Prompt by Giselle Pink (Sorry, but these ideas have caused inspiration to flourish).

Okay, a few things: one, there was a Great Purge, but not all the dragons had died out - well, there is more than just Kilgharrah. It's AU, to my fanfiction; Uther's alive, Morgana's not evil, and ... you'll see the other things I've adapted. There is a lot of blood and violence, a little different from Merlin, obviously.

Summary: Quohra and Camelot have been at war due to a misunderstanding. Uther, fed up with losing so many men, consults with Balinor and asks for a peace treaty. But, there is a bit of an addition to this union - the marriage of Uther and Balinor's daughter, the princess Merlynn.

Pairings: You'll just have to see - things will develop in due time.

More things happen, but I'll leave it to you to read and watch.

PG13+ ... for now ;)

CHAPTER 1 - THE ARRANGEMENT.

Uther stared at the map on his desk with annoyance, elbows resting either side of the fraying parchment. The whole of Albion splayed across the map in detailed ink designs, from the high frost mountains to the west, to the Summer islands in the north, near Camelot, the Great Seas of Meredor in the far east and the harsh deserts in the south. His eyes lingered on the south. Originally, there were five kingdoms: Camelot, Mercia, Caerleon, Essetir and Nemeth. Then, more and more kingdoms were formed, lands were taken through blood and steel; Odinsland, Gawant, Daobeth, Tir-Mor, and many more. But, the Five remained as the largest, and most active kingdoms in the whole of Albion. The others spread further than Albion, across the Great Seas and toward other islands.

But, there was one kingdom on his mind. Quohra, the barbarian city to the south. Barbarians indeed, he mused to himself. The Quohrans were fierce warriors, men and women alike, who didn't back down from a battle, no matter the disadvantage; and, rarely were they at the disadvantage. Camelot and Quohra had been at each other's throats over the last few months; so many had died, so much blood on both hands. And Uther knew it would only get worse. Apparently, there were twenty thousand warriors hidden in the Southern Plains to be used at King Balinor's disposal, sitting in tribes and cities and mountains throughout Quohra.

There was also the rumor of magic fluently spread across the desert kingdom, but... he would consider that later.

The war had begun with Camelot soldiers who traveled across the border into the desert and were attacked by a vicious blood tribe, everything but their bones discovered - in conclusion, Balinor did not want to apologize and Uther was too hard-headed and stubborn in his belief that it was the barbarian king's fault for the whole matter. However, despite that, he wanted the war to end and, as it turned out, so did Balinor. They discussed through constant letters and messengers and finally came to a peace treaty. The war would no longer continue and their allegiance could be advantageous to the both of them.

Together, they could tear down any kingdom that threatened to bring them down.

"Father, you wished to speak with me?" Arthur quietly entered his chambers. How proud he was of him, his only son. He knew Arthur would not be too keen at an arranged marriage, a new mother, especially one who was no doubt younger than he was. But, he would have to get over it; Uther had.

"Yes, Arthur. Take a seat, please." Uther had to tread this lightly; he still needed to speak with King Balinor, and he would then have to make the long venture to the Southern Plains to meet him in person. When he was seated, he began, "You know we are at war with Quohra, yes? One hundred men, we've already lost, and there are rumors that other kingdoms are planning to attack our kingdom while we're vulnerable," Uther admitted. "So, finally, after much discussion, King Balinor and I have come to a peace treaty."

"That is great, father. So we don't have to fight those savages any longer?"

"Correct. But, that is not all." He wanted to tell his son before he announced it to the whole of Camelot. "I have been thinking, and I have come to know that the union between our kingdoms will be influential to our whole lives. So, to seal it, I am to marry Balinor's eldest daughter, princess Merlynn," he said, watching as Arthur's eyes widened in shock.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"Arthur, I was to suggest that you marry Merlynn, but you are not of age just of yet. Royals do not marry for love, we marry for power, for money, for union."

"You married my mother for love," Arthur accused.

His father's eyes darkened. "Yes, I know. But, this is what's best for the kingdom. You and a few others will go to Quohra and meet with the king and my new bride, then close the deal." No longer was he being calm, or understanding; he was angry.

"But - but she's a savage! She cannot be queen!"

"She is of rightful blood and it will happen, Arthur. Now, leave me."

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Arthur was beyond angry - he was seething, irritated and upset. He did not want to have a barbarian for a step-mother; she probably wasn't even of noble blood. Did savages even have blood of noble rights? The woman could stand on all fours for all he knew - what if she were a cannibal? Barbarians were rough creatures; they raped and pillaged and murdered without regard. Despite she was a woman, and incapable of rape, there were other things, rumors, that those creatures did in their desert. Some even married within blood - well, those were the stories. He didn't want to know the truth, for he didn't care; secretly he did, but if he were to dwell on it, he would simply go mad. Arthur sighed, and dismissed his servant, who bowed respectfully and hurried out, knowing at his master was otherwise ready to punch something.

There was a sudden knock at his door, then it opened without regard for his response.

"I will speak with no one," he shouted in frustration.

"Oh, Arthur. Please, stop pouting." Instead of comforting him, as a friend should, she only pushed his buttons further. Morgana let the door slam shut as she made her way over to him, the bangles on her wrists jingling with every step. Her hand touched his shoulder, squeezing it gently. "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you hear? My father is going to marry a savage!" he hissed.

"Oh, wow. Really? Did Uther tell you this today?" she asked. Arthur nodded. "I'm sure the girl isn't going to be that bad. Besides, their allegiance will be helpful in the war we're currently facing." Morgana walked to the window, and gazed out of it with grey-blue eyes. "Gods, can you believe it? Albion used to be so peaceful. What happened?"

Arthur sighed. "The kings are greedy bastards, that's why. All they care about is land ownership, and Camelot is one of the largest, populated kingdoms in all of Albion. Everyone wants some fraction of it - so, they're all quarreling with each other, and us, all at the same time. It's ridiculous, but we're powerless to stop it."

"Ah, but now we have Quohra - or we will, once Uther and the princess get married."

"Maybe you should marry her," he spat.

Morgana chuckled. "I probably would," she teased. "But I can't; I'm just the king's ward. I know this might seem awful at first, but it is your father's duty. I'll come with you - I've always wanted to see the Southern Plains." A grin of excitement formed on her cherry red lips.

"I'm glad someone's happy," Arthur grumbled miserably.

So... this is what I've got. A new story, an AU multi-chapter story that is, haha. What did you think? It may seem a bit unimpressive and short at first, but it will go somewhere. I'm just trying to bring everything together; and, I'm still working out where exactly I'm going with this... so, hopefully, I get what I'm hoping for and this should curb your interest to read my stories until season 5 comes out, eh? I'm going to add, hopefully, elements from the one-shots you guys have given me, just so everyone's happy. :)

Please review and tell me what you thought so far! x