Morgana was still in awe by the time she reached her room, Gwen stripping the sheets of her bed. The white cloth lay in a tumbled heap in a wicker basket, the straw frayed and cut awkwardly.

"Good morning, m' Lady," Gwen greeted her as she walked in. the heels of her flats clicked against the polished wooden floor as she bent to pick up the basket.

"Hello Gwen," Morgana mumbled absentmindedly, taking a seat at the vanity table. Her reflection was obscured by sunlight that bounce off the mirror as it cam in through the window. Picking up a brush that sat on the desk, she held it momentarily against her dark curls, then placed it down, biting her lip, "Gwen?"

"Yes, m' Lady? Gwen responded, folding the blankets while she did so.

"Sorry, but, I just met the strangest person a few minutes ago…" she trailed off. Gwen pursed her lips- she was probably talking about Daenerys.

"How do you mean?" Gwen asked.

"Sh-she had the whitest hair I'd ever seen," Morgana stammered out as she described her, "but she looked as if she was a young girl…" Gwen widened her eyes a bit- that definitely sounded like Daenerys!

"Did she now?" Gwen encouraged, her voice rising an octave. Morgana nodded, not paying any mind to it. Playing with the ends of her hair, Morgana nodded, "She did! But her eyes…!"

"What about her eyes, m' Lady?" Gwen pressed on.

"They were…. breathtaking!" Morgana said wondrously, "they were the prettiest shade of blue… or purple, i believe, just absolutely amazing…" Purple eyes? Gwen thought, when I first met Daenerys, she had blue eyes…. Then it came to her: Daenerys had probably used magic to change their color. So father was right…

"Just think though, Gwen," Morgana rambled on, "she might know how to use magic!"

"Which will get her killed!" Gwen exclaimed suddenly, making Morgana jump in surprise, holding a pretty hand over her heart, "Gwen! Don't startle me like that!" Gwen shook her head, her mind racing. If Daenerys had used maid to change the color of her eyes, who knew what else she could do?! And she and dragons! That was an added trouble!

"I-I apologize, Morgana, I was just surprised is all…." Gwen said sincerely, bowing her head slightly.

"No, no," Morgana said, "I just didn't expect it is all." Nodding, Gwen licked her lips.

"So, continue on with your story then?" Gwen asked, "it sounds quite…. interesting."

"Right!" Morgana exclaimed, not noticing the long pause between Gwen's words, "she had the prettiest purple eyes I'd ever seen! If she knows how to use magic, she might show Uther the good that can come with it!"

"Don't you think that's a bit risky?" Gwen said nervously, joining Morgana by the vanity table as Morgana started to brush her hair. The two reflections looked slightly blurry in the glass, sunlight glaring as it bounced off the frame.

"I suppose," Morgana shrugged, "but it would be worth it, no? to be able to use magic once more?"

"I don't know…" Gwen said. The whole idea seemed sketchy to her. For over tenth years, the kingdom had banned magic, and for her entire life, she had never been subjected to it. Of course, there were times she had seen it used for evil, so Uther's reason was understandable, but surely there was good in it as well? Sighing, she held her basket closer to her, ambling calmly out of the room as she gave a brief farewell to Morgana, who simply smiled as she stared at her reflection.

As soon as th door had closed, she hurried faster down the corridor, then suddenly found herself flying to the ground, basket spring through the air. The sheets floated gently tot eh ground in a crumpled heap, like snow that had just fallen in winter.

" I am so very sorry!" she quickly said, rushing to pick everything up. She already felt her face going red.

"No need to apologize, Gwen," came Merlin's voice from behind a bed sheet. Gwen snatched it from the air to reveal Merlin's goofy grin, his warm blue eyes, "what's the rush anyway?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you…" Gwen trailed off with a shake of her head. Merlin gave her a concerned look- he had seen Gwen worried, sure, but not this much so.

"Wait- what's wrong?' he asked, leaning in close so he could whisper. Gwen laughed.

"You know you sound suspicious when you do that in public?" she joked. Even though she had a smile, there was still a hint of worry in her eyes, Merlin could tell.

"Come on," he begged, "something's bothering you. What is it?" Eyes darting from side to side, Gwen sighed heavily, pushing the sheets into the basket as deep as they could go.

"Alright," she said reluctantly, "bu tit might sound crazy…"

"Well? Try me," Merlin challenged.

"it's about Daenerys," Gwen stated.

"The Khaleesi?" Merlin said almost fluidly, as if he had been saying it a bunch of times before. Gwen was a bit startled- she still wasn't used to the term herself. Nodding, Gwen gulped, "Yes, the Khaleesi. I think….," she swallowed hard, "I think she might know how to use magic!"

"…Magic?" his voice had a bit of skepticism woven into it, his dark brows furrowed in suspicion. Gwen nodded, her brown curls shaking.

"Lady Morgana had said she met her earlier today-" Gwen began.

"As did we-" Merlin began to say.

"- and she said her eyes were purple," Gwen ignore his comment. Merlin opened his mouth to say something, then asked, "Did you say purple?" Gwen nodded grimly.

"When we met her, her eyes were blue," Gwen explained, "I remember, they were piercing, almost as if they were burning with a fire of their own."

"Sounds like a bit of an exaggeration, no?" Merlin chuckled. Gwen punched his arm, which received a loud cry of agony and protest, "What was that for?!"

"I'm serious!"

"Okay! Okay!" Merlin whined, rubbing his arm, "but you don't always have to hit me, okay?!"

"Aright, I'm sorry," Gwen said, "but if she has the power to use magic-"

"Who said she does?" Merlin asked. She might, he thought, after all, she had dragons. And it would be nice to know someone else who could perform magic for a change!

"Merlin. Her eyes changed color in a few hours, that definitely means something is up!" Gwen's face was getting redder by the second as she continued, "and do you want to know what she told me? Back at my house? She said that people in Westeros use magic freely-"

"Really?"

"Yes," Gwen nodded curtly, "she said it was used to tell fortunes and predict the weather, Merlin- she said they sometimes use it for prophecy, sometimes to predict the date of one's demise!" Merlin's blue eyes widened with shock. That is definitely not someone I would want to get on the wrong side of! he thought, saying, "Did she really say all this?" Gwen nodded, "So if they use magic in westerns, and she owns dragons, Daenerys could be considered a danger to what Camelot stands for, right?" Merlin shifted uncomfortably- if only she knew the truth, that he himself could perform magic, command dragons and the like. But her eyes were beginning to water. Wow, he thought, she must be really worried…. Sighing, he tugged at the red kerchief that was tied around his neck.

"Alright," he said, "I guess I'll help with whatever it is you want to try to do." Gwen broke out in a grin, giving him a one armed hug.

"Thank you!" she said happily, "I really just don't want to see her get hurt, you know? Being a foreigner and all." Merlin nodded, biting his lip.

"No problem, Gwen," he said sullenly, although Gwen didn't quite catch it, for she had already walked away. As soon as she turned the corner, Merlin began walking in the opposite direction, his boots slapping the concrete angrily as he went. He couldn't let Gwen accuse Daenerys. Daenerys was an innocent girl, trying to get back what was rightfully hers.

But then he couldn't let Gwen go alone. She was one of his only friends, unless he counted Arthur, but Arthur was a big prat who was too naive about magic and dragons and such. And on another note, he couldn't let Daenerys get accused. He didn't want to watch her die in vain, in an unhonorable way.

"What to do, what to do?!" he muttered to himself as he walked through the halls, reaching Arthur's bedchambers. He did have a job to do, after all. He couldn't city by and fret over some strange girl he had just met a few hours ago. Maybe after I clean up a few things my head'll be cleared, he thought, pushing the door open.

"Merlin!" Arthur announced, "it's about time!" The princes was sitting comfortably in his day clothes, the bed creaking under his weight as he rolled over, planting his feet on the floor, "I need you to make the sheets, polish my armor, and then help me practice my jousting, if it's alright with you?"

"Why would you be jousting?" Merlin asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I plan on challenging the imp," Arthur explained, "so I want to be good and ready. Merlin scoffed as Arthur left, thinking, What imp? If anything it's you, you're so unreasonable at a time like this!

Sighing, Merlin surveyed the room. The sheets were a rumpled mess, pillows on the floor. The curtains were left wide open, light streaming in, as if to show off how much of a pig he was behind cloud doors. On the table sat a bowl of fruit, some of it rotten to the point at which eh couldn't tell which type of fruit it was. And the stench coming from the bowl… just horrible, wafting through the air, pungent and stingy. Merlin crinkled his nose. He had a lot of work to do. Daenerys, he decided, would just have to wait until later.