Disclaimer: Merlin doesn't belong to me.
This is a little fic, that I'm sure many people have their own take on. This is mine, based on the second-to-last scene in Merlin 5x08. Hope you enjoy!
"Tell us about her."
The words rung in his ears and Merlin stopped frozen for a minute. Out of all the things that would have allayed suspicion, Gwen went with:
"He's visiting his girl."
The image of a beautiful young girl in a red dress, silky black hair and honey brown eyes swam before his eyes and he had to blink back tears at the pain that it still caused him, even these many years later. His mind went to the lake and the flowers he left on the anniversary of her death. Of the boat he sent out on a lake surrounded by mountains and fields, of the time spent at the lake, wishing for one more chance to see her.
He turned back to Arthur with a pasted-on smile and the newest evasion growing in his mind.
As he let the words out to guide Arthur from suspicion, his mind still held onto her smile, her laugh and her sparkling eyes at the rose that was meant to be a strawberry.
He held onto his beautiful Freya.