, catching his hand around Thalia's back in a loop. He then continued walking toward the door, trying to control his laughter.

'Am I getting the door?' Thalia asked.

'No, I've got it,' Arthur replied and took his left hand out of his hold, tightening his right arm around the back of her dress to hold her in place, and pulled the door open.

He loosened his hold again when he returned his hand to the loop and hoisted her a little higher.

'Don't you dare damage my sword,' she warned threateningly.

'Don't worry,' said Arthur, 'I'm far too scared to do that.'

A humming chuckle came from above his head, a sound he had grown to love.

Arthur was exchanging glances with Thalia who was on the ladies' table opposite him at the feast. She was next to Morgana, and so was not completely bored. As they waited for everyone to settle he wished the tables had been set up differently.

After a while, a jester stepped into the space between the tables. After dancing around to cheerful music, he ended with an enormous burst of flame from his mouth into the air. He then danced back toward the kinds, pretended to choke and spat out fire once more, lighting the candles on the table. Merlin, who was on the sidelines pulling faces at Thalia and Arthur depending on where he stood, gasped and applauded as well as he could with a jug in his hands. The kings cheered and applauded, as did the men, and to much surprise, Thalia.

Arthur raised his eyebrows and met Thalia's eyes, communicating he was impressed. Thalia returned it with a nod.

'But it is not enough to please just the gentlemen of the court!' said the entertainer. 'Now I have a spectacle for the ladies.'

Arthur could almost hear her groan. He understood why; normally on such occasions this would involve doves, or sweet music, or something insinuating love and romance.

With a sudden gesture, butterflies flew from nowhere near the jester. Morgana, to Thalia's right, and Vivian the next seat down looked the most impressed. Behind them, Gwen smiled as well.

Thalia met Merlin's eyes.

As everyone applauded, the jester quietened the room with dramatic flare. 'But what is this? Lady Vivian!' He reached behind her ear and a butterfly was resting on his hand when it came back into view. 'It has mistaken you for a beautiful flower.'

Thalia's eyes raised as she looked on in slight dismay, thanking the heavens it wasn't her the jester had chosen. She noticed the amused look on Arthur's face and rolled her eyes at him. He smiled as he applauded.

The next morning Thalia had changed once more into her washed dress and crown, once more donning bracers, sword and boots. She hummed a tune of the Old Religion as she walked through the castle toward the council chambers.

'Ah, Thalia.'

'Sire,' she said, and waited for Uther to reach her. They continued through the corridor.

'I'm sorry about the weight this treaty forces on you, with all the kings here,' he said as they walked.

'It's my title to fight for and protect the throne as it sees fit,' she replied warmly and simply.

'I know it is,' he replied gently, resting a hand on her shoulder for a moment as they walked, 'and I thank you. To serve in such a way and continue your duties as well. This cannot be easy. I thank you once again, Thalia.'

'It's my pleasure, Uther,' she responded.

The king smiled at her as the guards opened the doors. Arthur was already there, something that made both King and Crowned Warrior frown in a double-take.

'Morning, Arthur,' said Uther as he walked to his chair at the head of the table. Thalia sat down to his left, opposite Arthur.

'Good morning, father. It is a wonderful day.'

Again, the two blinked at the prince as Olaf entered and servants came in bearing paper.

They began to sculpt the treaty.

A few hours later and the hall was crowded with noise of conversation and paper.

'Your demands are noted and will be taken into consideration in due course,' Uther was saying. 'In the meantime, is there anyone else who has any other comments about the northern territories?'

'We have an outpost here,' Thalia said, pointing at a tower, 'overlooking a common enemy's kingdom. This falls under potentially contested land, but as it's a common enemy, if you are willing to take over the outpost, Olaf, we can withdraw from that area completely.'

'No, no,' he replied, as Uther glanced at Thalia for a moment, once more impressed by the woman. 'In fact we can share the outpost. That way the area is very well defended if it has relays to both kingdoms.'

'I agree,' she said, exchanging nods with Uther and ignoring Arthur who was twiddling a quill round in his hand, 'the path reaching toward your land is here,' she moved her finger slightly, 'and as far as we know, stretches to a village on the borders.'

'Excellent,' Olaf said, 'I'm impressed, Thalia, you speak to us kings like an equal, as you prove that you are.'

She inclined her head in thanks.

'There is the other side of the territories, here, to consider,' said Uther, as Arthur stood up and snuck out. Thalia followed him with her eyes before Olaf spoke and she returned her attention to the map.

'Well, may I just point out that...'

'Did you do it?' asked Arthur as he walked with Merlin, discussing the flowers Merlin had delivered when Arthur decided to make a declaration of love that morning.

'I left them in her room. I thought that was better than a public display,' said Merlin.

'You're sure she got them?' Arthur asked like a child.

'I'm sure she will get them,' Merlin assured, smiling and slightly weirded out.

'Good. All we can do now is wait.' Arthur spun round restlessly before Lady Vivian and Gwen came into view. 'Oh, but heaven has blessed me. She's even more beautiful than before, don't you agree?'

Merlin looked around, trying to spot Thalia. Arthur looked at him. 'Yeah,' he said, still not spying Thalia and confused. He decided to ignore it and focus instead on who he had just spotted, feeling sympathy for Gwen as Vivian walked around crossly. 'Erm...I'm surprised to hear you talk so openly,' he said, glancing at Arthur.

'Nonsense. I want to tell the world. I want to… shout it across the kingdom!' Arthur declared, boyish and strange expression never leaving his face.

'Are you sure that's a good idea?' asked Merlin, still slightly behind Arthur and so did not know where the prince's focus truly was. 'I understand your feelings, but other people may object.'

'Object? To what?' Arthur asked, still smiling.

'Well, you're the future King of Camelot,' said Merlin, 'and you've said yourself you're worried because she's a sorceress. Not that there's anything wrong with that, obviously, but if it were to be discovered. Not to mention she wasn't actually born into noble blood… Ow!' Arthur had slapped him.

He pointed a finger Merlin. 'Lady Vivian's of royal blood, a future queen. I will have your head if I hear such insolence again.' He stormed off.

'Lady Vivian... Oh, no!' Merlin ran for Thalia's chambers.

The meeting had broken for lunch and Thalia returned to her chambers to stretch and lie down for a while. She opened the doors and saw a bunch of white and purple flowers. A note was folded in front of it.

Raising an eyebrow, she picked it up.

The barriers that keep us apart are nothing compared to the power of true love. – Arthur

As she stared at it in suspicion, the doors burst open.

Merlin stood there, panting.

'Alright,' she sighed, putting the note down and turning to face Merlin fully, 'what's he broken?'

Despite his situation, Merlin had to laugh. He wheezed as he did and ended up sitting on the floor.

'Merlin….?' She said in a low, warning and suspicious tone.

'Nothing, nothing,' he said, waving his hands in the air.

'Then what's he done?' she asked, walking forward a few paces to pull Merlin up.

'I honestly don't know,' Merlin said.

'Well whatever it is I'll find out at some point,' she sighed.

Merlin couldn't help but laugh again. 'Sorry for bursting in,' he said.

'Don't worry about it,' she said. 'Nice poetry.'

'How did you know I wrote the note?'

'Merlin,' she said, 'please.'

Merlin tilted his head in admittance and walked out, giving her a friendly smile.

A few hours later he ran into her chambers again.

'THALIA!'

'Yes?' she stuck her head around the corner, crown off, pants on.

'Have you seen Arthur?!'

'Walking round with a plate of chicken,' she replied tiredly.

Merlin read her body language. 'You're serious.'

'Unfortunately for the ways of the world, I am,' she replied. 'I'd help you find him but I've got to go on patrol.'

Merlin was about to run out the door when he stopped. 'What? You're on high alert because of the kings protecting Uther but you're still doing patrol?'

'I'm still doing most things I do, Merlin,' she replied.

'Why?' he asked.

'I'm the Crowned Warrior. It's not just a flash title,' she replied.

Merlin shuffled his feet, uncomfortable in Thalia's presence out of respect for her stamina and abilities. 'Well… just take care.'

She nodded with a small smile. 'Thank you, Merlin.'

She was almost more intimidating and like the leader of an army when not in a dress. Shame.

'Send two more to patrol the forest, we can't have bandits anywhere near the citadel with present company,' Thalia ordered, walking across the courtyard with two guards beside her and a scroll tucked under her arm, 'and then I want someone to check none of the doors around the citadel have been broken or touched in any way.' She spotted Arthur and headed in his direction. 'Uther's due to be awake and ready to leave his chambers in the next half hour, I want three knights, ready outside his door if I'm not there in time; he's to be at the meeting soon. Tell him if I'm not there that I will be as soon as I can. Arthur if you're not too busy falling asleep you can help me get this patrol done in time for me to reach Uther. Arthur.'

The prince was slowly petting his horse's nose with a faraway expression on his face.

She sighed. 'Dismissed.'

The guards bowed and hurried away.

'Arthur, what's wrong?'

He snapped out of his daze to look at her, dejected. 'You read me like a book. I've made a fool of myself, that's all. That's everything.'

'You always do, what have you done this time?' Thalia replied, taking the horse away from him.

'I have made a gesture, but it was not well received.'

'Well that could mean anything,' she said, loosening the horse's girth.

Arthur sighed and looked at the wall opposite him. 'What do you do, Thalia, when you've lost hope?'

She raised an eyebrow at him. 'Judging by the flowers you've still got optimism at least, otherwise you wouldn't have sent them and accepted your fate.'

'Yes,' said Arthur, 'but what do you do?'

She leant her head back, regarding him with a frown. 'I don't give up hope.'

'Is that possible?'

'I choose it to be,' she replied. 'You really must have done something stupid,' she said.

'Yeah,' he sighed.

'Well, trust yourself and you'll be fine,' she said, humouring him.

He looked at her with suddenness. 'You promise?'

She frowned, finally starting to be weirded out by Arthur's behaviour. 'I promise,' she said, passing the reins to a servant.

Arthur grinned and ran off.

'Oi!' she shouted, 'patrol! Dammit, Arthur.'

She just missed Uther and the meeting had just begun when she arrived.

'Ah, Thalia, someone will get you a chair.'

'Oh, sorry, Sire, I can't stay long,' she said, standing at the corner of the table, 'I've just come to deliver the information from Geoffrey about the borders.' She pulled the scroll out from under her arm, stretching it in front of Uther.

'Excellent, thank you Thalia. Moving on to our final point for discussion, the boundaries of the eastern territories.'

'This is a point that I am willing to concede,' said Olaf.

'Well, that is very good news,' smiled Uther.

Thalia had begun to explain the map when a servant caught Olaf's attention.

'One moment,' he said apologetically and turned to the servant.

'I heard your daughter is...'

'WHAT!?'

'Sire, what is it?' asked Thalia before Uther could move. She put a hand on his arm as she addressed Olaf, telling him she'd handle it.

'I have just received word that the Lady Vivian is in Arthur's chambers!'

Uther blinked, and Thalia jumped into action. To ease Camelot's path if it was true, she would have to still retain Olaf's respect.

'We'll go at once, sire.'

Grateful for Thalia's presence, Uther glanced at the doors.

'Thank you, Thalia,' grumbled Olaf and stood up, marching for the door.

'Guards,' she said as she walked beside him, 'follow me.'

'What on Earth is she doing in there?' Olaf shouted, followed also by a few of his men.

'I couldn't tell you, sire,' she answered as she led them to the left.

'Is this out of character for Arthur?' Olaf demanded.

'Very,' Thalia nodded as they climbed the stairs. 'His chambers are the first ones we reach here.'

'Right. Where is he?!' Olaf shouted as they approached.

Thalia said nothing.

As they rounded the corner Thalia saw Merlin's head dart back into the doors. She frowned, as a bad feeling he'd gotten himself into another mess made itself present.

Olaf burst into the doors. 'Where is he?!' he saw the prince leaning back to watch as they entered. 'I know she's in here, Arthur! Hand her over! Or feel my wrath!' He stopped just in front of him.

'What's… he talking about?' Arthur asked, addressing Merlin, who didn't have a chance to explain from his position nearby in front of the wardrobe, because Trickler, the jester, spoke up.

'She wasn't even dressed.'

Arthur then spoke, as Olaf looked ready to explode. 'If I have dishonoured you in some way, then, by all means, provide me with proof and I'll face the consequences.' He was serious and diplomatic, which in this case was not helping.

Olaf pointed at the Jester for a second. 'Trickler here has told me that the Lady Vivian is in your chambers.'

'If only that were true,' said Arthur, looking suddenly like a teenage boy. Thalia raised an eyebrow.

Olaf grabbed Arthur's shirt with both hands.

The guards Thalia brought put their hands on the hilts of their swords, but Thalia waved them down.

'If only that were true you would not look so foolish,' said Merlin quickly.

Thalia put a hand on Olaf's shoulder as the king let Arthur go.

'We'll settle this,' she promised him, 'search the chambers. Sorry Merlin,' she added, 'this may cause some mess.'

Merlin sighed and looked at her with an exhausted and stressed expression.

After a minute or so, Olaf had declared Vivian was not there. He turned and grabbed Trickler by the collar. 'You buffoon! You made an idiot out of me!' he yelled, shoving the jester toward the door. He then turned to Arthur, calmer. 'I am, er, so terribly sorry, Arthur, to have disturbed you. I...I do hope that you will forgive me.'

Arthur waved a hand with a forgiving nod and expression and Olaf turned to Thalia to nod his thanks for her aid. He was thankful she had remained completely professional.

'Check on the Lady Vivian! And remain outside her room!' Olaf shouted at the men.

'I'll see to it myself, sire,' Thalia said.

'Thank you, Thalia,' he replied with a sigh.

She nodded and parted ways with Olaf, sending her guards also back to the council chambers. Then the turned right around and marched back into Arthur's chambers.

'Merlin?' Arthur was hanging off his screen with one hand, looking around the room. He saw Thalia. 'Have you seen Merlin?' he asked.

'No,' was all she said and kept walking past to the small door at the end of his chambers.

She caught up with him no less than ten seconds later.

'Merlin!' she called.

He was carrying Vivian as quickly as he could, while being as respectful as he could.

'Thalia!' he said gratefully.

'Here,' she took Vivian from Merlin in a bridal hold. 'Care to explain?'

'Well, we think Alined has enchanted the two with a love spell. To make Olaf declare war.'

A curse left Thalia's mouth in a tone so despairing it frightened Merlin. 'Of course he has. Merlin I hate to ask but can you find a way to fix this?'

Merlin was about to say that he was relying on her help, and that he was going to find her before Vivian had interrupted him when he remembered what Arthur had said two nights before about keeping an eye out for her. She didn't look it when in the chambers, nor did she when walking with Olaf a minute before, but she was tired. Knowing her, she only noticed when she had the time to, which is why she seemed and probably felt normal when in public view or running around busily. But he couldn't now ask her to help, she looked exhausted. 'Sure,' he said, 'I'll do what I can.'

'Thank you,' she said as they reached Vivian's guest chambers. Merlin held the door open and they slipped inside, dropping her gently onto her bed.

'Did you put her to sleep with magic?' Thalia asked.

Merlin nodded.

'Well that'll buy you some time,' she said. 'I'll leave this to you, then, Merlin.'

'You can count on me,' he promised.

Thalia put a hand on his shoulder as she walked past, hurrying to return to Uther.

As the hours passed, the treaty was perfected and Thalia began to smile as did the five kings. They kept working until they were all laughing and it had been completed.

Uther stood up. 'This is, indeed, a momentous day for the five kingdoms. This peace treaty's been long in the making, but I know you must all be keen to return to your families, so we will make preparation for the signing ceremony immediately. I am pleased, friends. Very pleased.'

'As are we all,' said Alined, and Thalia narrowed her eyes.

'Send for Arthur,' she instructed a nearby guard as they moved to the hall.

As they stood around waiting a knight approached Thalia. She excused herself from conversation and turned.

'James?'

'I cannot find Arthur,' he whispered.

'Keep searching,' she nodded, 'thank you.' She made her way to Uther.

'Ah, Thalia. Where's Arthur?'

'The Knights can't find him,' she murmured.

Uther glanced around, looking unhappy.

'Is there a problem Uther?' asked Alined from behind.

'No, not at all. Arthur's just running a little late, that's all,' Uther said pleasantly.

'As is the Lady Vivian,' the other king replied.

Thalia unhappily tapped a booted foot under the skirt of her dress as Uther and Olaf looked at each other.

'Thalia,' murmured Olaf, and she walked toward him.

'Yes?' she asked.

'Will you escort me to Arthur's chambers?'

'He's not in there,' she replied quietly.

Olaf stared at her. 'Did you see Vivian in hers?'

Thalia nodded. 'With guards outside the door.'

'We'll check there,' Uther said, leading the way.

Alined came with them as did Trickler, to Thalia's annoyance.

Olaf burst into the chambers to see Arthur and Vivian kissing passionately on the bed.

Thalia came to a stop beside Merlin, who was lurking by the door.

'I knew it!' shouted Olaf.

'I don't believe it,' whined Merlin.

'Father! We've got something to tell you,' Vivian said, looking at him with a grin.

'Arthur!' said Uther as he walked in.

In a rage, Olaf threw his glove on the ground.

'Father!' said Vivian, moaning.

'You once said that if you ever truly offended my honour, then you would happily pay the price. What say you now, Prince Arthur?' Olaf was glaring.

'How have I offended your honour? Surely not with my love alone?!' Arthur stood up.

'Love?! You don't know the first thing about love! You're taking advantage of an innocent girl!'

'Father,' said Vivian, tilting her head.

'Arthur!' cried Uther, trying to make sense.

Merlin shook his head, marvelling at Arthur's stupidity.

'I assure you, my feelings for your daughter are as real as they are strong.' Arthur said, while Vivian looked at him from under his arm.

'Unhand her, or suffer the consequences. Is this really worth risking your life for?'

Arthur took Vivian's hand protectively.

'Arthur?' she asked.

'Indeed, it is. I would rather die than deny my feelings.'

Uther was taking in a long breath, looking peeved and exasperated as he looked toward the ceiling.

'I love your daughter with all my heart,' Arthur declared.

Merlin was still shaking his head.

At that moment, Arthur kissed Vivian once more and then bent down to pick up the glove. But he couldn't. Standing on it was Thalia.

Uther's eyes widened.

If Arthur was to fight Olaf, then either way it would end in war. Uther's respect for Thalia grew even more when he saw her line of thinking. If Arthur was to die, Uther would have no choice but to declare war, he was the heir and his son. But she was the Crowned Warrior, she was different. She couldn't kill Olaf, but she could be killed herself without war breaking.

'Thalia?' questioned Olaf, as Merlin looked on in fear.

'I am sorry,' she said, and picked up the glove. 'It is my job to protect the throne and its blood. I accept your challenge of honour, King Olaf, on behalf of Arthur Pendragon.'

'No!' said Arthur, too quickly and too alarmed. 'No, I will fight! I do not let her represent me!'

Now both Uther and Thalia looked to the ceiling in dismay.

'It is I who has the heart of the Lady Vivian, I shall fight.'

But despite that explanation, Merlin had noticed a tiny flash of panic in Arthur's eyes when he first spoke to prevent Thalia from fighting, as if the spell had wavered. He guessed Arthur had caught on to Thalia's plan.

'It's no good.' Uther was standing in Arthur's chambers the following morning. Merlin was polishing armor on the table and Thalia had entered with Uther after a night of patrolling, guarding Uther, Olaf and Arthur, preparing the arena for the challenge and keeping Vivian in her chambers, with no sleep at all. Arthur was walking around aimlessly, still in a daze. 'I've spoken to Olaf, he will not rescind the challenge. He says his honour has been tainted. He demands recompense.'

'You didn't have to do that, Father,' said Arthur, in a lighthearted tone.

'The fight is to the death. What did you think you were doing?' Uther looked at his son.

'You cannot help who you fall in love with,' said Arthur simply.

'You do realise that your actions threaten the peace talks, and that it may yet bring war to Camelot?' Uther demanded.

After a moment's pause, Arthur spoke once more. 'I am happy to fight for what I believe in.'

As Thalia rubbed her forehead, Uther rounded on Merlin, pointing with a thumb at his son behind him. 'What's happened to him?'

Merlin could only shrug with a bewildered and hopeless expression before Arthur spoke.

'Lady Vivian. Nothing more. And yet, who could wish for more?'

Uther threw his arms out in surrender and left in a motion of exasperation and without a word. Thalia followed him, rubbing her eyes.

'Thalia, how much more can I ask of you?' Uther sighed, looking at her.

'As much as you need.'

Uther had a small smile. 'No. Rest, eat breakfast.'

'Uther, -,'

'Leon can guard me.'

She nodded after a moment's hesitation and in a trance, yet still with a head held high she walked to her chambers where food was waiting.

Half an hour later she was sitting beside Uther at the arena.

Soon Olaf and Arthur were standing before them.

Uther stood. He spoke with a heavy heart and tired eyes. 'King Olaf has demanded recompense. And by the ancient laws of Camelot, the matter will be settled by a tourney with three stages. The weapons chosen are quarterstaff, mace, and sword... The fight will be by the Knights' Rules, and to the death.' He noticed Arthur was smiling in his usual daze and grew irritated. 'Are we all clear?'

Arthur nodded, before returning his attention to Vivian. Thalia put her head to rest on her knuckles as the first fight began. Quarterstaffs.

For a while, Arthur was doing well. Not his usual skill, but enough to have Olaf take a few hits. But then he stopped, turning almost completely away from Olaf to gaze at Vivian. Olaf swung and hit Arthur in the back of the knees.

Thalia's legs twitched, as if tensing to jump into the ring and protect Arthur.

He got himself up during combat, but Olaf broke the staff and hit Arthur in the ribs. He bent over, winded, and beside Thalia, Uther tensed.

The bell rang a moment later and Arthur shrugged, holding the two pieces of his quarterstaff.

Thalia was annoyed. If he'd let her fight it'd be over by now.

They sat in silence and she decided now that Merlin had to pull through, or Arthur would be killed.

She, Uther and Morgana sat worried as they watched Arthur's skills with a mace fail him.

He landed a good hit on Olaf, but had turned to smile at Vivian.

'FOCUS, ARTHUR!' she yelled angrily, and he turned in time to move enough to save his life.

Olaf attacked relentlessly and he was saved only by the timer running out.

'Thalia,' Uther said, turning toward her quietly as the crowd murmured and Morgana put a hand over her heart, watching Olaf and Arthur exit the arena, 'is there anything you can do? He's not fighting like he should be.'

She knew what he meant. 'I might have one or two ideas,' she promised, as she felt a hand tap her outside shoulder.

It was Morgana, wanting to talk to calm herself.

Meanwhile Merlin had run into Arthur's tent. 'Gaius! Have you seen-,'

'Merlin! Do you know how to cure him?'

'We need who he truly loves,' Merlin panted. 'Where's-,'

'Merlin, Arthur has always been slightly oblivious when it comes to romantic feelings, and is used to women falling at his feet,' said Gaius in an exasperated and concerned tone. 'There's no guarantee he's truly in love with anyone.'

'Oh come on, Gaius, don't pretend you don't know.' Merlin said, smiling.

'I do know,' replied Gaius, smiling, 'long before you and I met I saw those signs. The destiny that weaves itself around those two is nothing compared to the way Arthur has always looked at her.'

'Like an absent-minded warrior that's just been hit over the head,' said Merlin, nodding.

'Exactly. Arthur has long since had has life placed in her hands.'

'And the one time she trusts me with his life, I-!'

'Merlin!' gasped Gaius, 'calm down.'

Merlin took a breath, then nodded. 'Sorry.' He groaned and rubbed a hand over his forehead. 'She was so worried about him… and she left him in my care. And now I have to ask for her help. I was supposed to be lessening her workload.'

'You can't do this without her, Merlin,' said Gaius gently, and firmly, 'she'll understand.'

'I gave her my word I'd keep him safe,' Merlin sighed. 'So where's Thalia?'

'With Uther,' Gaius replied.

Merlin took off around the grass and into the crowds. He flipped through the curtain and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked first to her let, expecting Uther to be talking to her, then behind her.

'Merlin?'

'I need your help,' he panted.

She stood up without a word, putting a comforting hand on both Uther and Morgana as she left.

'I went to the great dragon and he told me what I need to do.'

'But…?' she asked, sensing his hesitation.

He said nothing for a moment, looking down apologetically.

'What? Merlin?' Thalia's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice lowering.

'I can't break the spell.'

'What? Why not?' she looked startled now, and Merlin hastened to his response.

'Only you can. Only the kiss of the one Arthur truly loves can break the spell.'

She blinked for a moment, during which Merlin felt the urgency tug at his mind a little less as he began to fear what she'd say.

'Thank you, Merlin.'

Merlin smiled, then nodded once, as Thalia walked away.

'Arthur,' she said as she pulled the tent open.

He turned around, smiling, looking completely dazed. 'Thalia!'

She leant on the tight fabric of the tent, regarding him for a moment. 'Your skills are appalling,' she stated.

'As long as I love, I shall be victorious. Love conquers all,' Arthur shrugged.

'How relevant,' Thalia murmured.

'Hm?' asked Arthur, turning away to stretch a shoulder and mindlessly move a weapon or two and shield around.

'Arthur, turn around.'

He did so, with polite curiosity, looking at her with boyish eyes.

Thalia studied first his injury, tutting a little, then looked up, studying his face. After a moment, Arthur twitched uncomfortably and threw his hands open for a second in a gesture for something to happen.

Thalia ignored this and kept staring at him. Eventually, he met her eyes. She dropped her tight stance. 'So! The Lady Vivian. You've got a nerve, Arthur,' she laughed.

'What one can see in her cannot be described,' he said, looking around the tent roof in wonder.

Thalia lost the battle and against her will raised an eyebrow. 'Not what you said a couple of days ago.'

'Ah well, every thorn on a rose only makes it more a thing of beauty and wonder.'

She chuckled, looking at him fondly. 'If only you could hear yourself.' She said nothing still, interested in the change in Arthur. 'You didn't ask me how I am.'

'Well, I didn't need to.' Suddenly, Arthur's eyes changed to the warmth Merlin so often saw from the sidelines whenever Arthur looked at the Crowned Warrior. 'I can see you're exhausted.'

'Well that's one way of looking at it,' she mused, lifting herself off of the tent.

The warmth faded and Arthur spun on the spot. 'Ah, but what is the feeling of exhaustion when it is powerless to love?'

Thalia sighed, wishing she'd be able to remember every detail here to wind him up later. 'Arthur, have you thought about what you're doing?'

'Of course.'

'You love the Lady Vivian.'

'Yes, oh by the stars, yes,' he laughed.

Thalia resisted the urge to liken him to a fairy. She grew serious. 'Arthur, look me in the eye and tell me that the one you truly love is Lady Vivian.'

He faltered, stopping his odd movements to face her. He frowned. 'Why would you say that?'

'Just do it,' she said, curious.

'Why?'

'To prove you can,' she said.

Arthur found himself unable to say it, and an odd feeling crept over him. But it vanished the second his gaze moved. 'I am truly in love with Vivian, Thalia, it is wonderful to feel this way.'

'Yes,' she said, watching him. 'Yes it is.' She looked to the ground for a moment.

'Thalia, is there anything wrong?'

'Look me in the eye, Arthur.'

He obliged as she raised her head again. Then he frowned and walked toward her. 'What's wrong?'

She winced, looking at the spot under his shirt where he'd been hit in the ribs. 'Sorry,' she grimaced, and put her hands on his shoulders, kissing him. It was lucky she was strong, as Arthur kept pulling back. But then, suddenly, he seemed to realise who he was. His hands pulled her closer and he tilted his head, until he winced and fell slightly. He had meant to fall backward but Thalia had pulled him forward so he fell onto her, left arm going round her shoulders.

'What- what am I doing? Thalia?'

'You got yourself enchanted. Now you're in a fight to the death over the Lady Vivian.'

'What?!'

'Just swords left to go,' she continued, 'you've been fighting like a pansy, but you'll be fine now. Just don't overkill, will you?'

He let out a distressed laugh and leant his head on hers for a minute. 'Right.'

'I would have fought him myself but you insisted on fighting,' she said.

Arthur lifted his head away to look at her in shock. 'You did what?'

'Mm. Now get into your armor. I need to go back to Uther.'

Arthur nodded, caught her hand for a moment and then watched her walk out.

Uther saw her return. She nodded at him and he sighed in relief, an unspoken communication that eased his heart.

'He isn't dazed anymore,' she whispered as she sat down.

Merlin and Arthur had been watching her.

'Merlin, if anything should happen to me, if I'm not there and war… promise me you'll take of her.'

'She's more likely to take care of me,' Merlin laughed, making Arthur chuckle.

'Well that's true. But promise me you'll look out for her. There's no telling what will become of her, or what she will become. Please don't let her turn into a monster, or a child of war.'

Merlin grew serious and nodded. 'I promise.'

Arthur took his helmet from Merlin and walked into the arena. Only now did he see how tired Thalia looked and he grew worried. Olaf caught his attention as he stood waiting for the fight to begin.

It did a minute later and Uther's eyes darted between King and Prince, seeing the change in Arthur's skill. Olaf knocked him to the ground, but Arthur had learnt from the queen of thinking in the moment. As Olaf went for him, he kicked and flipped his leg up, sending Olaf crashing to the ground as well. Arthur rolled himself up, making Uther also stand with a small smile on his face. The fight finished with Arthur's sword raised above Olaf. As everyone looked on, Arthur threw his helmet off, as Olaf's fell. He then planted his sword in the dirt beside Olaf and looked up, panting.

'This is no way to achieve peace!' he declared, looking up at Uther and Thalia, who were by now both standing and watching him proudly. Arthur offered a hand to Olaf, who took it and the prince pulled him up.

As Olaf looked on in shock, Arthur put a hand on his shoulder. Olaf did the same, before smiling. The crowd applauded and Arthur smiled at his family above him.

Happily, Arthur stood beside Thalia, Uther and Merlin as they farewelled the kings.

'This is more than you deserve, boy. You will run all the way home.'

'That's not possible, Master.'

'Make it possible.'

Uther was the first to interrupt the exchange between the king and Trickler.

'Why so cross Alined?'

'Anyone would think you didn't want peace!' called Arthur.

'But of course I do. Peace? Love it.'

Thalia smiled at him as the others did.

'Well, you may return any time to view the treaty,' Uther grinned.

'You're very kind,' sneered the king and dragged Trickler away.

Then Vivian passed them and Merlin and Thalia fought hard to keep straight faces.

'We may return, too?' she asked Uther, begging like an excited child.

'You're always welcome,' Uther smiled patiently.

'My heart will remain, and I hope to join it soon,' she giggled, waving at Arthur, who awkwardly waved back.

Since everyone had said goodbye, the three turned away from Uther and walked into the castle.

'Not too soon,' muttered Arthur.

'No. Might conflict with your one true love,' giggled Merlin.

'My what?' demanded Arthur as they continued toward the stairs.

'You heard me. I have proof.'

Thalia laughed as Arthur paled ever so slightly.

'Proof?' he asked.

'You kissed her. In the tent.' Merlin, knowing he would be protected by Thalia in the event Arthur retaliated, jabbed Arthur with his elbow.

'Merlin?' said Arthur as they reached the steps.

'Yes…?'

'What happened in the tent.'

'Mm-hmm?'

'Speak of it again and I'll kill you.'

'Okay.'

While the exchange happened, Thalia prepared to strike. As Arthur walked through the doors she slammed her shoulder into his back. He jumped high into the air and whirled around crossly as Merlin giggled.

Arthur noticed Merlin looked relieved. When under the spell over the previous days, he'd barely seen or noticed Thalia. But in the times he had, she looked exhausted and flat, yet also she held a cold edge and an air of hostile lack of emotion. Merlin had clearly noticed it more than he, but he too was glad to see her back, though she still looked tired.