"Are you nervous?" Merlin asked as he escorted Natasha through the castle.

"I can't breathe," she replied.

"It will be okay," he assured.

"Oh, no, because of the corset," Natasha corrected, looking up at Merlin teasingly. Merlin smiled, too, calmed by her relaxation before he looked at the door.

"He's through there. Remember, he's king Uther Pendragon, of Camelot. You are Natasha, lady of the manor Wilson," Merlin repeated their story.

"Okay, so, I'm, like, royalty, right?" she asked unsurely, straightening the front of her dress nervously.

"No, you're a lady."

"I don't know what a lady is!" she hissed. Merlin looked surprised at her.

"Oh, uhm, it's, you can either be a lord or lady, a lady is a female. You're a much lower rank than the royal family, but much higher than peasants," Merlin explained; "You being the lady of Wilson means you own all the land belonging to Wilson manor, or, at least, your father does. Then you sort of... Rule, over the people living there, but under the king."

"Right, the king of Denmark," Natasha agreed sarcastically. Merlin looked perplexed at her.

"Denmark doesn't have a king," she quickly explained.

"What? How can a country not have a king?"

"Lots of places don't have monarchs, just look at the states, they have a cheeto for president!" Natasha stated; "But that's not the case, Denmark just has a queen."

"The states? A Sheeto? President? Queen?" Merlin repeated stuttering.

"Yes. Queen Magrethe, and it's called a Cheeto," she corrected; "Never mind."

"Right. Did Gwen teach you to curtsy?" he checked, and Natasha nodded.

"Good. Do that when you go in, and then just answer all his questions. Oh, and end your sentences with 'your majesty'," Merlin quickly added; "Ready?"

Natasha nodded again, and Merlin opened the wooden door in front of them.

"Oh, here she is," Arthurs voice sounded even before Natasha stepped in and Merlin disappeared.

"Father, this is lady Natasha. Natasha, my father, Uther Pendragon," Arthur introduced, looking at his father, sitting in his throne.

"Lady Natasha?" Uther questioned.

"Lady Natasha of Wilson," Natasha explained; "Your Majesty."

"Wilson. Where is that?" Uther continued.

"Denmark," Natasha lied swiftly before she heard Merlin cough; "Your Majesty."

"Hm. Will your... Parents, be joining you in your visit?"

"I, they, they might, Sir," Natasha told; "I mean, your honour, I, I mean your majesty!"

"Hmm," Uther hummed; "Arthur, will you ensure our guest finds her stay pleasant?"

"Holy shit," Natasha breathed out the second the door har closed behind them; "That was terrifying!"

"I'm sorry, why do you keep saying holy shit?" Merlin questioned her.

"Oh, I just mean, like, it's instead of saying fuck," she explained.

"Fuck?"

"Yeah, like fuck you, fuck off, or even fuck me?"

"Fuck me?" Merlin repeated.

"Yeah, it means like, well, tecnically it means have sex with me," Natasha explained, making Merlins eyes widen.

"It is not proper to speak like that!"

"Nah, I know, my mum keeps trying to get me to stop," the girl agreed, not noticing Merlins horrified expression; "It just adds that emotional punch to a sentence. Plus, it's a habit."

"Merlin!" a voice interrupted the two, and they looked up to see Gwaine.

"And the lovely Lady Natasha," he added, noticing the smiling girl.

"Gwaine, cool, I thought you'd be busy being a knight," she said.

"Well, I was just on my way to train with a few other knights. You two should join us," he offered, and Natasha looked to Merlin.

"Can we?"

"I don't see why not."

"Great! Bring the stuff, will ya, Merlin?" Gwaine commented, playfully punching the servant's chest before disappearing.

"Do you ever wish you weren't a servant?" Natasha asked thoughtfully while they neared the training field.

"I don't know. I don't really think about it," Merlin lied.

"I can't imagine being a servant," the futuristic girl continued; "Like, spending all day serving others."

"Many people do it," Merlin commented with a shrug.

"Not where I am from," Natasha pointed out, and Merlin felt a smile creeping to his face.

"It beats being a slave," he then decided.

"Dude! You have slaves?!" she questioned surprised.

"Well, I don't," Merlin told; "But a lot of kingdoms does. Does your worlds not?"

"No! Slavery is illegal. Like, really, really illegal!" she said, sounding serious.

"Why would someone risk execution just to own slaves?" Merlin questioned confusedly.

"What? Execution isn't a thing where I'm from, either. I mean, it is some places, but a lot of people are against it," Natasha explained; "Me included."

"I'm not fond of it, either," Merlin admitted before pointing; "Look, there they are."

"You made it!" Gwaine commented happily; "Elyan, Leon, come meet lady Natasha."

The other two nights made their way over to Merlin and Natasha, who immediately curtsied, only to be elbowed in the ribs by Merlin.

"You don't curtsy to a knight, Natasha!" he hissed quietly.

"Lady Natasha! I am sir Leon, this is sir Elyan," the blond man introduced the friends.

"It's nice to meet you," Natasha replied politely; "I'm actually here to see you train."

"Yeah? How come?"

"Perhaps she thought you'd benefit from having some motivation in the form of a pretty bystander," a voice teased from behind.

Merlin immediately recognized the voice as belonging to the royal prat, and without hesitation replied; "Oh, no, that's why I'm here. She's here so I won't get bored being a pretty bystander."

"Oh, you won't be bored," Arthur assured, slapping Merlins back hardly; "You'll be holding the shield."

"I cannot believe you are actually going to train with swords," Natasha uttered, failing at hiding her excitement. Merlin rolled his eyes while grabbing the wooden shield used for practice.

"No, they are gonna train with swords. I am going to be tortured with swords," he corrected her.

"Is this really what a servant does, though?" she questioned; "I thought it was more like, clean and stuff."

"A servant does whatever his master wants him to," Merlin explained.

"Oi! Merlin! Quit boring the lady and get over here!" Arthur interrupted them with a yell, making Natasha roll her eyes and Merlin smirk.