Another crossover, after a long time.

This story was originally Mergana but after my huge crush on Bradley James (plays Arthur on Merlin) now it is Mergana AND Armor.

I posted this chapter with some errors a few days ago so I am reposting it. Sry for the inconvenience…

Game Of Thrones / Merlin

Enjoy.

"My son is going to bring pride to my kingdom" Uther smiled at the thought and looked around to the irritated faces of the rest of the council members. They knew he was right. King Robert's son, Joffrey even looked a bit like Arthur but he wasn't muscular or athletic. King Eddard's son, Robb was a decent swordsman but again, not a match for Arthur Pendragon. Prince Theon, Prince Cenred and Prince Edmiur, they were all skilled warriors, but not enough. The Tyrells, the Frays, the Thongs, they all would send their offsprings to compete for the second place. And the Le Fays…
Uther chuckled at the thought and guiltily turned towards King Gorlois Le Fay of Cornwall. He didn't look concerned in the least bit.
"Gorlois, my dear friend, what are you thinking of doing?" the friend king seemed to get out of the daze and looked at him.
"I'm sorry?"
"Surely, you can't be thinking of sending your females for swordplay."
"And why not?"
Uther laughed. "Because they're girls. Wake up Gorlois."
"I think we can do something about your problem" Robert interrupted. "I guess you can send your noblest knight to do the deed. We share your burden, old friend."
The Le Fay Kingdom was known for having a bloodline of having female heirs so the crown passed from father to daughter. People said it was the price for allowing magic within the kingdom's borders. Some others said, the King had no other option. The two present princesses were magic. That's what was said about them. They were witches, beautiful beyond imagination and powerful more than any man, woman or child. Still unfit for battle, Gorlois thought to himself.
"You'll see Pendragon" he muttered under his breath.

"Arthur, son, ready for another championship?" Uther smiled at his son, proud of him. He knew the fellow rulers envied him for his son. He was the dream of every father. Tall, athletic, handsome, with blue eyes that made princesses and maids alike melt and with combat skills that shied away every opponent from the whole of Albion.
The young man in question was now completely ignoring him, chatting up with his knight and best friend Lancelot about the prize that had yet to be announced.

Young men from all Albion begun coming to Camelot. Men tall or short, skinny or sturdy, they were all sharing an aim. The prize. Which no one even knew what was. King's Landing, High garden, Winterfell, they had all sent their mighty warriors to take part in the competition. This was the dream of every man.

The night before the tournament, a banquet was held at the castle, for all the competitors to take part in.
"Where's the party from Cornwall?"
"Still not here, I suppose. Cornwall is a long way from Camelot."
"And is still in a whole lot of trouble, I hear" King Robert Baratheon joined the conversation. A bit tipsy from the wine he had drunk and on his usual high spirits, he seemed more than willing to make conversation.
"Prince Arthur of Camelot" the guard announced formally. All eyes turned to see the prince, heir to the throne of Camelot and best swordsman in the realm. Arthur Pendragon. His blue eyes glittered as he walked down the hall.
"Welcome all, to Camelot." King Uther offered as they all sat down. "May your stay be a pleasant one."
Arthur raised his goblet to his lips and the rest of the princes and lords imitated him, the absence of the Cornwall party long forgotten.

Arthur was moody next morning. He could say he had grown bored of these tournaments. He was risking his life to maintain his honour while he could be practicing if his father hadn't insisted on this annual tournament. But then again, he was always winner. He had nothing to be afraid of as he already knew he was better than all of them. He had talked with them and he already thought he knew their weaknesses. Except from the Cornish competitor who hadn't graced them with his presence yet.
The start of the tournament was approaching and the preparations were reaching a peak. Merlin, Gwen and the rest of the servants were frantically running to fulfil their duties and help out the dozens of knights, princes and lords now filling the streets of Camelot. The city was buzzing with life.
He went at the board were the order of the duels were announced.
Camelot – King's Landing was the first battle, followed by Riverrun – Cornwall.
The knight from Cornwall had yet to come.
"Let the tournament begin" Uther roared as Arthur fastened his helmet and went out to meet the cheering crowd and his only too armed opponent.

The battle wasn't easy but nevertheless Arthur managed to knock out his opponent at a moment of weakness.
The Riverrun heir, Edmiur Tully appeared armed and ready. And when Uther was ready to cancel the match due to the absence of the Cornish knight, the gates to the training court opened and a slender armed figure with the signs of Cornwall appeared.
Edmiur smirked. His opponent seemed neither strong nor experienced. How wrong he was.
A few swift strikes were enough for him to show he was better. The Cornish warrior was unnaturally fast and his movements were so well aimed that he was able to take down Edmiur in a very short time. Arthur admired his technique. For once he doubted his own skill.
The Cornish warrior rose above all. In the evening was the final countdown. Arthur and the Knight were the finalists.

As he appeared from the wooden door Arthur was once again taken aback by his thin frame and wondered how on earth he had managed to knock off all those giants before. Before the battle started he stared into his opponents face for a short moment, just before he lowered the helmet to cover his eyes.
And then the sparring begun. Arthur realised instantly what was strange about this specific warrior. He somehow managed to be everywhere and nowhere at once, he mused. His attacks seemed to come from all directions possible and when Arthur attacked he was always gone before him. He tried helplessly to find any gaps in his defence. None. His opponent seemed to be scrutinizing him too for gaps. Thankfully, he seemed not to find any too. And then he realised that all this time he had been walking into a trap. He raised his head to look at him and the sun that was now straight in front of him blinded him momentarily giving the opponent the chance to attack. Before even knowing it he found himself on the ground with the point of his sword next to his throat.
The invincible Arthur Pendragon had lost.
The Knight raised his hand and took of his helmet. A loud "aaah" came from every corner of the place.
It was a woman. And a breathtakingly beautiful one too. Her dark hair was cascading now down her shoulders and her eyes were an astonishing shade of green. And she had beaten Arthur. He looked at her up and down with a dazed expression on her face. He noticed the way the armour clung to her body. How come he didn't suspect this earlier? He couldn't believe how utterly feminine her body looked under the armour now her face was exposed.
Uther cleared his throat.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Morgana Le Fay".