Hey everybody, this is Libros, back from the dead! This is my first Merlin fanfic ever, and it's set right after season three. Those of you who have seen parts of season four will realize I'm not following canon, so no spoilers here unless you haven't seen up to season three! The basic story line is going to be matching an OC with each of the knights. And don't worry, it will be a different OC for each knight, no polyandry here!

I'll leave that first paragraph up, just in case some of you chose to skip the first chapter! Thank you guys so much for your reviews and views. Originally I was planning on publishing the next chapter in a week, but I decided to do it this Sunday instead. I hope you enjoy. And to answer one question, this story will have a chapter for all the knights, and Merlin.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Merlin. If I did, Bradley would have his shirt off even more then he does now. :P So no, I don't own it.

Chapter One: Lady Lucinda

Lady Lucinda had never been the type of courtier to fawn over Prince Arthur. Catching a peak at him was not the reason she was often found in the throne room, watching the goings on of the castle. No, she found the Knights of Camelot much more her type. Not that she would say anything to them, of course, she'd rather jump from the tallest tower than do that!

"Lucinda, are you coming with me or not?" Lady Marise's voice was loud in Lucinda's quiet room. The castle was large enough for all of the regulars of the castle to have a room to themselves, a fact for which Lucinda was grateful. No matter how much she loved Lady Marise, she needed somewhere she could be alone sometimes. Today, however, was not one of those days.

"My lady," Moira, her personal servant spoke up before she could follow Marise. "Don't let Lady Marise bully you into doing something you don't want to do. If you want to stay quiet about liking Sir-"

"Moira!" Lucinda cried, covering the servant's mouth, as if the very walls had ears. "I thought we agreed to never talk about that."

Moira rolled her bright blue eyes and pulled Lucinda's hand off her mouth.

"I'll never understand you. Never mind then."

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us to watch them practice? I'm sure it will be fun. Maybe Anna and Helana could come as well."

"I don't think any of us are going to be able to slip away today. And I've never found the knights that interesting anyway."

"But there are new ones," Lucinda insisted. Moira shooed her out with her hand,

"Have fun my lady."

Lucinda kept her eye on 'her' knight as she and Marise stood watching them practice from a low stone wall. They were leaning against it casually, but Lucinda's heart was racing.

"Are you sure we're allowed to do this?"

"I'm sure Lucinda. Morgana and I did it all the time."

"I'm not sure if that's comforting or not," Lucinda said quietly, thinking about the time not so long ago that Morgana had been crowned queen. It had not been a happy time for Lucinda and her friends. Marise must have sensed the direction of her thoughts, for she threw her arm around her friend.

"It's over now," she reassured. "You're free to ogle your knight without worry of his coming execution. Now you just have to work up the courage to say hello."

"No thank you," Lucinda squeaked, her pale face going as red as Marise's hair. "He doesn't even know my name!"

"Because you've never introduced yourself," Marise protested. "Ooh, it looks like they're taking a break. Maybe one of them will come over here."

Lucinda's muscles clenched in horror at the thought, and she prepared to flee. What Marise said was true, they seemed to be taking a break. 'Her' knight's blonde hair was clinging to his forehead, and he was eagerly wiping it with a wet cloth that one of the other knight's had handed to him.

So caught up was she that Lucinda didn't notice the dark haired knight approaching them.

"Can I help you ladies?" He asked, leering at them both. Lucinda could feel her face going red.

"Gwaine, leave Lady Lucinda and Lady Marise alone," Sir Leon said, approaching him from behind and wrapping an arm around Gwaine's neck companiably. Gwaine wriggled free and scampered back to the other knights. Sir Leon turned to Lucinda and Marise, but Lucinda couldn't meet his eyes. "I hope he didn't bother you ladies."

"Oh, you know Lucinda," Marise exclaimed. "She's just all red 'cause he looked at her when he spoke."

"Marise!" Lucinda hissed, glaring at her friend.

"Leon, come over here and teach Elyon the knight's code on challenges!"

"Sorry ladies, but when the Prince calls, I must jump," Sir Leon apologized. "I'll see you again sometime."

"Lucinda!" Marise squealed as soon as he was out of earshot. "He was looking at you that whole time! And he knew your name!"

"Marise, you must be dreaming, because he'd never look at me over you."

Lucinda focused on the embroidery that she was carrying, trying to ignore any looks she was attracting. She was going to deliver this flowery embroidery to King Uther or she was going to get pleasantly told to go away trying! Lucinda might not be a huge fan of King Uther's policies, but he was her sovereign and she didn't want him to languish in his rooms with nothing to look at.

She was so focused on not noticing the world around her that she walked straight into an open door. With a ladylike shriek, she tumbled to the floor in a tangle of cloth.

"Lady Lucinda!"

The male voice had Lucinda's ears turning red before she even looked up to see the face belonging to the hand that was pulling her to her feet.

"Hello Sir Leon," she whispered, trying to retain some sense of dignity. "Thank you for helping me to my feet."

"Lucinda," his familiar use of her name made her shuffle the embroidery from her right hand to the left. "Is there a reason you never look me in the face?"

Lucinda lifted her eyes to meet his.

"Because you're a knight?"

"Lucinda, you seem perfectly capable of looking Arthur in the eyes, so that can't be it. And you've known me just as long as you've known him, so it isn't a lack of familiarity."

"I. . .I . . ."Lucinda struggled to get out what she wanted to say. "I think of you differently than I do Arthur."

"Do you now?" Sir Leon's eyes brightened at her words. "And here I thought you didn't like me."

"I wouldn't want you to think that!"

"So, you like me then?" Sir Leon asked. "The knight who seems to have danger written on his forehead?"

"But you're the lucky knight," Lucinda whispered. "You always survive the danger."

"The lucky knight," Sir Leon mulled it over in his mind. "I like that. I've survived too many dangers to count, and opening that door when I did just proves I'm lucky."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it means that I get to speak to you."

"Sir Leon, are you flirting with me?" Lucinda asked, letting her pleasure show on her face to counter the reproof in her voice.

"I just might be Lucinda, but really, if I'm going to be flirting with you and calling you Lucinda, I must insist you call me Leon."

"I think I could do that," Lucinda replied quietly, taking the hand he extended to her, "Leon."

Well, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it. And if you didn't like Lucinda's character, don't worry, All the OCs are different and have their own personalities. Please review if you wish, it makes me happy when you choose to take the time!