So, this is the first chapter of my Merlin-Downton crossover fanfic. The protagonists are based on Merlin; the storyline follows that of Downton Abbey. Apart form what I know from Downton I'm not exactly familiar with the 1920s stuff, so if I write anything stupid please point it out for me to correct. This is from Morgana's POV, next one is going to be a Merlin. I would like also to hear your opinions on whether Merlin should be a footman or a noble.

Morgana knew she was the outcast in the family. Since she had moved from Downton to London at her 12 to go to college and then university she had become much less of an aristocrat. She had taken up smoking, she consumed a bit too much alcohol for someone with a background as mighty as hers and she had a few friends she doubted her father would approve of. Of course she had forgotten everything about her title back at Downton. Hopefully, no one in London knew her as the Lady Morgana Pendragon. Most knew her as Morgana and her closest friends as Morgana Le Fay, which was her nickname, a personal joke of them.

But she was leading her life like she wanted to. She knew that her sisters back at Downton were having a great deal more comfortable life but she thought there was nothing for which she would give up London's city life, hanging around until late, playing pool or just drinking and flirting with handsome guys. She loved checking the latest fashion; something her sisters from the countryside would never be able to do. It was an hour's travel to London.

She knew that at some point she would have to visit Downton as her life, although enjoyable, was rather unsettled. She had spent the last ten years in London, attending the finest schools and graduating as a qualified architect, something highly unusual for women at her time, but now she was without a job and without any source of income. And she knew her father only too well to be able to ignore the possibility that some day he would like to engage her in an advantageous marriage. However, she was not expecting his letter so soon.

My dearest daughter, Morgana

I hope you are doing well in London. I was more than happy to receive your previous letter. I am only sorry that I wasn't there do admire your certification. Your sisters here are fine, Mary is engaged with Matthew, a forth cousin of our family whom I don't believe you have met. Edith is currently studying to become a reporter and little Sybil, who has now become a grown woman, is studying nursing. Mother and I are really missing you.

We are currently developing a hospital at the village of Downton and we are in urgent need of an architect. Since you have now finished your studies, I would like to ask you to return and help out. Your sisters and we will be delighted.

I look forward to your answer.

Take care,

Your father

Uther Pendragon

Morgana decided to go. Her life would be a complete mess otherwise and she had missed her family too. She knew they would disapprove of many of her city habits, along with her changed accent, which from RP had changed to Irish, London and then again Irish, thanks to her companions. She also read between the lines that he would have found a bunch of suitors for her to select. But, then again, she was not going to give up anything and, she thought confidently. Let alone marry someone she didn't love.

She sent a short note back.

Sure, I'm coming tomorrow with the second train. Can you get me from the Station?

Cheers,

Morgana

She began packing her things for the travel. Apart from her clothes, which were countless, she didn't own many things, just what was necessary.

Next morning, Morgana, took her luggage, and called a car to take her to King's Cross Station. It was long since she had last been there. Her mother had paid her visits every once in a while the first years but now for over 5 years they had been communicating only via letters. She tipped the car driver and took her luggage out of it.

Five minutes later she had purchased her ticket and was struggling to pull her baggage into the train with her. She wondered where the porters may be.

"Allow me to help you"

Next to her was a handsome, tall man, extending his arm for her to take and smiling at her. He was wearing a black n' white three piece suit, a top hat and he had brown hair and brown eyes.

She gave him her hand and he took it and helped her up and into the train, while with the other he lifted with ease her luggage and placed over the seats.

"Thank you, Mr. ..."

"Pamuk, Kemal Pamuk" He said taking of his hat.

"Well, thank you Mr. Pamuk, for your kindness"

"It's been my pleasure ..."

"Morgana Pendragon" she replied, extending her hand. He took it and raised it to his lips to kiss it. A real gentleman, Morgana thought. That's what I'm going to deal with in Downton.

She thought she caught a glimpse of recognition in his eyes but he said nothing, so she said

"I'd better go, or I'll miss the train. I hope I see you again Mr. Pamuk and thank you again"

They shook hands and he said

"Have a nice trip, Morgana Pendragon"

She smiled at that and got in.

After a while, the train started and the journey to a completely different life began.