Freya was nearly having a panic attack as she slid down the wall, gripping Merlin's arm for dear life. To escape and meet the best man in this cruel world, only to have him ripped from her. When they were caught he would surely be severely punished, and she would be placed in that cage, stuck with that horrible man again. She couldn't bare these thoughts and she just cried as quietly as she could. Merlin lit a candle and took her hand gently, trying to comfort her.
"Their going to find me," her distress obvious. "I can't go back in that cage... I can't..."
She pulled his hand to her lips as he calmed her with soothing words, "I won't let that happen. I promised you I'd look after you, and I will. No matter what."
Her breath calmed as she considered just how good Merlin was. He hardly knew her and yet he was willing to risk his life to help her, protect her. She knew he would keep his promise.
She could feel his gaze on her face as he whispered, "You really don't realize how special you are, do you?" His question was in complete earnest.
Freya's eyes rose to his warm blue eyes. Not since her family died had she felt anywhere near special. She was a monster, a bloodthirsty beast. She knew she could never deserve such a wonderful person calling her special. It seemed almost unlawful. Despite how wrong she knew it should've been, she just felt her heart quiver, telling her it was more than right, meeting Merlin.
The question couldn't help but be asked, "You're not scared of me?" She feared the answer, though she knew what it would be.
He shook his head, never taking his eyes from hers, "Being different is nothing to be scared of," her heart quaked again at his kindness, his all-knowing sensitivity. She couldn't help but be moved by his statement. It felt so wonderful to be accepted.
What happened next was much more wonderful than feeling accepted. Merlin leaned forward slowly until their lips touched. It was her first kiss. Her first love. For the first time in so long Freya felt happy. She knew then that she loved Merlin. And she always would. She couldn't think about what would happen later since she was still a fugitive, all she knew was the warlock's warmth spilling into her very soul.
When their lips parted she saw that his face was moist, similar to hers. Freya wondered if he had felt the same thing she had. Her head leaned lightly on his shoulder as her stroked her hand softly. It felt perfect right there, just Merlin and Freya. It felt as it the could escape the world and everything evil in it. Together they were just free.