BBC Merlin x reader oneshots

Arthur x reader

Love. It is the strangest thing. It's the very thing that could give us our greatest strength or our most crippling weakness. To love someone unconditionally is to know that they will change one day. Is to know that one day they will die and return to the earth. Is to know that they might not love you. And in spite of all this when you love someone unconditionally you still love them.

This  is a lesson I learned a long time ago.  The moment I realized I had fallen in love with Arthur Pendragon was the moment I realized I would do anything for him.

So when I found out from my father that I was to marry the prince, my life long friend and the man I loved to unite our realms I was overjoyed. As a child the thought would make me roll my eyes and gag as Arthur ran about screaming. But as we grew and his teasing continued the butterflies swarmed and the heat always seemed to radiate off of my cheeks.

Even as I watched him pine after other girls. Even as I watched him flirt with other princesses and treat me like I was almost a sister. And yet I still loved him.

And I was now to visit him and his kingdom for a months time before returning to my own and preparing for the ceremony. As I arrived to the place that in a few months time I would call my own the butterfly's returned. Like they where coming home after a long time migrated south for the winter. A smile made its way onto my lips as we rode through the town me and Arthur had ran amuck in causing chaos.

I saw familiar faces and new ones upon my arrival to the castle. The familiar face of Gwen, morganas hand maiden. The familiar faces of all the royal family and the guard. And of course the face of my dear friend Merlin.

The friendship was hidden from all except Arthur. It was frowned upon for a royal to befriend one without the proper status but I didn't care. He was kind and funny, his clumsiness helping him a lot. Yes the young warlock and I, and of course I know I am rather good at picking up on things, were the most unlikely of friends.

"The princess y/n of the y/f/n (your family name) province!" Called a man. Everyone stood tall and in a saluting stance I ignored the urge to roll my eyes at the formality. As I stepped down from the carriage Arthur approached a smile slowly growing bigger and bigger the closer he got until he pulled me into his arms.

"Well hello there beautiful." He said happily I could hear the smile.

"Why hello there my prince." I said in an over exaggerated posh accent. He chuckled as he pulled away kissing my hand. My face warmed at his action and he held his arm out to me smirking. I took it elbowing him in the side as he led me to his father.

"My lord." I began to curtesy when he stopped me.

"Please my dear. There is no need for such formalities among family." I smiled at him as he to embraced me and next was Morgana, she was always like a sister to me once Uther had rescued her.

"Y/n. It has been to long." She said as she embraced me.

"It truly has." I smiled as I was taken into the castle and Arthur began leading me to where my room always was. I was a bit taken aback when we turned a different corner.

"Arthur isn't my room-" he cut me off with a slight frown as he spoke.

"No. Father is insisting on putting you closer to lady Morgana."

"But- why?!" I stopped walking staring at him confused.

"It wouldn't really look good if your room was right next to mine us being betrothed and all." I blushed at the underlying implication.

"No i suppose your right." He chuckled at my reaction as he continued leading me.

"Gwen will be your handmaiden while you are here." Arthur said and I didn't miss the look he gave her nor her him.