Uther groaned inwardly, as he looked through his accounts in the great hall with his. Whilst he did not want to be a cruel King, he needed more money; and where better to get it from his people? The ball tomorrow night was going to cost him a fortune, if he could not create some funds. Besides, surely his people understood that this ball was extremely important – it was in their best interests to help him pay for it – as it was going to be held in honour of princess ?, who could become a future queen of Camelot, if she was good enough for Arthur. He had heard that she was very beautiful, with long flowing blonde curls, and a pretty face, but most importantly, was a determined and opinionated girl, who at times, could be merciless. Whilst Uther wanted to think the best of his son, he was not blind to the fact that Arthur was a very compassionate man, and having a queen such as dd would certainly balance this out.

Speaking of his son's compassion, Uther noticed that Arthur was not standing up for the villagers as usual. Instead, he looked on edge, jumping every time someone entered the room. Probably worried about the ball. Uther thought.

Meanwhile, Arthur's thoughts were in a whirlwind. Not only had he got to think about tomorrow night, but there was now the threat that the pixie could disrupt the entire thing, causing absolute chaos. They had to catch it today, or else face the consequences tomorrow.

It was as they were nearing the end of the meeting that it happened. Arthur was finally relaxing, thinking that the pixie wouldn't show up, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of movement. Not wanting to draw attention to it if it really was the pixie, he caught Merlin's attention and shook it head towards the pixie's direction. The widening of Merlin's eyes was all he needed to confirm his thoughts: the pixie had arrived. Luckily, as the meeting had been so long and not particularly interesting, people were too sleepy to notice. Just as Arthur was racking his brains, trying to think of an excuse to end the meeting that did not sound a) ridiculous or b) as though he was bored, Morgana walked in.

"Pixie!" she gasped. Arthur cringed.

Uther looked up from the papers, his brows furrowed. "Pardon Morgana, I didn't catch that."

"I...I said... walk with me! I mean this meeting has been going on for such a long time, maybe a good walk in some fresh air will help... uh... help you think of a better way of getting the money" She finished, looking triumphant with herself.

"But Morgana, it's raining." He cast his arm towards the window where Morgana could see the heavy rain clouds that had been over Camelot for the entirety of that day, and in front of them, the pixie, that Uther had luckily not noticed, grinning at her.

"Yes, but..." Morgana faltered, but then reminded herself of the trouble she'd landed them in. Her bottom lip began to tremble, she lowered he head, and her body shook gently.

"Morgana?"

"We never spend any time with each other anymore!" She wailed. "You're always too busy". Her body began to shake uncontrollably.

Uther looked uncomfortable. "Very well, fine. Let's go for a walk."

Morgana lifted her head, all traces of tears magically gone, as she went over to Uther and took his arm, giving Arthur a wink when she passed him.

The knights and the advisors, relieved that the meeting was over, in only temporarily, scrambled to the door to get out. When they had left, Arthur and Merlin turned to the window, to see… nothing. The pixie had left. However, trails of flower petals lead them through a side door.

Arthur and Merlin ran through, up the stairs and along the corridor. They stopped, when the path forked, peering down both to guess which was it had gone. But then, Merlin spotted it, waiting patiently for them, before it took off again. This continued, for many more minutes, as they ran through countless corridors and stairways: the pixie always making sure they knew which way to go, but always far away enough that they could never catch up. Soon they arrived, at the entrance to Morgana's room. The door was ajar, but that did not mean that that was the way the pixie had gone. However, whilst they were deliberating about which way to go, they heard a loud smash, followed by Gwen's scream on the other side of the wood.

Arthur barged in, to see Gwen surrounded by broken glass and flowers, clutching a poker.

"Gwen! Are you ok?" Arthur lay his hand on Gwen's arm, lowering the poker.

"Yes, but… What was that? It just launched itself at the flowers,"

"A pixie," said Merlin grimly. "Which way did it go, Gwen?"

"Through the window,"

Merlin marched over to the window, where the pixie sat out of reach on a ledge, smelling his prize, before he tucked it between his teeth and ran off.

"We'll never get it now." Arthur groaned.

"No, but I think I know how to." Merlin smiled, looking at the mess the pixie had made. "Fancy going flower picking tomorrow anyone?"