Hey! So this is a Freylin story. I love their sweetness and romance, actually everything about them. Ofcourse everyone we love is still living.

It is written in three point of views. Arthur, Merlin and Freya. :D Sometimes a bit mixed, sometimes just from one of them. You'll understand just fine :)

I do have a plot in mind. With two important happenings, so probably I'm making a sequal. Yay! :) Ofcourse, if it is liked :p I hope you enjoy reading, and let me know if I did a good job.

Merlin was sitting upon the stone steps of the court yard, loyaly accompenying his King. For a long time they had sat there in silence, overthinking what just had happened. About an hour ago, Arthur had not only lifted the ban upon magic, but had publicly handed Merlin the ring and scepter of the court sorcerer. Merlin had seen it coming, but had been equally overwhelmed with the actual ceremony as he had been at the moment he had come to hear it for the first time.

"I kinda ruined it, didn't I?" Merlin said, staring into the distance.

"Could've been worse" Arthur sighed, picturing how Merlin stumbled over the steps towards the thrones. Arthur had caught him in time, but the reflex had caused the crowd to gasp in surprise. It had been of equal meaning as bowing to Merlin, and Arthur would've rather done that, had been planning to, actually, but this had indeed kinda ruined it...

One year later

"How fantastic it is to see you, my great King! How are you today upon this wonderful morning? Isn't it the most perfect day to celebrate?"
Merlin cheered out of plain excitement whilst bursting through the royal chamber doors. Arthur had been sleeping until this very second. Gwen had left a few hours ago, since she had been helping Merlin with the preparations he had planned.

Arthur groaned and then murmered something uncomprehendable into his pillow. Merlin ignored it and instead ran straight to Arthur's bedside, where he jumped and landed on his knees next to his ever lazy friend. "Arthur!" he called again, a bright smile glued to his face. This time Arthur wondered just what had made Merlin this cheerful. Couriously, he turned his face out of his pillow and glanced at Merlin with one eye opened. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, he got hit by a pillow... right in the face.
He lifted his head fully and glared at the ravenhaired boy. Merlin on the other hand didn't seem to care and laughed genuinely. Arthur took his own pillow and, sitting upright with a smile creeping upon his face, took a swing with it. Merlin blocked it with a fake surpised "Sire!" before he, not quite fake, fell backwards to the ground.
Arthur smiled in victory as he climbed over to the edge of the bed. However, Merlin jumped to his feet before his King had reached it and, now certain he was awake and listening, continued his story.

"So I was wondering, maybe we could have a banquet in celebration"

"In celebration of what again?" Arthur asked, going for casual in case he had been told already or was deemed to remember. Was it his aniversary? Merlin's birthday? His own birthday? To Arthur's relief, Merlin's smile grew even brighter.

"Today the ban's been lifted excactly a year ago" Merlin clapped in his hands and as his eyes gleamed gold, golden sparkles materialized above Arthur's head.

"A banquet" Arthur paused, concidering it. He had given a few of them in the past year, and Merlin seemed to really enjoy sitting and celebrating for a change. "Why not?" he smiled, joining in with Merlin's cheerfulness.

"Yes! Guinevere and I are already busy with organizing, it would be great if you could make the anouncement?"
"I'll send the knights to gather the people" Arthur said as Merlin walked towards the doors. He smiled and nodded, before leaving his King behind to seek Gwen.

The celebration brought a lot of laughs and happiness with it. As with every banquet, Merlin was sitting right next to Arthur. It was a great gesture that meant Merlin was given the second most important position of the whole Kingdom, directly after the King and Queen of Camelot. Merlin would never abuse his power, but he didn't seem to use it in the first place. Arthur just hoped Merlin had an idea of how important he was for him. Merlin was laughing about Gwaine, spilling water all over him. When Arthur had asked about it the first time he'd noticed, Merlin had said he couldn't risk being drunk for his magic, for when danger occurred, there could be a chance it would fail him when needed the most. He would never forgive himself if that was to happen.

Arthur hadn't expected the serious side of his friend at the time and hadn't known how to react. But Merlin had smiled and continued to celebrate.

Merlin beamed. All of his best friends were around him, Arthur had freed Camelot from hatred- well, most of it-, and there was a meal in front of him he could only have longed for whilst serving it to fat nobles in the past. He was filled with glee and happiness. It was good to be him.
A good ten minutes later, his magic suddenly tensed, as if in response to something, a presence. He frowned in confusion as he glanced searchingly about the hall. When his eyes fell upon the sweetest brown eyes he'd ever seen he felt his eyes gleam gold in reaction. He froze, couldn't move nor breathe, for he'd known this girl.
For he had watched her die.

Merlin released his chair and tried to relax his magic. Could it really be her? His heart was aching with the painful memories that were brought back. Could he handle to fool himself, and loose her all over again? But she looked so very real to him, he couldn't just let her slip from his ever so slight grasp.
He stood up. Confused and seemingly disorientated. "Merlin?" Arthur said. When the boy didn't even notice him, Arthur stopped him by gently grabbing his wrist.
"I just have to..." he trailed off, pointing vaguely to something, someone, in the distance. His gaze unlocked for a moment when she had left through the doors and he turned to Arthur. "I'll be right back" he told him, before escaping from his grasp and hurrying from the room. Arthur watched him dissapear through the same doors as he had pointed to earlier, worry upon his features. Was something wrong? Was there any danger Merlin wasn't telling him about?

Freya was pouring some wine into a nobleman's goblet, but couldn't keep her eyes off of the raven haired young man next to the King. Hadn't she ever seen him before? He certainly was having a good time, as his smile was contagious even from the other side of the hall.

"Hey!" the man called out beside her. She jumped and immediately stopped pouring, overloading him with apologies, for the wine was spread all over the table, and the noble, and herself.

"No don't worry, it's alright. I was just a little surprised, that's all. You seem to have an eye on the one and only Court Sorcerer, don't you?" he said. She said nothing but glanced in the direction of the apparent Court Sorcerer. She blushed when he met her eyes, they showed sheer confusion, seemingly directed at her.
"Well, good luck with that, because the lad isn't really in for love," She quickly excused herself when it got a bit too awkward for her liking, planning on getting a towel for the nobleman. As she walked through the door, she looked down at her light yellow dress, one she had bought recently for this celebration. Now it was ruined with bright red wine. She sighed and leaned to a wall. She'd had a strange feeling ever since she had laid eyes upon the handsome sorcerer.
'You seem to have an eye on the one and only Court Sorcerer, don't you?' Maybe she did. She bit her lip, 'Well good luck with that, because the lad isn't really in for love' she sighed, ofcourse it would be something for her to fall in love with the one farrest out of her league.

She didn't realize just how wrong she was.

Not a moment later, he was watching her in pure amazement, frozen in his had caughed her full attention, as she had forgotten to breathe at some point. She stared into his soft blue eyes, glistening with unshed tears. It felt as if she was nailed to the ground, but in a way she didn't feel the need to move.
Though when he neared her, she shifted and placed her back against the wall. His steps were taken with such carefulness that they seemed to be completely silent. She gasped slightly at seeing his eyes change colour. Slowly but surely, they appeared to be getting gold. Without the usual shining side effect of using magic. He placed his right hand above her on the wall, and ever so concentrated leaned slightly forwards. When a single tear rolled down his left cheek, she tenderly stroked it away with her thumb, leaving her hand to cup his cheek. He gasped at her touch, and suddenly his lips were upon hers. Tender but dasperate, as if she would dissappear at any time. Her hand moved up to comb his soft raven hair, and he slowly closed his arms around her, mirroring her movement.
He let go off her lips and rested his forhead agains hers, leaning his elbows against the wall, keeping her captured in his desperate embrace.
"Marry me" he breathed.

His magic felt like electricety, making his hands tremble and his skin prickle. His lips were still tingling of her touch, distracting him immensely as he tried to focus upon her eyes. Her pretty brown gaze was reflecting a soft golden light. She was staring back at him in both confusion and disbelief.

"I- I don't know what to say..." she whispered. He smiled lazily.
"Say yes" he suggested as casual as possible.
She swallowed thickly, before opening her mouth to say something, frowning lightly. "I don't even know your name..." she said quietly.

Suddenly the air felt choking. Every muscle in his body tensed and his eyes widened.
She didn't remember him? He blinked, and felt his blood run cold. He wasn't able to focus on anything, felt tears of frustration burning behind his eyes, and he decided to take a step back, still leaning on the wall, but it was enough to make her let go.
But she didn't remember.
She didn't love him.

His magic swirled restlessly, his palms were sweaty and his whole being shivered. He needed her to love him, he needed- her. More than anything in the world right now. He swallowed, his voice thick with emotion.
"You- you don't remember me?" but he already knew the answer.
"I- I'm sorry but-" she stammered, before shaking her head slowly.

He stepped back, feeling his magic burning inside his fists. He lowered his gaze to the ground, frowning deeply and sucking in a sharp breath through his nose.
He let out a low grunt and slammed his fist into the old Castle wall. A wave of build up energy emerged from his fist, before the wall suddenly cracked. The Castle trembled with a low thunder-like sound, before it became deathly quiet.
Merlin could feel his power float out of him, leaving him suddenly with not enough strength to keep him upright.
He saw that Freya was backing away from him, but he could do nothing other than stare forlornly at her. He knew he couldn't stand upright for much longer but managed to do so until she left him behind with a hasty curtsey.
"Freya", his legs gave up on him and he slided down the wall and onto the cold floor.

Aawawaw... Poor Merlin, come here, I'll comfort you ;)

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