Ottilie is a Princess, with two brothers, one older, and one younger. Her parents have made a deal with Uther, to have her marry Arthur, to create a peace treaty between their lands, considering theirs is a very power kingdom of magic and Uther knows if they decided to attack, they would lose Camelot, so offered the idea of the marriage treaty.

Third Person
Arthur, Leon and Lancelot were being over run by the bandits. Arthur mentally cursed himself for making the decision to come hunting in the first place. It never seemed to end well these days, there was always something that went terribly wrong. Worst of all, the only people he'd brought with him were, Merlin, Leon and Lancelot. Leon was the only knight, Lance hadn't yet earned that title, and Merlin was a servant, incapable of lifting a sword, let alone weilding it.

He glanced around to ensure his manservant was still safely hidden behind a tree. He made eye contact with the wide blue eyes of his servant and sighed in relief. He was still hidden away, yet to be noticed.

Merlin on the other hand was staying out of sight as he caused branches to fall, and swords to burn in the palms of the bandits. But it wasn't enough, especially as a few of the bandits took notice of him, and charged.

Merlin flicked his eyes between the three charging at him, and then glanced around. His three companions were distracted, good. He flung the first bandit back, the man hitting his head on a tree, knocked out cold. As Merlin's eyes glowed gold and the seconds sword grew hot in the man's hands, the bandit was struck in the back, and collapsed forward, dead.

Merlin looked up in shock, his gold glowing eyes, meeting an unfamiliar pair of green ones. His eyes widened in sudden fear and he ducked down to the ground, curling in on himself as the green eyed, brunette woman, swung her sword at him. But the blow never came. He glanced up and realised that she hadn't been swinging at him, but at the third bandit, who had snuck up behind him.

"Well don't just sit there." It wasn't said harshly, in fact the woman's tone was more that of humour. She spun away from him and cut down another bandit, and another. Merlin quickly rose to his feet in shock and awe as he watched her dance around the trees, parrying and cutting down the men with the easy of a fine tuned warrior.

The tides turned and she took down the remaining few bandits without Merlin having to intervene again.

The five stood in silence, catching their breath, before Arthur turned to address their strange saviour.

"Thanks for the hand." He commented as he sheathed his sword and moved towards her. She shrugged her shoulders with a tired grin.

"No problem. I was passing through." She joked as she too, sheathed her sword. It was then that Arthur, and the others, realised it was sheathed on the right side of her waist. She had been weilding it with her left hand. It was very rare to find a left handed swordsman. Yet here was this strange woman, with more skill than any of them, and she was also left handed.

"I'm Ottie." The brunette introduced herself as they walked back threw the trees to the small clearing the knights had been using as a camp. Ottie held her hand out to Arthur and he took it. She shook it firmly, which surprised the Prince further.

"Prince Arthur of Camelot." Arthur replied as his brows furrowed a little, having not expected a handshake, let alone such a firm grip.

"Oo, a Prince, how fancy." Ottie joked as she turned to Merlin, the sorcerer that had her oh so curious.

"And you." She questioned as she held out her hand to the raven haired servant. Merlin looked a little surprised, before shaking her hand.

"Ah, Merlin, Prince Prats servant." Merlin jested with a grin, receiving a jab from said Prat. Ottie laughed at the pair and nodded her head at the two knights that accompanied them, in question.

"Sir Leon." Leon commented from his spot across from them. He was packing up his things, ready to head back to Camelot. Usually it was Merlin's job, but they'd all just been through a fair bit, and Leon and Lancelot deemed it too much work for the scrawny servant.

"Lancelot." Lancelot added, as he rolled up his sleeping mat. Ottie nodded and smiled at the pair in greeting.

"Not to be rude, but what're doing out here alone?" Arthur asked, drawing Ottie's attention back to him, after he'd pushed Merlin towards the horses to help Leon. Ottie diverted her eyes, glancing around the small clearing and watching the other three pack everything away.

"Hunting actually. You?" She said, without looking back at the Prince. Arthur thought nothing of her lack of eye contact, too busy focusing on the fact that such a beautiful young woman, could be such a ferocious swordsman.

"The same. Until the bandits attacked."

"Are you from Camelot? I don't think I've seen you around." Arthur added as he looked her up and down as she stretched, arching her back as she linked her hands and reached them hight above her head, her tunic rising a little to reveal a toned stomach.

"Oh, no, I was heading there for business, but then decided against it." Arthur took Ottie's reply more to heart than she'd meant it. Merlin, Lancelot and Leon however, glanced between each other with suspicion and mild concern.

"Why? Camelot's a fine Kingdom." Arthur defended as he placed his hands on his hips, as the others finished packing up their little camp.

"Well that entirely depends on who you ask, now doesn't it." Ottie held a little grin, not unnoticed by the other three, though Arthur took the bait. It was like the woman wanted to rile him up.

"Well most would say it is." The Prince Argued.

"Well rumours have to come from some truth."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Arthur was losing his composure, quickly becoming increasingly irritated with the young woman. Lancelot stepped forward to disapate the growing tension between the pair.

"How did you learn to fight like that, if you don't mind me asking?" Lancelot queried, as he stood between the pair deliberately, and obviously changing the topic. Ottie simply smirked at Arthur over Lance's shoulder, and folded her arms across her chest

"Not at all. It's a hobby of mine. I'm a strong believer in the capability of woman. We can do anything men can do, only better." Ottie had the gaul to wink at the Prince as he threw his hands up in the air in exasperation at her attitude. Something about the young woman just managed to piss him off.

"Ottilie!"

A call from a littles way off in the forest, drew everyone's attention. It sounded as if a man was looking for a missing woman.

"Ottilie!"

"Sounds like someone needs help." Leon said as he looked in the direction of the calls in concern, his brows furrowed. Arthur glanced at Leon, acknowledging the comment.

"Perhaps she ran into the bandits before we did?" Lancelot supplied as he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked back at Arthur for his orders.

"No, I'm sure she's fine, they were too distracted with you lot." Ottie drew their attention as she waved a hand, her eyes barely concealing a hidden panic. Leon squinted at her in growing suspicion, as he sized the distance between himself and his Prince, and the Prince and her.

"Ottilie!"

The call was much, much closer now. Surely only a few thick trees separated them now. They could hear the fast, heavy foot falls, and this voice had been different to the last. It appeared there was more than one man searching for this "Ottilie".

"We should help them." Arthur finally decided, as he marched forward. He stopped and glanced back at Ottie, as the others moved to follow him.

"You coming?"

"Oh, no I'm quite sure they're fine. They sound like strong capable men." Ottie sounded like she was floundering, and looked a little stressed. Her state was finally picked up on by Arthur as he furrowed his brows at her, his hand moving to his sword as he stared her in the eyes, blue meeting green.

"Ottie!"

Came the next call.

"Who are you?" Arthur drew his sword so quickly that the woman didn't have time to react. Ottie raised her hands in surrender and opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off.

"Ottilie?!" Called a younger male as he burst into the clearing, drawing his sword, an older male right behind him, following suit.

"Drop your weapon, or lose your head." The deep male voice sounded from behind Arthur, and he registered the cold tip of a sword at the back of his neck. Lancelot and Leon had both drawn their swords and had them pointed at the two male intruders.

"You first." Leon warned as he prepared to fight to protect the Prince's life, again. Arthur's attention was drawn back to Ottie as she dropped her arms back to her sides with a sigh.

"Guys it's okay, I'm fine." She said as she looked past Arthur, to the pair of strangers. With brief hesitation, the older gentleman lowered his sword and pushed right passed Arthur to embrace his younger sister.

"Ottilie, you can't keep trying to run away." He warned as he pulled away from her with a scornful look, as he sheathed his blade with one hand, his other on her shoulder.

"I wasn't. I was just going for a walk." Ottilie defended herself with an obvious lie, as she slouched slightly in defeat, her shoulders hunching in as she hung her head a little in shame.

"You assaulted Geoffrey." Her brother deadpanned as he raised a brow at her.

"I did not!" She protested adamantly as she looked up at him with furrowed brows and a wide open mouth.

"You left him tied up in your tent, while you were supposed to be on house arrest." The younger male commented as he moved to stand by his siblings, finally sheathing his own sword. It was then that Arthur finally thought to put his own away. He also realised that the younger man had also been weilding his blade with his left hand, and upon closer inspection he registered the resemblance between the trio.

The oldest finally turned to face the group of four, looking them over and assessing their level of threat, as well as their obviously displayed kingdom colours, and golden crest.

"You're from Camelot. I'm so sorry if she caused you any trouble." The older apologised on behalf of his younger sister as he nodded his head to the Prince in respect.

"My name is Prince Andreas. We've travelled here from our home in the Eastern lands of Bethea, the Kingdom of Gavaria. My brother here, is Prince Edward, and our sister Princess Ottilie. We're actually on our way to Camelot, accompanied by a procession of course, our parents, the King and Queen, among them." Andreas explained as he looked between the four citizens of Camelot. Arthur froze at the new information. He recognised those names. His eyes briefly flickered to Ottie, Ottilie, she was joking around with her younger brother, completely obviously to the conversation.

Princess Ottilie of Gavaria, aged 22, a wielder of magic from a magic based Kingdom. His intended. His betrothed.