"I wish to marry, Father."

His words shocked Camelot's Council members. Merlin dropped a pitcher of water. The sound vibrated off of the hard floor. He yanked his red scarf from his neck to wipe a puddle of cool water. Merlin looked in horror at Arthur. What about Gwen?

Gwen, who you kissed passionately merely days ago. The love of your life. You're going to marry someone. How is that possible?

Uther stared at his son with bewilderment. "Arthur, who are you going to marry?"

"I don't know, Father. Plan a great ball invite all of the ladies from every kingdom, except for Vivian. I will select my bride from them. "

"Arthur, this is foolish and stupid. What are you thinking?"

Arthur smiled at his father. His blue eyes sparkling. "You said that I could pick my own bride. She could be anyone from any background. I'm ready to create a new generation of Pendragons. Or I will marry Morgana."

Arthur leaned back and watched his Father squirm. He could see distaste rising in Uther's blue eyes. He couldn't deny Arthur's request. If he did, Arthur would have to marry Morgana. He couldn't allow his children to marry.

"Of course, Arthur. It's a lovely idea."

"Have Geoffrey send invitations to every eligible female in Albion."

Uther nodded meekly. He didn't notice a slight hop in Arthur's step or a happy glint in his blue eyes. Merlin stumbled after Arthur. He waited until they were safely in Arthur's chamber.

'Why, Arthur."

Arthur leaned over a chair. "I miss her too much. I can still feel her soft lips. I can't bear it any longer."

Merlin waved his hand. "Uther thinks she died."

Arthur arched a brow. "My father doesn't remember one servant girl."

Merlin's shook his dark head. "It's a bad idea."

Arthur smiled as he thought of dancing with Gwen safely wrapped in his arms. "You will fetch Gwen to Camelot. Leave her baby with Hunith."

Merlin's mouth dropped. "Where is she getting a dress from? Shoes? Jewels? "

"Magic, make it work, Merlin."

"Sometimes, Arthur, sometimes.

Arthur placed his feet on his table and rested his blonde head on his hands. "I'm going to have my dream, Merlin."

"What dream?"

Arthur smiled. "We're having a picnic. Gwen's feeding me grapes. You are there with a dark hair woman. She look likes a mermaid or something. You're chasing a baby. My son with Gwen. He has her curls and my eyes. He's chubby and happy. I want my dream."

"You can't feed yourself in your dream. Gwen's dropped grapes in your mouth? Lazy!

"Merlin," Arthur muttered with a dark tone.

Merlin dropped a pile of dirty Tunics; Arthur really was junky. "Okay, I'll do it. I want you dream too!"

"Merlin-"

"I know, not a word."

Merlin smiled at his friend. "I'm not caring for any mini Arthurs. You're bad enough."

A/N: Just a drabble to get to the ball. Changed direction. Had plan on Gwen going to Freya and being turned into a swan. Too dramatic! Cinderella time or should, I say Gwenerella? Soon, more Merlin and Gwen, and less Arthur.