Here it is the second chapter. The first one got 0 views so I'm not really satisfied but this is my best fanfic so far so I have high hopes for the future. No one answered to my poll about Merlin so I took the liberty and made him a servant.

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She got out of the train and looked around warily. It had been more than 10 years since she had been in this very station and she realised it had changed much. A man in uniform appeared to be waiting for her. He approached, gave her a slight bow and said

"Branson at your service, Lady Morgana. I am the chauffeur."

She decided he looked rather friendly and pleasant, nothing like the charming Mr. Pamuk from the train, though. She followed him in silence and entered the luxurious carriage he led her to.

Merlin had just finished polishing the silverware and his back was aching. He had thrown accidentally on himself a cup of coffee and there was a stain on his white shirt. He knew he would get told off if Uther or The Countess would see him.

Lady Sybil appeared from the corner, with a mischievous smile on her lips. He had always liked her, and she was the only noble he got along well with. The rest of them would look down on him, or else, only notice his existence if he had done something wrong, like trip and throw the tea on the floor.

He walked cautiously on the large corridor and tried to find Mrs. Patmore.

For some reason, though, everyone seemed to be immensely busy at the moment. The girls, Anna, Gwen, Edna and the rest of them were upstairs, and as he heard were preparing the new bedroom.

"What's all this fuss about?" he asked his fellow workers as he entered the kitchen.

"Haven't you heard? The third daughter of his Lordship is coming to live with us."

"He has a fourth daughter? I never knew that."

"Yes, she is the third in the row as it seems, but she decided to go to college and hasn't been here for over ten years."

"Mrs., Patmore, do you remember her? I think you have been here for more than a decade."

"Barely. As far as I remember she was never much of a lady. Always was told of for sneaking out and playing in the gardens and getting her pretty dresses covered in mud."

"Her looks?" Jimmy asked suggestively.

"Average" she replied without paying much attention. Suddenly she realised what he had asked her.

"JIMMY!"

All the servants were standing in line in front of the main entrance of Downton Abbey. All perfect to the detail, they men with black and white suits and the women in the blue-white work clothes, with the dark blue dress ad the white, clean apron.

They family was also there, all wearing their best clothes and smiles, waiting for the sixth Pendragon to arrive.

After, some time, the long awaited carriage arrived. All f them straightened up, put on serious faces as they had been joking before, something that had earned them stern looks from Lady Mary and The Countess of Grantham.

Branson opened slowly the door and extended his hand to the lady to take.

"Lady Morgana Pendragon" he announced formally.

All of them gasped.

"Average" Merlin thought. "Are you kidding me?"

The lady in front of him was not even plainly beautiful. She was stunning. She had raven black hair tied up in the style that was fashionable at the time, something like a bun with some loose locks of hair around it and was wearing what was considered really chic for women at the time, a blue-green loose linen shirt and a black, tight skirt that was long just under her knee. She was wearing silver long earrings and black high heels.

Like he had just woken from a dream, he walked sleepily over her to carry her luggage. The moment their eyes met, he realised that it was not her glamorous clothes and hairstyle that amazed him, it was her eyes. They were the brightest shade of green, and he felt like he could drown in them. Then the moment was over and she stepped down to greet her parents and sisters.

"Papa, I missed you"

She ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Oh, my baby. You have grown so much. You have become a fine lady, Morgana" her mother told her as she embraced her third daughter.

Her sisters were next.

Merlin had frozen in front of the carriage, still holding her luggage. Thomas kicked him and he came back to reality. Thomas was the only one of the boys that didn't gape at the Lady Morgana, mouth opened. Curious, Merlin thought and took the heavy bag inside.

The rest of the servants followed him.

At the kitchen, while helping to prepare dinner, Merlin, William, Jimmy and Alfred were all praising the Lady Morgana.

"I only envy Gwen, who will be dressing her from now on" Jimmy said with a cheeky smile.

"Just average" Alfred said loudly so that Mrs. Patmore who had just entered the room would be able to hear him and they all chuckled. Mrs. Patmore was a good woman but the footmen found it really amusing, getting on her nerves.

"I have ten years to see her, young man, how dare you?"

"It's curious though. How come and she didn't get married in London? I doubt there were few lookers there".

"Maybe she is waiting to find her Prince Charming here" Jimmy said, while straightening his hair and checking his reflection on a plate.

"If you don't stop at once, I will tell Lady Cora of your misbehaviour" Mrs. Patmore scolded and they all left the room.

Merlin went to his room, which he was sharing with Jimmy.

"Sometimes, I just wish I was nobility" Jimmy said. "Any of the four sisters would have been okay by me. Servant girls may be pretty but not really my type. I once had an affair with my former mistress, Lady Anstruther if you've heard of her. She really couldn't keep her hands off me..."

"Now, let's get ready"

Merlin was carrying the water jar during dinner, something that didn't prevent him from following the conversation.

"And as I have heard, my dear, now you are a qualified architect." the Dowager Countess said.

"Yes, I just finished."

Merlin noticed that Morgana was not the person to talk in great lengths like most nobles. Her replies were short and to the point.

"I hope you will soon get rid of this accent, my child." Uther said.

"What's wrong with it, Daddy?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"It's not appropriate with your status. You have to adapt, Morgana. We are not London here. You are a Lady."

"Right, right. " Merlin suppressed a chuckle. He was sure she was going to change nothing. He was beginning to like the Lady Morgana Pendragon even more, not only for her looks but also for her personality.

"Do you need anything else Milady?"

"That will be all, Gwen. Good night"

Gwen left and Morgana sat on the bed, now alone. It had been a big day for her. Her father was just like she remembered him. Her sisters had grown much. Sybil was 10 when she had left.

She tried to memorise the names of the servants. She remembered Jimmy and Thomas. There were two blonde tall footmen which she couldn't remember their names. And there was the other one, whose name she hadn't heard but his appearance had caught her eye. He had piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, messy black hair and large ears. She found herself secretly smiling at that. He was cute, she thought. Not classically handsome but there was something special about him. His name. She had to know his name.

So, what do you think? The spark is beginning to create between the two protagonists. Next chapter will be some Mergana interaction plus the whole Titanic event of DA S01E01.

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