Hello all! this is a Fem!Merlin/Leon as I think there needs to be more Leon fics out there!
Arthur is King.
All spells in welsh.
Set during the end of series 4 ish
And Leon is around 26 ish (for this fic anyway) and Merlyn 23 ish. The other Knights are around 25
And all of Leon's bad reaction towards magic is a disguise a way to remain hidden :)
:)

Leon POV:
I and the other Knights were once again at the tavern, Gwaine having dragged us along.
We were sat around a table, all the others on their second tankard already when I had barely gone through half of one, waiting the arrival of Arthur.
And Merlyn... A voice taunts, its voice sounding annoyingly like Gwaine's.
And just as though the very man was reading my thoughts it announces:
"Made a move on Merlyn yet?" Gwaine smirks and I spit the mead I just taken a sip of across his face at the bluntness of his question.
"Wh..what?" I stutter.
"Oh come on Leon! We all know you are madly in love with her!" He reply's as he wipes away the mead I had spat all over his face.
"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about!" I exclaim, my cheeks burning.
I am, totally NOT in love with Merlyn! Pffft... One voice in my head denies as it always did.
Oh, who are you kidding? You have been since the first time you saw her! Love at first sight as they say... The other voice says.

"Honestly Leon, your going with that answer? Why do you deny yourself of such affections? I know, that we know, that you know, that you are in love with her!" Gwaine blurts out the alcohol he had consumed already taking its affect.
"I..I..Urm" I stammer, not knowing what to say but luckily the front door of the Rising Sun opened, the bell chiming and in strode Arthur.
Saved by the bell...I chuckle inside my head.

As he walks to us, my eye brows knit together in confusion and worry as Merlyn does not follow after him.
"Where's Merlyn?" I ask myself concern thick in my voice, not really realising I had said it out loud until I hear snigger's come from the other's and Arthur saying:
"Why, Are you worried about her?" He teases.
"No!" I quickly deny but really, I was.
"Its okay Leon, she has gone to pick herbs for Gaius. She wont be long, she'll get here soon. nothing to get so concerned about" He says a smirk on his face.
I grunt in reply, my brain in another world.
The mere mention of Merlyn alone in the woods making my body tense, a need to protect her coming over me.
Even if she had magic, it was not safe for a maiden to wonder the forest alone, especially as nightfall was upon us.
At the thought of her magic my minds trails off even further, back to five months ago.

~Flashback~

It had been a long day and we were all settling down after the endless hours of hunting.
We had set bed rolls on the forest floor, spread out around the fire.
I had lay mine a few meters away from the fire.
I look towards my left and I spot Merlyn, she was only a mere stride away, her bed roll beneath her as she leaned on a tree, her eyes closed.
She looked exhausted, her slender body tiered after the long day of walking and carrying all of Arthur's things.
I feel my heart melt as the sight of her.
She was mesmerizing to look at and I could do so all day.
But soon Arthur's voice broke my trance.
"Merlyn! Stop dozing around and get to work!" He commands making Merlyn jump, her gorgeous blue eyes instantly snapping open.
"Alright, Alright, I'm coming you turnip!" She mutters under her breath and I had to stop myself from laughing, as she catches my eye and sends a knowing smile and a wink of mischief towards me.
I then watch silently as she gets to work, her small hands grabbing a pot and the ingredients needed, before starting to make our supper.

Over the years that passed, after when she first came to Camelot, I had felt myself falling deeper, drowning in thoughts of her as if I was under water struggling for breath. She had overtaken my heart, her kindness, bravery, loyalty and her heart of gold had demolished all the walls I had built around me. Her beauty stealing my breath every time she looked my way, her smile devastatingly gorgeous.
Her eyes were my favourite feature her, they were coloured sea blue as if they were the very thing I was drowning in.
Her cheek bones I wanted to trail my fingers over and down her pale creamy neck, my lips following the trail upwards until they met her's, something I had wanted to do for so long
I had denied my feelings for her for years, but as I got closer to her, knowing more and more about her I could feel myself crumbling.
But still I had to keep my feelings hidden, nothing would come from the relationship for there was no way she felt the same.

I watch as she grimaces, picking up the two dead rabbits and a Knife, eyes glancing at the rabbit to the knife, sadness and acceptance in her eyes as she knew what she had to do.
I knew she hated the job of skinning animals, in fact if she had it her way the animals wouldn't even be dead.
I sympathised with her, and strode to her side taking the dead animals from her hands, my large hands coming into contact with her soft ones, as I slump to the floor by her side.
"Let me" I say as I take the knife from her hand as well, noticing how she shivered slightly as our hands brushed together again, mine warm against hers.
I decide to ignore the shiver, it was a coincidence, she was merely reacting to the cold night air that blew through the forest...
Very little did I know.

I soon get to work, the knife taking the fur off the rabbit.
I gut the rabbit, before placing chunks of the rabbit into the pot, where she had cut various vegetables into.
"Thanks" She mutters as she places water into the pot, as Gwaine and Percy lit a fire.
"Its okay" I answer shortly and I walk away back to my bed roll, washing the blood from my hand's before sitting back down and watching as she worked.
'If she was mine she wouldn't have to work another day in her life' I thought to myself quickly ushering the thought away.
After about 30 minutes she calls us over, handing us bowls of steaming stew.
I thank her as I took a seat next to her, Elyan on my other side, pushing me over towards her as he makes room for himself.
I feel our shoulders and thighs brush together as I blush, her touch making me shiver all over.
It was around and hour later, we all had finished our stew's ages before and were sat around the fire talking about anything and everything.
Gwaine with his drunken Adventures.
Percy with his child hood stories.
Elyan with his jokes.
Arthur with is stories of his adventures, and how he always saves the day.
It was only I and Merlyn who sat quietly, listening intently to what the others where saying.
Her shoulder were now resting on mine her head lulling to the side slumping on my shoulder as she tried to remain awake, one of her hands on my back clutching the bottom of my shirt and the other had wrapped itself in mine as she starts to fall asleep.
I look up to spot Gwaine smirking at me, his eyes darting down to Merlyn then back at me wiggling his eyes brows suggestively.

It was another ten minutes or so before Arthur suggests us all having an early night sleep and something about "A long day ahead of us tomorrow".
By then Merlyn had fallen asleep, her head having slumped from where it rested on my shoulder and now lay on my lap, my hands had moved to her her as if having a mind of their own and had unties her braid, running through her long ebony locks.
"Leon, you are on first watch. Wake Gwaine up next. Percival will be after followed by me then Elyan" I hear Arthur say, bringing me out of my trance and I pick Merlyn up into my arm's and walk her over to her bed roll, placing her onto it, before grabbing her blanket and tucking it over her, letting my thumb trail her face for a second before I stand straight, walking to my own bed roll.
So that was how I found myself a blanket around my shoulders, staring into the night, watching the stars glimmer in the sky as if they were almost winking down at me.
I could hear the distant calls of owls echo through the forest and the snores which came from the others.
I turn to my head, finding my breath stolen from my lungs as the moon had cast a illuminating light onto Merlyn's pale face making her look as if she glowing, her black, ebony long locks, down from its usual braid flowed down her shoulders framing her alluring face.
I watch as she slept, her steady breathing close by, making me want to sleep, as if it was a lullaby.
Then she mutters in her sleep and my eyes snap open, never realising when I had closed them, sleep instantly gone.
Her once peaceful face was now scrunched up if fear and panic as she utters a whimper.
"No..." I hear her say as I threw away my blanket.
"Please don't..." She cries and I rush to her side my hand on her smooth cheeks.
"Merlyn" I whisper my thumb stoking her cheek.
"I'm sorry...Please!...No" she says her voice now getting slightly louder.
"Merlyn, Wake up" I say, my other hand moving to her shoulder shaking it slightly.
"I was born this way...Please...Leon...I..." She cries her shoulders starting to shake as my heart clenches as she mentions my name.
She was having a nightmare, and it looked to be about me.
I could never hurt her, she knew that... Right?
"Leon...No!...Please.." She sobs tears now leaking down her cheeks.
"Merlyn, Wake up!" I exclaim shaking her shoulders harder now in desperation to get her out of the nightmare.
"My magic...is good...you have to believe me" She stutters.
I stop shaking her shoulders for a second in shock, my eyes wide.
Merlyn has magic? I thought to myself, but when I thought about it, it made complete sense.
The mysterious falling branches.
Bandits finding themselves weapon less.
The Knights, Arthur and I surviving so many fatal, impossible situations.
Enemy's easily thwarted.
The list went on.
And I knew she was no threat, in fact I didn't care she had magic at all.
I remembered my own Father, a sorcerer before he was killed during the purge.
Magic ran through my blood, although I did not know if I had inherited my Farther's powerful magic, I still could heal impossibly fast with a mere word, the only spell I knew.
And as I finally woke Merlyn and her eyes faded from golden to blue, it confirmed what she said.
"Merlyn?" I ask as her eyes found mine and she lunged at me before I could utter a word, her arms wrapping around my waist as she cried into my chest.
The plan on telling her she had nothing to fear, about her secret never being revealed by me flying out the window as she melted into my side, quiet sobs reaching my ears.
"Hush" I soothe my hand trailing up and down her back as she cried, one hand stroking her hair.

After a few minutes I pull back, lifting her chin with my hand so she looked me in the eyes.
"Merlyn, you have nothing to fear. Your magic, your secret is safe with me" I tell her as her eyes grew wide in shock and fear.
"Wh..what?" she stutters "I...I..."
"Its okay, I have magic" I admit, a slight weight being lifted off of my shoulders at finally being able to tell someone with no fear of being killed.
"What...You?...Magic?" She utters in disbelief.
"I'm not sure how strong it is, I can heal myself but I haven't tried any more than that" I tell her.
"But...but..how?" She questions her eyes staring hopefully into mine, as if she was relived to have found someone like her.
"My Father, he had magic. Powerful magic. He was one of Uther's magical army, until he died, killed during the purge. Uther let me live as he thought I had not inherited my Fathers powers and followed my mother's side. It first showed when I was twelve and by then Uther thought me entirely magic free, and I did not dare to use it. How do you have magic?" I ask, curious at how she had her's, she said she was born with it, but how much did she posses?.
"My Father to, gave me my gifts. In fact you have heard of him" she whispers back.
"I have?" I question stunned I knew of her Father.
"Yes. Balinor the last Dragonlord was my Father. I am the last dragonlady"
"Balinor! I'm so sorry-" I start realising she had lost her Father most likely right in front of her, but she cut me off.
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault." She sniffs, the thought of her Father obviously a painful one.
"How much magic do you have?" I ask, changing the subject from her dead Father.
"Have you heard of Emrys?" She ask's, and of course I had, everyone with magic abilities had. Emrys was our saviour, the future of magic.
"Yes" I answer.
"Well...urm...your looking at Emrys" She announces casually as if it was a minor thing.
"WHA-!?" I might as well have shouted as she clamped a hand on my mouth to stop the sound.
"Shh!" She exclaims her eyes wide as she looked around to see if anyone had woken, which no one had.
"Your Emrys!" I whisper shouted, shocked.
"Urm..yes" She says ducking her head to stop me from spotting the red blush that crossed her cheeks, and I found myself in awe.
The most powerful magic user to ever walk the Earth was sat, her arms wrapped around my waist as she takes comfort from me.
"I...uh...wow" I manage to say rendered almost speechless and she giggles quietly at my reaction.
I sit there for what felt like hours, dazed at her reveal.
I didn't even notice she had fallen asleep until her head landed on my neck, her hot breath against it making me shiver, goose bumps covering my skin.
I feel myself sleepy and drained, the events of today, the shock of Merlyn being Emrys, making me tiered.
I kick Gwaine with my long leg's from where I sat, him conveniently not far away, my shift now ending.
"Whaaa?..." I hear him mutter sleepily as his eyes open and he look's up, his eye brows shooting upwards, raising at the fact Merlyn was in my arm's, practically sat on my lap.
"Your shift" I mutter before he could say a word.
"Wha?" He asks again, confused as he points at Merlyn.
"Nightmare" Was my only explanation as I shuffle backwards, Merlyn on my lap, until my back met a tree and I lay my head on it as I bring Merlyn closer, Gwaine already forgotten.
I grab Merlyn's blanket, wrapping it around us.
The shock of Merlyn being Emrys, a Dragonlady and a sorceress, had now started to ebb away, and as I start to fall asleep, Merlyn in my arms and I felt safe, protected, her magic now seeping from her as if wrapping its self around my less powerful one.
And so with the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against mine, her steady heartbeat and her magic soothing me, I fell into the most blissful slumber.

~End of Flashback~

"Leeeon..! Hello...? Is anyone in there...? Eaaarth to Leon...Whoo hooo!" A voice breaks into my thoughts and my eyes are instantly on its owner, Gwaine.
"Ah! He's back everyone! Sir Leon is back from the land of Merlyn!" Gwaine exclaims again as the others laugh.
A blush made its way across my cheeks and I quickly pick my tankard up and took a long gulp of the liquid.
"Yeah, Leon mate, your going to need more of that to get her out of your mind" Elyan comments as my blush brightens.
"What is it, national pick on Leon day?" I exclaim trying to rid my face of its redness.
"Indeed, its not very nice to pick on people" Percival defends me.
"Thanky-"I start but Percival's voice booms over mine.
"Merlyn wouldn't like it very much!" he chuckles and I groan, lowering my head to the table in embarrassment.
"That's enough, men... Merlyn will be here any minute and we don't want to embarrass Leon in front of her" Arthur adds and I groan louder as they carry on with their teasing.
"Oh do you all remember the last feast we attended, and Gwen dressed Merlyn in that dress! I think Leon's Jaw hit the floor!" Gwaine laughs.
Oh, trust me I thought.
I remember that night, very clearly in fact.

~Flashback 3 weeks earlier~

We all stood, Arthur, I and my other brother's in arms, waiting for the arrival of the Queen and Merlyn who had been called from Arthur side around 2 hours ago (not that I was counting).
"Why do you think Gwen wants Merlyn?" Gwaine ask's.
"No Idea. That's all Gwen said was Merlyn would be joining the feast as a guest and would not be serving tonight" Arthur answers and we all nod in reply.
"You going to get her to dance?" Gwaine ask's as he leaned closer to me whispering his question into my ear.
Ever since the others had found Merlyn wrapped in my arms the morning after she revealed her magic, and Gwaine told them she had a nightmare, all of the Knights had been teasing me on the subject of Merlyn.
Gwaine made at least two comments a day, even before that morning, he had thought Merlyn and I were courting.
I blush at his question, something I found myself doing more and more with each day.
I was saved from answering and more embarrassment when the doors of the great hall opened.
Gwen walked through the door wearing a pale red dress and her crown on her head.
She stopped and turned her head as if she realised she was forgetting something... or someone in this case.
I watch as Gwen rolls her eyes and strides back to the doors, before reaching for something and her hand grab's onto a pale arm.
She pulls on the arm and drags out a woman.
A radiant, breath taking woman.

The woman wore a deep blue dress which clung to her body, showing off her curves and her pale skin.
She wore her hair down in curls, some of it tied back to show her face.
I gasp when I finally realise who it was.
It was Merlyn.
Her blue eyes were made bluer by the make-up Gwen properly had made her wear, and her natural beauty was increased by the blush she wore as people's heads turned to her and she was well passed the beauty of Morgana.
"Oi, Leon mate, close your mouth. Your dribbling" Gwaine comments and I instantly shut my mouth, not even realising I was gaping.
But I couldn't stop myself from staring, my eyes looking her up and down marvelling the beautiful creature who strode my way.
And then she was before me, her eyes staring at the floor and I had to stop myself from reaching for her and lifting her chin and drown in her beauty.
But as if she read my mind her head lifted and she looked up at me and I feel all my breath rush from my body, but we didn't get to say anything before Arthur told everyone to take their seats.
"May I, My Lady?" I question holding out my arm offering it for her to take.
"You may, Sir Leon" She answers taking my arm into her hand and I guide her to the table where an extra seat had been placed at the table.
"You look stunning tonight...urm...not that you don't everyday..." I stutter and I hear her giggle.
"Thank you. You look very handsome yourself, Leon" She compliments and I watch as she blushes, my face surly doing the same.
"Thank you" I reply as I lead her to the middle of the long table where the rest of the Knights were already sitting or getting to their seats.
I pull back a seat for her as she sat and I took the seat next to her.

We were sat there for twenty minutes Gwaine, I, Merlyn, Percy and Elyan talking as we ate, chatting amongst ourselves, the others complementing Merlyn as she blushes adorably, and I feel my heart flutter.
It was then, when we where half way through the main course, when one of the eldest Knights called Sir James decided to mutter to another of the Knights.
"What is a bastard peasant doing on the Royal table?" He whispers, not particularly quietly either as I watch Gwaine, Percy and Elyan clench their fists.
I see Merlyn flinch at the man's words and I act indistinctly grabbed her hand, trying to give her some comfort and support.
"I would watch you tongue Sir James!" I growl making everyone on the table and even the servants around us to look towards me.
"Anything wrong Sir Leon?" I hear Arthur ask from the top of the table.
"Not any more, Sire" I answered my voice cold as I glare at the offending Knight warning him not to speak again, making him shuffle nervously in his seat as I receive a nod from Arthur in answer.
It was only a mere minute later after everyone was talking and eating again Sir James dared to speak again, stupidly commenting:
"Looks like she has the other Knights wrapped around her little finger. The wench properly slept her way up." He utters his voice snobbish as if he thought himself better than Merlyn.
I feel Merlyn's hand tighten around mine before they slip from my hand completely and she stands, her chair flying to the floor in her rush.
"Excuse me" She says, her voice shaky and full of emotion and before I could do anything she was out the door.
I feel anger build its way up. How dare he speak to MY Merlyn in such a way!
Then the anger built to a breaking point and I shove the chair from behind me, nearly hitting a servant on its path to the floor.
"How dare you. You are a pathetic man and you do not deserve the title you have been graced with" I shout standing quickly on my feet.
"Leon?" Arthur ask/exclaims "What are yo-" But he didn't get to finish his sentence as I was already striding away, rushing after Merlyn, knowing Gwaine and the other's would defend her.
I run through the corridors, sprinting to the one place I knew she would be.

Over the past four months or so, I had gotten to know Merlyn better than anyone else. I knew everything about her and she me.
I knew when her birthday was, how tall she was, what her Favourite colour was, her favourite food, all the things she has done for Arthur and Camelot, all her scars, her magic, all her flaws (which where not very many).
I even knew she had a birth mark on her right hip.
She went to me for help, advise and sometimes even protection.
She had become my life, her, my brothers and Camelot the things I lived for.
I finally reach the balcony that over looked the royal garden's, a place where I had frequently found myself.
And there she was, standing her mind a million miles away, her eyes looking out into the dark sky as tears fell down her cheeks.
Oh my poor Merlyn. I thought as I made my way to her wrapping my arms around her and she instantly leaned into my embrace, her face buried into my neck and I feel my shirt dampen in her tears.
"Leon is that what people thinks of me? A wench?...I..." She whimpers and I clutch her tighter to me.
"I've got you" I comfort, one of my hands stoking her long hair while the thumb of my other hand, which held her waist, circled the skin underneath her shirt.
It wasn't long until the tears dried, her sobs quietened and her shoulders stopped trembling.
I feel her head lift from where she had nestles into my neck, and I look down towards her, my light blue eyes meeting her darker ones.
I unconsciously lean in, her eyes like magnets attracting me to her and before I knew what was happening she had leaned up and her lip's brushed against mine, a light caress of what I craved.
"Merly-" I mutter against her lips but I didn't get to finish my sentence before her lip's crashed against mine.
Her lips were soft against mine, and she moves her head to the right making her lips fit even better against me and I let out a moan.
Her hand glided up my chest, moving up the sides of my neck and wove into my hair, gripping the ends of my curly hair, massaging the nape of neck.
She pulled my body closer into her's as she strains upwards, pressing harder into me, her body fitting perfectly into mine as if she was made for me, and I her.
Her lips tasted sweet as my tongue trailed along her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth letting me in as I wrap my arms around her waist bringing her as close as possible as I explore the inside of her mouth.
"LEON! MERLYN!" A voice says and we jump apart, our breathing heavy, lips swollen as we stare shocked into each others eyes.
"Merlyn I-" I start, wanting to tell her but Gwaine and Arthur's footsteps were nearing and she took a step further back from me.

"Ah! There they are!" Gwaine exclaims breaking the moment between us completely.

As Gwaine and Arthur get to our sides I vowed to myself to tell her.
But do I deserve Emrys? I questioned myself doubting the most powerful sorcerer in the world would want me, a Knight of Camelot.

~End of Flashback~

MEANWHILE:
Merlyn POV:
"Right...First thing on thee list...Lavender..." I speak to myself my eyes reading the list, before keen eyes trailed the forest for the violet coloured plant.
I was once again had found myself in the forest, collecting herbs for Gaius. He said he was running low on supplies as a flu had spread through the lower towns and he needed more herbs to keep up with the peoples demands.
I wonder deeper and deeper into the forest, ticking off herbs as I went.
Lavender.
Basil.
Sage.
Thyme.
Rosemary.
Garlic...
That leaves Radish, Wormwood, Comfrey, Yarrow and Saffron.
I contemplate, too far stuck into my thoughts to notice the trap that lay in wait.
I walk onwards not finding the herb I needed anywhere.
It was darkening out, the sky morphing into an almost black colour, but I ignore the darkening sky, needing to find the damned herbs before going home and collapsing onto my bed.
My eyes dart around the forest floor as I walked, trying so desperately to spot the next herb on the list.
I walk through the trees, noticing how they started to thin out, becoming more spread out.
"Yes!" I exclaim as I spot Yarrow, growing meters away.
I start to rush to them, wanting to tick another herb of my list, but the giant body of a man stepped in front of me, his large build blocking me way.
I hear more footsteps and I look, darting around to see at least 15 men closing in on me.
"Hello, pretty lady" The big brute in front of me rumbles.
"Please...Just let me go" I attempt to talk my way out, hoping they would leave me be, but it only made the smirk the large man wore grow.
"No chance! We have questions and you will answer them" The giant man's gruff voice tells me.
"What makes you so sure I will answer any of your questions, filth?" I retort, my voice sharp.
I soon regret the remark as the back of his hand smashes into my cheek and my head snaps to the side, my cheek already stinging and feeling bruised.
"Listen her, girl! You will tell us the answers I seek!" The man sneer's his fist colliding with my face again and I crumble to the floor, the force behind the punch making me dazed for a second as his giant foot smacks into my ribs.
"This is no way to treat a woman! Have you no honour?! You are merely cowards! I will tell you nothing!" I snarl and before I could ready myself his steel capped boot, collided again into my ribs and I feel one give way under the pressure and it cracks, making a burst of pain to radiate from the pain filled area.
The foot crashes into my body several more times, thrice into my stomach, once into my chest, another 3 to my already pained and broken. I try to curl myself into a ball, to cover the important parts of my body but the kicks kept on coming.
Then they stopped and I moan in pain that seemed to make itself known all over my upper body.
I feel sweaty, beefy hands grab my small wrists before dragging me across the floor and I whimper slightly as the movement bought more pain on my body.
The man that was dragging me then threw me into a tree, my back slamming painfully into the hard wood.
I then feel my hands being roughly pulled behind my back and tied achingly tight around the tree.
"Now, tell me where King Arthur stores his maps of Camelot, the castle and the under ground tunnels" The man demands.
"I have not idea where they are kept, I am a lowly servant" I answer, proud my voice remained strong and unwavering.
Slap. Was the sound which echoed through the silent forest as his hand smack my face, harder that ever before.
"You lie! You are the King's personal Maidservant. Now tell me!" He demands.
"No!" I snarl back ready for the hit and when it came I made no sound of pain.
Leon! I'm in trouble. Bandits. Can't get loose, tied up. Beat me. Hurts. I send Leon the telepathic message, knowing he would have heard it. After all since I had revealed my magic, his had grown stronger, and what he thought was weak magic was in fact strong but untrained.
He now knew as many spells as I, and I knew he would find me.
It was less than a couple of minutes before I hear his reply.
I'm on my way. You'll be safe soon. And with his words I found strength and comfort knowing he was on his way.
It had been merely weeks since I kissed his and I still felt my self blush at the thought.
I knew, he would not return my feelings. It had been years since I came to Camelot and Leon had caught my eye at first sight, but it seemed he did not return the feeling.
I also knew we could never be, I was a servant he the second Knight in command.
I feel my heart sink and shatter at the thought, loving a man who would never love you back more painful than the wound afflicted on my body.
"Tell me what I want to know and I will let you go" the man growls.
"I have already told you. Never" I yell.
"Tell us!" He snaps.
"Never, cowards!" I shout, and then I felt it.
His presence. The safety, comfort and warmth radiated from him his magic announcing his arrival.
"I will not ask again, wench. Where does the King keep his maps of the castle?!" He shouts for what felt like the millionth time and I had started to get annoyed ans tiered of his constant repetitiveness.
"I feel his slap hard against my face but I don't let out a sound. I watch as his foot nears me.
"I really would not injure me more that you already have, if I was you" I warn the scum who stood before me feeling Leon's anger and protectiveness rise.
"And why's that? Gonna fight back? I don't think so wench!" as his hand slap's my face, for the what? Fifth time? sixth? I had lost count.
"Uh oh! Now you've done it" I laugh feeling the magic building inside of Leon and I knew he wouldent be able to hold it in.
And just as I suspected a wave of golden light smashed into the men.

Leon POV:
I blush to myself, the thought of the kiss we shore still making me shiver.
I still hadn't told her of my feelings, fear of being rejected making me think again about telling her.
"Here you go mate" Arthur says and I look up as he gives us all another tankard of alcohol.
I was about to say no to the drink, not even having finished the first yet when her voice broke through my mind:
Leon! I'm in trouble. Bandits. Can't get loose, tied up. Beat me. Hurts. Her voice tells me, it shook in fear and I was promptly on my feet.
"Leon, where are you go-" Percival starts.
"No time." Was my only reply and I run out the door, rushing into the streets.
Sprinting down the lower town towards the stables, desperate to get to Merlyn as fast as I could.
I'm on my way. You'll be safe soon. I tell her as I arrive at the stables jumping clear over the outer fence.
I rush past the bumbling stable boy to my horse not bothering with the saddle, and I rush to put the bridle on before jumping on the horse bareback.
"Ffeindiwch, Emrys" (Find, Emrys) I mutter my eyes flashing gold.
Since Merlyn had revealed her magic to me, she had taught me some simple spells, this among them.
She had gave me a ring to wear, which she could track me, anywhere I was and she had a matching one which I could track her from.
A line of gold appeared before me, passing just outside the stables where Merlyn must have walked to get to the forest.
"Yah!" I shout nudging my grey gelding, Storm, at the sides with my feet, urging the large animal into a canter.
"Go! Faster" I urge kicking the horse as its long leg's strode faster as they ate at the ground below.
I was soon into the forest following the golden trail, the gold colour getting brighten and richer the closer to her I got.
It took less than 10 minutes for the gold to shimmer so bright I had to look away for a second.
"Tell us!" A deep voice shouts only a few meters away and I quickly and silently jump from my horse.
"Never, cowards!" Merlyn's voice exclaims back, her bravery and loyalty towards Camelot making me swell with pride.
"I will not ask again, wench. Where does the King keep his maps of the castle?!" The man growls as I sneak closer, swiftly making my way in between tree to tree. I hear the slap noise and I instantly look up to see the man's foot move backwards ready to kick her when she speaks.
"I really would not injure me more that you already have, if I was you" She threatens and I knew, she could feel my presence, knew I was here
"And why's that? Gonna fight back? I don't think so wench!" He taunts his hand smacking MY Merlyn and anger took over me.
Pure rage, seeping from my body in powerful waves and I couldn't stop it.
"Uh oh! Now you've done it" I hear Merlyn's voice say, as my magic erupts from my body, a gold uncontrollable wave flows from my body.
It hits the men closest to Merlyn, the pure power of the wave killing or knocking the men out.
The remaining men ran away, cowards that they where, with their tails between their legs.
"Merlyn!" I exclaim running to her side, sinking to my knees as I cup her face as tears of relief trailed down her bruised cheek.
I feel anger flaring up again at the sight of her face, her beautiful untouched skin purple and black and blemished.
"Oh Merlyn..." I trail off my thumbs skimming over the bruises, lightly tracing her cheeks.
"Leon... I know I'm glad...no overjoyed to see you but could you please untie me?" She pleads and I nearly slap my brow for my stupidity, of course she wanted to her hands free.
"Why didn't you use magic?" I question as I walk round the tree, untying her dainty hand's from the rough rope.
"Too much pain. Would have wiped out my energy" She says as the rope falls to the floor and she would have followed if I hadn't caught her.
"Where did they hurt you?" I ask my voice shaking slightly in anger at the thought of them laying their grubby hands on Merlyn.
"My ribs, stomach, chest, back and my face" She says, her voice trembling her breathing sounding shallow.
"Can I...um...May I...check your wounds?" I stutter.
"Urm...Yes" She answers.
I move her backwards and lean her on the tree she was previously tied to.
My heart squeezes in guilt as she whimpers in pain, the sound like a puppy being kicked.
I then shuffle closer to her, my hands moving down her body from where one rested on her shoulder and the other on her cheek.
My hands move under her shirt trailing lightly up her ribs, feeling cracked bones beneath, taking the shirt she wore up as my hands moved upwards stopping at the bottom of her chest.
I look down and I growl in fury at the sight of her.
Her abdomen was covered in blackening bruises, the shape of the man's boot clear.
Her ribs were a dark purple almost black colour.
I dare not look further up from where my hands rested.
"Merls..." I mutter, overwhelmed with the feeling of pure rage and the feel of my magic mingling with Merlyn's, hers trying to soothe my anger and comfort me.
"I'm okay, Leon. I will heal" She says raising her hand to my cheek her thumb caressing my cheek.
I feel my heart skip a beat, a swell of the love I felt for her begging to be announced.
"Merlyn I lo-" I start but then her eyes grew wide, fear clouding her sea blue eyes.
"NO!" She screams and before I knew what was happening, my back hit the floor her body sprawling over mine.
It was then I felt something warm soaking into my shirt, seeping through the thin material of my shirt onto my skin.
"Merlyn?" I question panic making me shake with fear.
I turn her over, so she lay on her back.
Her face was pale, paler than usual and her eyes were swimming with tears of pain.
I then look down and my heart stops.
A long dagger soaked in her crimson blood, stuck out of her tender flesh, the skin around it torn.
"No...Oh god no..." I cry my hands instantly on her stomach, pressing down on the wound, desperately trying to stop the river of blood which kept on flowing.
"Merlyn...Please don't leave me" I plead as her eyes start to droop, tears starting to blur my vision.
Then I hear it, the sound of a snapping twig and instantly my anger grew, the blood which seeped through my hands fuelling anger like wood to a flame.
I turn and spot a bandit, standing next to a tree, a matching dagger to the one embedded in Merlyn stomach, his raised hand ready to strike and my magic exploded.
How dare he hurt My Merlyn, how dare he hurt my heart in such a way, for she was my heart and it was bleeding in pain, if she was to die then so would I.
And with the flash of my eyes the ruffian fell, his heart of black stopping before he hit the ground as In roar in anger and pain.
I pull the dagger out of her skin electing a scream of pain from her, making my heart cry in pain.
"I'm so sorry" I say, failing to swallow the lump in my throat.
"Leo..n" Her voice says the sound barely over a whisper.
"I'm here. Don't worry. I will heal you" I sob, tears now falling from my eyes, falling on her pale cheeks entwining with hers.
"Le..on...I l..ove...you" She manages to gasp out and I choke out a sob.
"No...please..I love you too..don't leave.." I howl as her eyes flicker closed.
"No!...Merlyn..." I sob shamelessly, not caring any more as my shaking fingers reach her neck, pleading for a pulse to beat against my fingers, but nothing was there, her heart no longer beating, still in her chest, her pulsing magic fading.
As she left she took my heart with her and I feel empty, my very existence dwindling away.
"NO!" I howl sobbing uncontrollably.
Grief, disbelief and unbearable pain taking over my body and I shout, which ended more like wail.
"Byw!" (Live!) as my hands hover over her heart.
I cry in relief when she gasps, gulping on the air as my fingers feel a faint, slow pulse through her chest as I slump forwards, and I don't hesitate any longer.
"Wella'r clwyfau. Atal y gwaed rhag llifo mwy." (heal the wounds, stop the blood from flowing any longer) I choke out the sound weak.
I watch hopefully as the blood slows its flow, eventually halting to a stop as a thin layer of skin covers, knitting its way over the wound, but I knew she would not survive for long with out Gaius.
As quickly as I could, with out jarring her wound or tearing the new, thin layer of skin, I stand Merlyn in my arms as I strode to my horse.
I use my magic to get on my gelding, using it again to ensure she remained still and wouldn't move when my horse ran.
"GO!" I exclaim to Storm as he bolts forwards hearing the desperation in my voice as he gallops towards Camelot.
"Stay with me, My Love" I whisper clutching her carefully tighter to my body as one hand held the saddle, the reins loosely, barely laying in my hands, trusting Storm to get us safely back to Camelot, to guide us blindly through the darkness which had fallen.
Soon and to my utter relief the distant walls of the castle came into view and I break down, tucking my head into her neck as I cry.
I kick Storm's sides and his strides even faster, long muscular leg's thundering on the floor.
I gallop at full speed down the dust road, not slowing down for anything, not even stopping to wait for the gates to fully open, ducking bellow them as Storm gallops on.
The sound of his hooves echoed through the streets, as I ride franticly to the front of the castle, where the stables also where.
I pull Storm into a halt, a stable boy already taking Storms reins as he breaths heavily.
I hear my brother's voices shout my name as I rush off of my horse, holding Merlyn as tight as I dared, staring at her pale face, tears still streaming slowly down my cheeks.
"Leon! Mate wha- Oh my gosh! Merlyn!" Gwaine exclaims as he gets to my side, the others close behind.
"Please..I have to get her to Gaius" I whimper my voice weak and trembling, the shock of her dying in my arms making me tremble in grief.
"Here let me...Your shaking, Leon" Percival says his arms going for Merlyn, to take her from my arm's.
"No!" I cry not wanting to ever let her go again, fear of if I did she would disappear.
"Leon..?" Arthur asks.
"Gaius. I need to get her to Gaius" I stutter before starting to sprint towards Gaius and Merlyn's chambers.
I race on tiered legs, bursting into the chambers.
"Sir Leon. Wha..." I hear Gaius trail off, but I ignore him and rush to the patient bed, laying Merlyn as carefully as possible onto the hard bed.
"Quick, Gaius!" I exclaim as Gaius strides incredibly fast for an old man to his Ward's side.
"Oh my girl.." He trails as he quickly gets to work, scrambling to collect what he needed.
I grab her hand, hers cold in mine.
"What is her wounds?" Gaius enquires his voice calm and collected, hiding the real fear he felt.
"She has a dagger wound in her stomach, I stopped the blood and made a layer of skin grow over the hole with my magic. She has a mass of bruises on her stomach, a couple of cracked ribs possibly broken, bruised cheeks and back and also chest." I list as the rest of the knights burst into the chambers.
"Is she okay?" Arthur asks as he rushes over.
"Only time will tell. Now out, all of you! I need peace to work!" Gaius commands, but I stay firmly sat, not wanting to leave her side.
"You too Leon" Gaius says.
"No. Please let me stay!" I plead.
"I cannot. Now go! I need to treat her wounds" He tells me voice soft but demanding.
"Please...I..I..can't" I stammer my voice shaking, tears threatening to fall.
I feel arms lift me from the chair I sat in, but I quickly break away, swiftly leaning down and placing my lips softly on hers.
"I love you" I whisper kissing her forehead before the arms lead me away, my eyes glued on her unmoving body until Gaius's chamber doors close.
I slump forwards then, sinking to the floor as tears of anguish stream down my face.
I feel the arms which guided me away wrap around me and I shamelessly lean into the embrace, needing comfort.
"She died in my arms Arthur" I choke feeling the arms tighten around me.
"She's going to be fine. She's strong. We left her alive, and we'll come back to her and she will be alive" Arthur answers adding "Come, we can all go into my chambers until Gaius sends word" And with that my emotionally exhausted body is led away towards Arthur's chambers.

2 weeks later:

It had been two weeks now.
Two weeks since Gaius announced she had fallen into something he called a 'coma', which he explained as a deep,wakening sleep, and she would wake up when she was ready.
Two weeks of waiting for her to wake.
Two of sitting beside her holding her hand, only leaving her side for half an hour a day to care for myself.
Two weeks of silence.
Two weeks of feeling her magic churn inside her, but never being able to reach it and feel our magic mix together.

"Merlyn? You have to wake up now" I murmur my hands holding her's, my thumbs brushing over her small hands.
She lay on my bed, having been moved from Gaius's chambers to mine the hour he announced she was safe, far away from deaths doors.
I had decided that her bed in Gaius's chambers was too hard for a healing body, so with Gaius's permission I moved her to my chambers.

"I can't...can't live with out you any longer..." I trail off the lump in my throat returning for what felt like the millionth time in the past two weeks.
"I feel empty...so lost..." I choke out "I don't know what to do...My heart is vacant without you. Please...Emrys...I need you to wake up now. I love you with all my heart and I can no longer go on without you. To deal with everyday life with out you it hurts so bad, not to see your smile, not to hear your laugh, not to feel your magic meld so freely with mine. It hurts more than any battle wound for I'm bleeding from the inside, and no potions or healing will cure my breaking heart." I cry, lowering my head to the bed, surprised the tears which fell had not dried up already.

I was nearly asleep, emotionally exhausted, drained of energy, when a weak voice broke through my haze of sleepiness.
The voice sounded familiar, sounded of Merlyn's.
It was then I decided, my brain was a cruel, vicious thing, taunting me with the voice of the woman I loved.
"Leon" The voice repeats louder and closer, and I realise this was not my brain taunting me.
My head shoots up, my eyes instantly on her. Her blue eyes I had missed so much staring straight back at mine, ears clouding her cobalt orbs.
"Merlyn!" I exclaim pure happiness, relief and love coursing through my veins, running along my magic.
"Leon I-" She starts but I don't let her finish her sentence as my lips were on hers, pouring all the love and desperation into the kiss.
She mumbles my name against my lips before she rests her forehead on mine, her breathing fast.
"I love you too" She announces and I feel myself drowning again, drowning in her as her magic finally melted with mine again.
I lean into her again, gently kissing her soft lips, cupping her cheeks.
I pull back, keeping my hands cupped to her cheeks, loving the feel of her smooth skin beneath mine.
That was how I found myself moving her to my lap as she started to fall asleep, moving onto my bed and laying down, laying her carefully onto my chest.
I felt her wrap her arms around my waist, her legs entangling with mine as she melts into my side, our magic caressing each other to deep slumber.
I felt my eyes close, the feel of her close and alive soothing me, her magic making me feel safe, loved and protected as mine projected the same to her.
Then I joined her in her sleep, feeling whole again as she lay on me, my heart healed, the pain fading away leaving only love, and the bleeding open wounds which bled with the loss of her alleviated.

Normal POV:
As the King of Camelot and his Knights walk into Sir Leon's chambers, they did no quite expect to see their little sister wrapped in the arm's of their brother, both sleeping contently in each others comfort.
They all share a knowing smirk, finally knowing Sir Leon had finally opened his heart to the woman he so dearly loved.
The King holds one finger up to his lips, as if to tell the others to keep quiet as all four men slowly back away from the peacefully sleeping couple and back through the door.
"I knew it!" The dark shaggy haired Knight exclaimed to the others "I knew she loved him back! She told me and I quote 'I do not love him, and even if I did he would never want a servant like me'... That sly fox" He says a smirk taking over his face as the others just roll their eyes, used to the Knights antics.
"Come on boys! Let's leave the two lover be and hit the tavern!" The King declared, his mood a happy one after now knowing that his little Sister in all but blood was safe and alive, and the fact Sir Leon would not let anyone near her reassured the young King and so he decided to celebrate. After all it was hard being a King.

As the five men strode away, laughing and joking with each other, heading towards The Rising Sun, the Great Dragon, Kilgharrah was sat in his cave.
He lets out a deep laugh of joy, for at this day Emrys had finally found her mate.
Sir Leon or Berth as he was known in the magical community, was destined at the start of time to be hers.
Her protector.
Her strength.
Her light.
He would stand by her side until the day they died, for he was to remain as long as she did.
He would Farther the next Dragon Lord and a High priestess, as well as a strong Warrior who would one day marry The Once and Future Kings daughter.
The legend of Emrys and Berth had begun.

So, that was it! My Merlyn/Leon one-shot.
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