Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

Hello, everyone! I'm very excited about this new story – it's an idea I've had for a while now and I'm so happy I took the time to write out an outline so this can actually happen. I really hope you enjoy it =)

Arthur came in after a long day in the training grounds. Merlin was trailing behind him, already holding his sword and shield. Once in his chambers, Arthur removed the metal breast plate and put it on the table.

"See that that's polished well," he said to his servant. "And the leather strap on my sheath is starting to fray."

"Yes, Sire," answered Merlin, struggling to pick up the armour. He wordlessly left and Arthur strode over to his desk, looking for a particular ledger. He stopped when he saw a red envelope perfectly centered on the desktop and he reached for it curiously. It was sealed with the Pendragon crest and his name was written on the front. He opened it and his frown turned into a loving smile when he realized it was a valentine – that's right, he remembered, it was Saint Valentine's Day.

To the strongest and most loyal King Camelot has ever seen. All my love, G.

Sir Leon was the last one in the armoury and he heard a strange noise at the door. Hanging up his shield, he cautiously crossed the room and threw the door open, his sword still in his hands ready to strike. Rather than a bandit or even a thief, he was face to face with Arthur's breastplate and a hand struggling to unlatch the door.

"Oh, Merlin," he said with a laugh. "It's only you."

"Thanks," Merlin said, adjusting his heavy load. Leon stepped aside so the servant could pass and then replaced his sword on the rack.

"I was on my way out. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you," Merlin answered, allowing the breastplate to fall onto the table with a loud crash. The knight chuckled to himself – Arthur would berate his servant if he knew that's how Merlin treated his armour when he wasn't around – and went to his chambers. His eye instantly caught a red envelope lying on his bed. The Pendragon crest indicated it was official business and Leon tried to think what it could be; he had, after all, spent the entire day with King and he hadn't mentioned anything.

Sir Leon tugged at the paper and the wax let go. Inside was a simple card.

To the most honourable Knight of Camelot. Happy Saint Valentine's Day. Love G.

Sir Percival, a man of few words but big heart, straightened up from his washbasin and dried his face with the towel. He enjoyed training days – it was always fun when the Knights got together and practiced – but he had certainly worked up a sweat. It was uncharacteristically warm but no one minded the extra sunshine; it was certainly better than the dreariness that the country usually offered this time of the year.

Percival opened his wardrobe and took out a clean tunic. He heard something fall onto the floor and once his shirt was on, he bent down and picked up the red envelope. It was addressed to Sir Percival and he was surprised to pull out a card.

To the strongest Knight of Camelot. Happy Saint Valentine's Day. Love G.

"I thought Merlin was going to faint when Arthur charged him with that lance," Gwaine said as he and Elyan strode down the hall towards their chambers.

"As did I," Elyan replied. "But I bet if we were to stick him on a horse, he could do alright in a joust. He's light and agile."

"He's learned that from being Arthur's target practice all these years."

The Knights laughed.

"Will you be at supper?" Gwaine asked, pausing outside his door. Elyan nodded.

"Then I'll see you there."

Elyan walked further down the hall and entered his room. It was stately compared to what he had lived in most his life, even if it was simply furnished. Elyan undid the clasp of his cloak and hung it on the hook near the fireplace. Resting on the stone mantle was a red envelope, his name scripted across the front. He wondered who it could be from. His only family was Gwen and his only friends the Knights.

Elyan flipped the envelope open and frowned when he saw the mighty dragon imprinted in wax. It wasn't until he opened it did he realize what it was.

To the most loyal Knight of Camelot. Happy Saint Valentine's Day. Love G.

Gwaine threw open his door with a flourish and strode into his room. He undid his cloak and tossed it onto his bed before pulling off his chainmail and tunic. These ended up tossed onto the chair in the corner – he would sort them out after dinner. The candle burning on the desk told him he had about half an hour before the food would be served. Good, he thought, plenty of time for a wash.

Picking up the pitcher of water, Gwaine held it over the basin but stopped himself just in time. Lying at the bottom of the ceramic bowl was a red envelope. Gwaine smiled out of pure delight; he loved receiving notes from people of the female persuasion and wondered who it was from this time – he had to admit that placing the card in the washbasin was a unique touch. He barely even noticed the crest as he tore it open and pulled out the card.

To the most courageous Knight of Camelot. Happy Saint Valentine's Day. Love G.

I know this isn't very indicative of what is to come but I hope it piqued your interest! The story will feature adventure, friendship, and (as is typical for me), at least some degree of hurt/sick Knights. Also, the historian in me is begging to make it known that that while Saint Valentine lived before the times of Arthur, Saint Valentine's Day was celebrated until centuries after the approximate Arthurian dates – it's called fanfiction for a reason! Reviews are much appreciated, thanks!

Additionally, I'm pleased to announce a new writing initiative! I'm actually trying to schedule writing into my days now and I hope to always update on Friday evening. This doesn't just apply for this story but for all the stories I'm currently working on, including my other Merlin story, A Long Week, as well as a Harry Potter story and a Cinderella story - feel free to check them out!.