Merlin Fanfiction Sneak Peaks

Camelot's Own Cinderella Story

Uther is holding a ball to find Arthur a wife. Every Princess in the land has been invited, and all the noble woman. Uther has sent an invite to the land over the Sea, not at all expecting a reply, let alone a yes.
Queen Alva is the Queen of the lands of Magic. She's only young, having inherited the Crown a few years ago at 18 after her parents deaths.

Now let's pretend the 13th Century had corsets and more modern fashion when it comes to ball gowns, cause that's my favourite.

Prologue
"Father that's ridiculous." Arthur argued as he threw his hands in the air in exasperation, as he stood before the throne. Unbeknownst to the pair, Morgana and Guinevere were listening at the door. The servant girl ringing her hands in worry and Morgana attempting to comfort her, well aware of the woman's feelings.

"Do not speak to me in such a disrespectful manner." Uther boomed as he rose from his seat in anger.

"Holding a ball to find a wife is so.....so desperate." Arthur complained, scrounging for excuses other than the truth, that he loved a servant. His father would surely have the poor girl locked away to teach him a lesson, if he ever found out.

"Don't be so immature Arthur. It is perfectly normal for a kingdom to hold a Ball to find their Prince a suitor." Uther began as he sat back down in his throne in exasperation. He was tired of his sons insolence.

"The Ball will last for three days. Every noble woman and princess in the land has been invited. All have excepted and will be here in a weeks time." Uther finished as he tiredly lent against his hand as his elbow rested on the armrest.

Arthur sighed but said nothing as he bowed his head at his father's obvious dismissal. The prince pushed the doors open only slightly surprised to find Guinevere and Morgana both standing outside the throne room. Arthur rolled his eyes at the sight of Morgana before his annoyance settled as his view landed on Gwen. She was wringing her hands nervously, and her dark skin, just, showed the embarrassed blush dusting her cheeks.

He softened at the sight of the woman he loved so dearly. Without bothering to check for prying eyes, Arthur pulled Gwen into a hug, burying his face in her neck as she quickly wrapped her arms around him in return. Morgana slipped away as the pair embraced, disappearing down the hall in the direction of her chambers.

"You heard." It wasn't a question. Arthur reluctantly pulled out of the hug to look down at the brunette as she nodded softly. Gwen raised a hand and gently cupped his cheek as she forced a small, sad, smile to her lips, her eyes filling with tears.

"Hey. We always knew this would never be allowed to happen. A commoner could never be worthy of a Prince, a King." Gwen said softly, as a single tear slipped down her cheek as she tried to put on a brave face for the man she loved, stroking his cheek with her thumb. Arthur's eyes filled with tears, a rare feat, and he gently shook his head, holding a hand over hers to keep it in place.

"No one is as worthy as you, not even I." Arthur promised as he leant forward to lean their foreheads together. The pair closed their eyes and relished in their last moments together, savouring each other's warmth.

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"A letter for you your Highness. From the Eastern Continent." The petit brunette Fae closed the chamber door again and moved across the room to hand the envelope to her Queen. The Queen took it with a soft thanks, in mild confusion. Why was someone from the East Continent contacting her? It had been a very, very long time since the West had, had anything to do with the East.

"It's an invitation from Camelot." Queen Alva mused aloud as her Handmaid, the brunette She-Fae, continued to braid the woman's ebony black hair.

"It seems I've been invited to a Ball, for a chance at the hand of the future King." Alva stated as her cherry red lips quirked into a smile.

"Send for Erlareo, I'll meet him in the Council room." Alva said as she rose from her vanity, her hair finished in a half up-half down braid. Pavia nodded and hurried out of the Queens chambers and down the hall. Queen Alva picked up her gilded, golden crown and placed it on her head without bothering to check her reflection. With excitement in her veins and a smile on her face she exited her room and headed towards the Council room. There was no way she was going to miss the chance to leave her Royal duties behind, or to strike up an alliance with a Kingdom from the East.