Hey guys, SERIOSLYNICK here, giving you a little one-shot, based off of 'Hollow Queen'. It's an alternate ending, during the dinner. Sorry for not updating in a long time, I had a couple problems I needed to take care of. Merlin reminiscing of Freya warning, so if you don't like some sad Frelin, don't read. I personally don't mind them. It would be awesome if she lived, though. So yea, spoilers for Season 5 episode 8. Read and review.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
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Merlin
"So, Merlin. Why don't you tell us about her?" Arthur asked, expecting an argument.
Merlin looked at Gwen for a long time while pouring her water. Betrayal in his carefully masked face. Gwen saw, and she smiled. "Yes, Merlin. Tell us." She said politely. Faked, of course.
Merlin smiled at her politely. Also faked. Two can play at this game, my lady. He sarcastically thought. "Ah yes. She was perfect, my lord." Merlin began, "Her name was Freya."
To her credit, Gwen actually looked surprised. Merlin glanced at Arthur, and saw he had his eyebrow raised in disbelief. "Freya." Arthur said.
Merlin nodded. "Yes, I'm sure you would have liked her." He said, smiling cheerfully all the while. He spared a glance at Gwen, and seeing her barely disguised surprise, he smiled all the more cheerfully. Then, after looking at Arthur, all the memories of her came back, full force. Especially of how she died.
Merlin swallowed back those memories, they would be of no use as of right now.
"Continue, Merlin." Arthur ordered.
Merlin nodded. "Alright." Merlin began. "She was-is beautiful." Merlin finished. He almost slipped. If Arthur found out she died, he would ask questions. Questions he couldn't answer. Not yet, anyways.
"Go on." Arthur impatiently said.
"Yes, Merlin. Go on. It sounds like I would like to meet this Freya." Gwen added.
Merlin turned his head toward Gwen, glaring at her full force. Luckily, Arthur couldn't see. "And I would just love if you could meet her." He said with barely disguised venom. And hate.
Gwen could see the venom, however. And the part of her that was the old Gwen, mourned bitterly for the hate Merlin has for her. The new Gwen, however, smiled brightly. "That would be wonderful." She said.
Arthur playfully glared at Merlin. "Stop stalling, Merlin!" He ordered.
"Of course, my lord. She likes strawberries." Merlin said. As if that was all he would have to say.
Arthur rolled his eyes, annoyed. "More, Merlin! Where does she live, how old is she?!" He asked.
"She is my age." Merlin answered, avoiding the other question.
"And where does she live, Merlin?!" Arthur asked, completely fed up with Merlin avoiding the questions.
Merlin snapped. How dare he think this is some stupid crush on someone. After all Arthur has done for her, this is the worst insult. "She lives in the lake of Avalon!" He yelled.
Arthur looked unperturbed. "Who lives in a lake?" He asked.
That did it. Merlin was furious. Calm yourself, Merlin. He thought to himself. He counted to ten, then said, "It's her grave, Arthur." Before Arthur could reply, Merlin stormed out of the room. Because he can never see Freya again. He can never feel the touch of her hand on his. He can never hear her voice on his ears. He could never taste her lips on his. They were wishes that can never come true. Ever. She was dead, he was alive. It was an impossible barrier between their love. A barrier no one can ever over come. The only thing he could do is keep on living. Just grin and bare it, his motto. Because that's the only thing he could rely on. Himself.
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Yea, bad ending, I know. Sorry. I couldn't think of how else to finish it. Did you like it? Tell me what you think. Check out my other stories. And if you are reading my story, Life as a Royal, I'll update sometime today. Again, read and review.
