Warnings: Implied slash.
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She never hears her name.
Her husband, her King, never mentions her name in bed while making love. Never sees her naked form laying on the sheets, open and waiting for him. He has never seen her coal black eyes look at him in lust and love, nor feel her lips against his as they kiss.
She knows when she kisses the King, all Arthur feels is Merlin's lips against his own. He sees Merlin lying on the bed, ready and waiting. Wanting. It is the manservant's name he screams when he makes love to the Queen.
Sorrowfully, she knows this. Accepts this. She knows that this is all it will ever be.
But, like Arthur and Merlin, she loves the King regardless.
He will never be hers, but she will be his until her final days. Even if she has to pretend, and be called another's name.