"So, Miss Chance-" Arthur was cut off, which displeased the prince deeply, normally, but with this girl Arthur wasn't so angry, he was… Intrigued.
"Call me Genevieve, My King." She said, staring at Merlin, wide eyed. Arthur briefly wondered I she'd ever blink.
"Ok, Genevieve, who do you so admire Merlin and I?" Arthur asked, since the question had been burning at his skull since she'd said she admired them.
Genevieve shook her head, as if waking from a deep trance and smiled brightly. She skipped forward a few feet then turned around, surprising the prince and his servant. "Your tales are famous in my land, My King. The great and mighty Merlin, Excalibur, the Devilishly Handsome Prince and his servant-a truth I believe most deeply- and magical fights. It has been my dream to meet you and learn from the Mighty Merlin, and –honestly- dance with the Great King Arthur."
Arthur blushed at the thought of dancing with the girl before him. Merlin burst out laughing. "Arthur is only good on a horses feet, not his own." Merlin stammered. Calming down he added, "What could I possibly teach you?"
"At home, magic is long since forgotten as a myth but I know I possess some. Learning from the greatest wizard of all time would be amazing." Genevieve began to blush. "And at such a young age, learning with you would be more gratifying, if it isn't trouble, Lord Merlin." Genevieve cooed, smiling at Merlin, purple eyes shining.
Arthur looked outraged. He grabbed Merlin by the wrist. "You use magic?" Merlin stared at Arthur, befuddled.
Seeing immediately that magic wasn't really permitted in Camelot yet, Genevieve quickly began laughing. Both Boys stared at her, confused deeply. "I can NOT believe you actually thought we used magic!" she bit back her fake giggles. She would learn from Merlin, weather King Arthur Liked it or not.
Arthur let go of Merlin, relieved that he wasn't a sorcerer. Arthur continued the way of Morganas room in silence until he heard sniffling and heavy breathing. He stopped in place and looked to his side. Genevieve was looking at the floor; her eyes clenched shut to hold back tears that were falling anyway. The tears streamed down her face and she broke down, falling to her knees. Arthur and Merlin were both lost.
Then Merlin wasn't.
Genevieve had been right about having magic in her because her thoughts were as loud as a druid's. While she cried, Genevieve thought about how anyone she knew that saw her crying would always do what made her calm down. They hugged her, told her she was ok, and did what they could to make her feel secure.
Merlin bent down to his knees. He gently pulled Genevieve into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. "Shh, Shh, it's alright, we're here, don't worry." said Merlin. Genevieve's legs were hanging on the floor, her torso facing Merlin. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her face into his chest, breathing deeply. Merlin put one hand on the small of Genevieve's back and the other on the back of her head, rubbing small circles into her hair with his thumb.
Arthur knelt down quickly. He knew Merlin couldn't carry Genevieve as far as he could. Arthur gently picked her up from Merlin's arms and carried her, not caring that her tears were staining his new shirt. What made things worse was that both of these boys were clueless when it came to helping
women with emotions, so they just let her cry as they walked to Morganas room.
Once Merlin and Arthur reached Morganas chambers, Merlin knocked loudly. When Gwen opened the door and saw the crying girl in Arthurs arms, her red hear spilling everywhere, she rushed them in. "Morgana, we have company!" Gwen shouted as she guided Arthur to the bed where he laid Genevieve down gently. She had stopped crying and worn herself to sleep. Arthur sat by Genevieve, stroking her hair. His hand caught on her forehead.
Arthur looked at Gwen, who was carefully laying Genevieve out strait and covering her with a blanket. Gwen met eyes with Arthur who was practically crying. "Merlin, go get Gaius!" Arthur commanded urgently.
"What is it Arthur?" asked Merlin.
"Genevieve's running a fever. Now, Go. Get. Gaius!" Arthur shouted. He didn't know why but he knew he couldn't let Genevieve be in pain. Merlin ran for Gaius and Arthur help Genevieve's hand. All the while Morgana and Gwen stared at the sight of the prince, letting his guard down, and protecting someone for no reason anyone else knew.
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