AU set after series 3. Freya never died, she just went into hiding.
Har de har, just a friendly little Author's note for you!
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Hello! :D Sorry for all of you Freya lovers, but i'm a Merlin/Arthur shipper. No slash romance, and NO Arthur/Gwen. I hate that pairing! So anyway! Lots of Bromance sooner or later! Read on, my loves!
Merlin nearly fell over his own feet as he ran down the street, a small wooden box clutched tightly in his hand. This was it, this was the day.
The day he'd ask Freya to marry him.
He'd been planning this day for weeks, and he'd spent ages looking for the perfect ring. He'd eventually found the perfect one, a thin golden one encrusted with tiny diamonds, magically spelling out Freya's name. He had finished his chores in record time, suprising Arthur out of his mind even more than he normally did. He all to quickly found himself in front of Freya's door. He brought his hand up and knocked three times.
No answer.
He knocked again.
Still no answer.
"Freya?"
Maybe she was out? No, it was too late in the evening for that. Merlin pushed the door open and walked inside slowly. He looked around. No sign of a struggle, so she must be alive and well. He walked into her bedroom.
"Freya, where are you? It's me, Merlin!"
Still no reply. Merlin was starting to get worried. He jumped when he heard a rattling noise from Freya's wardrobe. He reached his hand out, slowly taking the knob into his palm. Silently preying not to find a dead Freya in the wooden rectangular thing, he yanked the door open. He stumbled backwards at what was there - or moreover, what was not.
Empty.
Completely, and utterly, empty.
No clothes, jewellery, books.
Nothing. He ran back into the main room.
"Freya!" He called once more. Merlin frantically searched for any sign of inhabitence, a piece of clothing, a half drunken mug of tea, anything. But the house was completely empty. The warlock's eyes fell upon a piece of parchment, a name written clearly across the front in black ink.
Merlin
Said person felt a wave of dread rush through his body as he picked up the letter and started to read.
My dearest Merlin,
How sorry I am that I had to leave without saying goodbye. But unfortunatley I have found love in another man. His name is Osterid. He is Prince and the heir to the throne of Krolodor. Please do not come looking for me, as I am afraid you will get hurt, and I could not bare to see you injured. I beg you, Merlin, do not cry for me; cry only in the knowledge that we may never meet again. I do not mean to sound harsh, my love, but that is how it is.
My eternal love,
Freya.
Merlin dropped the note to the floor and stood in shocked silence. The words slowly sunk in, permanently engraving themselves into his heart.
I have found love in another man.
Another man, not him.
He felt the tears flow down his cheeks faster than they ever had before. He fell to his knees, clutching the tiny box in his palms, the only thing left he had of Freya. He let out a loud, strangled scream of anguish. Freya was gone, never coming back. What had he done wrong? He had cherished her, loved her, watched out for her on a daily basis. He had done nothing wrong, yet the love of his life had still left him for another man. He brought his hands to his forehead and clutched his head, rocking back and forth on his knees. Merlin made no indication to move when he heard a familiar call of his name.
"Merlin?"
Lancelot's voice rung through his head as he sobbed, his body heaving with every large breath. He heard the front door being opened and fast footsteps running over to him. An arm was thrown around his shoulder and he was pulled against the knight's chest.
"Merlin, what happened?" Lancelot said gently as he ran his hand up and down Merlin's back.
"Freya, she..." Merlin's voice cut off, the unspoken words hammering against his chest like a dark creature, wanting more than anything to escape. Lancelot, sensing his pain, did the only thing he thought would help. He stood, taking the man who he considered to be a brother into his arms in one swift movement. Merlin buried his face in Lancelot's chest.
"Come on Merlin, let's go to Arthurs chambers. The knights are waiting."
POOR MERLIN! I feel really evil now...
Sorry about the really short chapter, but the next one will be longer I promise!
Reviews and whatnot are much appritiated and do not go unrewarded... *waves a kitkat in front of the readers*