Ten year old Lady Morgana was bored. She watched from her window as Arthur and his little gang surrounded a young boy who was walking across the courtyard alone. No; it wasn't a boy. The loose shirt and trousers implied otherwise but the flower in her cropped dark hair revealed the truth. As Morgana watched, Arthur walked up to the girl and began picking on her before challenging her to a wrestling match. Morgana had to see this first-hand. The girl wasn't only wrestling Arthur but she was winning!
Morgana hurried out of her room and reached the courtyard in time to see the girl flatten Arthur pinning him down long enough for Leon to count to three. The girl stepped aside and offered to help the prince up. Arthur ignored her and frowned, brushing his blond hair out of his face.
"I let you win." He denied.
"No, I beat you fair and square." The girl argued.
"She's right Arthur. You lost to a girl." Morgana teased, smiling at the girl. "I'm Morgana, what's your name?"
"Gwen, my lady." Gwen replied, curtsying.
"Well Gwen; I think we're going to be good friends." Morgana smiled.