Merlin with Freya in the under cellars of Camelot Keep.
Merlin speaks quietly and softly as to not disturb her fitful slumber.
...
I Gaze upon Thine Beauty and I Despair.
Cruelty, I will cast thee out.
Mine own Eyes have seen the Beauty of all the Stars and Moon.
And Yet a Greater Beauty lies here before me, am I with the Sky tonight?
Drawn ever upward I am trapped by the Gravity of your Grace.
I have been raised up by you Freya, made whole of purpose, of meaning.
If I had a choice in this world, never, now that I know you are here.
You are as the world is made, all in beauty, all in awe.
Freya.
...
Her sleep is stilled, quelled, she breathes slowly.
Merlin will smile. When his tears dry.
When the Stars and the Moon become as one.
A reflection in the lake.