The Dragons Princess

by: momma midnight

Summary: Balinor has died and the Great Dragons enchanted chains will soon break. Desperate to keep the beast prisoner, Uther forces Balinors only child, a daughter named Merlin, to marry his son and produce a Dragon lord.

This is supposed to be a rewrite of the series. Due to Merlin being a female, there are going to be episodes or scenes in certain episodes that will not be included in the story. I will write as I find time, I do have responsibilities, but I also have a great big love for this story and refuse to write anything until this is done. That being said, my chapters tend to be somewhat long, so it takes me awhile, and I have no beta at the moment, so there will be errors. Probably lots of them, feel free to point out some of the major ones but please, don't be rude. It makes you look like a fool.

Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to BBC and anyone else who is not me.

Enjoy.

Prologue: The Last Dragonlord

For a man well into his mid sixties he could certainly scurry down a hallway with half the speed of someone half his age. That's not to say that he couldn't run if he wanted, he simply chose a gentle but quick enough walk almost jog. Usually. But today was simply not the day for a walk almost jog that was gentle on his knees and hips. He had a message to deliver, one of great importance. So it was with a frenzied jog turned to a run that gave him the momentum to nearly slam open the doors to the personal suite of the King of Camelot and announce in a loud whisper:

"The Last Dragonlord is dead!"

King Uther turned in his chair slightly, in mild surprise at the startling entrance of his personal physician, and raised a brow in an amused curiosity. "Then we must celebrate." He said, dropping the scroll he was reading onto his desk and lifted another for examination.

Gaius, royal court physician, closed the doors to the kings chambers and hurried to stand before the king. "Sire if I may, this is no matter of news worth celebrating over. The Last Dragonlord is dead and with him any who could control the beast you have hidden beneath the castle." Slightly out of breath he seated himself in the closest armchair.

Uther frowned but did not lift his eyes from the scroll he was inspecting. "I don't understand Gaius, why is this so important? The beast is secured and I've been ensured that there is no way he is going to escape."

"Those chains that imprison him were enchanted by the Last Dragonlord. With Balinor dead there's no telling how long those enchantments will hold. The magic used will slowly begin to fade until the beast's own magic can break them. There must be a dragonlord in order for the chains to remain enchanted. Unless we do something, the dragon may regain his freedom."

Uther finally looked up from his scroll to glare at the physician. "Why was I not told of this when we captured him?" He leaned back in his chair and rested his chin on his knuckles, his other hand tapping an agitated rhythm against the arm. "What can we do to keep the beast incarcerated? There has to be a way. Balinor had no children?"

Gaius shook his head, "I'm afraid not sire. Not sons I mean, he did have a daughter."

"Does she have the power to control the beast?"

Gaius sighed, "Unfortunately the power is passed from father to son. Without a male heir the powers will remain dormant until a male is provided."

Uther frowned and hit his fist on his desk. "Bugger." He rested his chin on his thumb and forefinger as he pondered his next move. The clanging sound of swords hitting swords coming in through the window became louder as Gaius and himself went silent. The knights of Camelot were going through their daily rigorous training orchestrated by his son, Prince Arthur.

"How old do you think this daughter may be?" Uther asked almost toneless.

The physician frowned as he tried to remember, "Perhaps 18 or possible 19 years of age."

"And you are certain that if she bears a son, that child will have the ability of the dragonlord?" the King asked, still listening to the sounds of men in training.

"There is no way to be certain for sure, but it is my guess that so long as there is still a dragon left alive and a male born to the lineage of the dragonlord, the powers should be passed on." Gaius answered almost hesitantly. Not liking the look he saw pass Uthers face he asked, "May I ask what you have in mind Sire?"

Uther sat up and leaned forward placing his forearms on the desk. He opened his mouth to speak but the words caught unsure in his throat and he closed his mouth. He reclined back and returned to his pondering gesture.

A few minutes passed by when finally, "Powers of that magnitude should not be squandered on some lowly peasant farmer who was lucky enough to capture the favors of a dragonlords daughter. It should be given to one of nobility. Born to someone who has a strong lineage, a noble background. An heir of powers like that should be..." His eyebrows lifted in a dreamlike state and his lips lifted at the corner in a sinister smile, "...royal."

Contrary to his kings expression, Gaius's eyebrows furrowed into a concerned frown. "You mean to make her royalty my lord? So that she may give you an heir? Marry her?"

Uther sat up again, "Of course not!", he said indignantly. "Not to me. I have no desire for a wife that is young enough to be my daughter, nor am I eager to deflower one so young." He stood up and collected his scrolls. "I want you to locate this girl immediately. Have her brought to me. No! Wait." He turned to look at Gaius. "I will go to her. I'll need Geoffrey to transcribe documents of nobility. If this girl is really the daughter of a dragonlord then we must use his title 'lord' to her advantage. I cannot have anyone thinking Arthur is marrying a peasant." He said as he walked towards the door.

Gaius stood up quickly to follow. "You intend to marry her to Arthur my lord?"

"That is obvious physician." Uther said, opening the door.

Gaius scurried to catch up, "But what about the law sire? The ban on magic?"

Uther paused annoyed, "What are you on about?"

Gaius dropped his head for a moment, unsure if what he was about to do was really the right thing. Taking a deep breath he straightened his back and looked at the king. "There is a chance that the girl may herself have magic."

With a frightening glare, Uther took a step closer to the older man and towered over him. "You just said she does not have the ability."

"Not the ability to control the dragons sire, but she may have magic."

"A sorcerer?" Uther asked.

Gaius nodded. Uther crossed his arms, one hand still holding the scrolls. "This will not do! I will not have a sorcerer on the throne of Camelot." He growled.

"You cannot sentence her to death either my lord. The power of the dragonlord will die with her and we will need that to control the dragon." Gaius added quickly.

Uther stopped pacing and stared hard at Gaius. "The dragons enchantments."

"What about them sire?"

Uthers lips curled up in a mock smile, "They have given me an excellent idea." He turned and continued walking. "Come Gaius! There is much to do."

Gaius lifted his robe by his feet so as to hurry after the king.

Uther paused yet again and turned to face Gaius. "The girl. What is her name do you know?"

Gaius nodded, "Indeed I do sire. Her name is Merlin."

Uther nodded in acknowledgment, "Merlin." He quirked his lips, "The Lady Merlin."

TBC...

AN: Granted this is a short chapter, but it is a prologue. Chapter one will be posted as soon as I finish it, so far it's up to 13,000 words and going.