love is patient (while albion unites)
a/n: ana's ... sort of here? i've been busy dealing with school and some of my own mental issues, but merlin has been an outlet for me recently, and i've been typing at this multi chap for a bit. so i'm both nervous and excited to share with you my merthur multichap. anyways enjoy my latest fic ;) (it's shitty but. eh)
Prologue
Once they were all settled in Camelot, Deorham's King Alined sat in a chair that was in the room they were staying, while Trickler watched him intently, being sure to pay attention to his every need.
"My Lord," he rasped. "What are our plans?"
Alined looked at him in thinly veiled disgust, before smirking. "I've decided," he said finally, "That I don't want war within the kingdoms."
Trickler blinked in shock. He knew his king was so war-crazed that it was all he had talked about in the dining hall. He wanted other kingdoms to destroy each other. He wanted power.
So what has caused his change in heart?
"I just want one kingdom to suffer," Alined continued, his voice becoming more and more gleeful. "Camelot."
"Why?" asked Trickler.
Alined's face suddenly became fierce. "Don't question me, boy." He growled. He leaned over as if about to hit the jester, and Trickler flinched. "I want to undermine Camelot's future. Uther has only one heir, and if Arthur is eliminated, then the throne will be open. The kingdom will be weak."
"You want us to … kill Arthur Pendragon?" said Trickler, raising an eyebrow. Trickler had no care for the prince, but he honestly thought it was a surprise that the young Pendragon was still alive, given all the things that'd been thrown at him recently. It was almost like he had a guardian angel.
"No, no. Killing isn't fun," said Alined, waving a hand. "No...I intend to cause havoc in Camelot. I intend to give him a love potion…"
"So he falls for the Lady Vivian?" asked Trickler, expecting him to consider her.
"No," said Alined. His voice was getting more and more excited by the minute, and there was a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "Let's make him fall in love with his manservant."
"He'll be kicked out of Camelot!" gasped Trickler. "Or at least punished to some degree. There'll be no king and there'll be no heir!"
Alined set his glare at him. "That's the point. Now. I order you to make a love potion that'll make the Crown Prince fall for his manservant."
Trickler held a breath at the request, but nodded nonetheless. He knew what'd happen if he failed his master…he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help grinning. This was going to be one hell of a showdown.
a/n: i hope you like it so far! x
love,
ana