Tainted Magic

by theELFandWITCH

When the fires are lit and the drums sound, the walls of Camelot will crumble. Kadian and Merlin face new challenges as betrayal and magic spread through the kingdom; and is Azura's love for Arthur strong enough to protect her? ArthurxOC & MerlinxOC.

4. Episode Three: Glory vs Humility

This fic is rated M for mature content, such as lemon and graphic scenes.

We do not own BBC's Merlin, only our OCs and how the plot is affected by their presence.

There is lime in this chapter.

Please R&R.

-x-

In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy, his name: Merlin...

-x-

Beyond the Northern Plains and the river that splits the territory of Camelot from the next, a grey-stone citadel towered over the calm seas of Meredor. This castle looked as dreary as the King that ruled within its vine-infested walls. King Odin was once a powerful and wise man, but as he knelt before a grave in his palace's burial chamber, he looked as poor as a beggar. Before him rested a white and maroon shield that bore the wild-wolf crest of Odin's family. The King's shallow tears refracted the sullen candlelight and dripped onto the shield's face.

He forced himself to look away as the aged-wood door creaked open.

"My Lord, he is here," informed the weary knight who intruded.

Odin's mood seemed to lift and motioned silently for the man to be brought inside. Bowing his head, the knight backed away to reopen the door. Two armed guards escorted the man into the chamber. This ebony-skinned man had a dark, well-trimmed beard and a golden loop that dangled from his left ear.

"You are Myror?" asked the King as he looked over the man from head to toe. "Legend has it you are the most feared assassin in all the known lands." As he examined the man, Odin could only wonder what bloodlust and darkness lay inside. The King grinned, "Tell me: are you as ruthless as they say. You would kill anyone?"

Myror glanced curiously at the armed men who stood around him; they were not as impressive or strong as some of the men he had taken down before. "I have killed many people. They are all the same to me," he replied with his husky voice low and emotionless.

"Are you prepared to kill royalty?" Odin wondered with a dark grin.

"My Lord," Myror sneered, "you would already be dead if someone placed a bounty on you." At the subtle threat, the knight and guards stepped forward, reaching for the weapons. Instinctively, Myror pulled a dagger from his cloak and took down the nearest man. He stabbed the guard in the neck, disarming his sword quickly and wielding the blade in his own left hand. The assassin stood his ground and glared challengingly at the others.

Odin waved off his guard and, hesitantly, they retreated. This assassin seemed capable of his request and Odin would willingly pay any price. "I want you to kill the man who murdered my son," the King scowled, turning toward the grave behind him. His eyes swelled with tears, but he forced them back. "I want you to kill Arthur Pendragon."

Myror had heard stranger requests for his services, but knew of no man who would pay as much as King Odin. Dipping his head out of respect and gratitude, the assassin backed out of the chamber and to Camelot he went.

-x-

A glorious morning peered over the bleak horizon, shedding an amber light onto the rising city of Camelot. It was not long until the palace was bustling with servants racing through the halls to prepare their master or mistress for the day ahead. Among the servants, the palace staff raced to prepare for the annual jousting tournament and the swarm of guests that would occupy the vacant chambers.

Having woken before dawn, Azura seemed half-asleep as she sat on the windowsill, gazing out at the. Though her hair was combed neatly and lay on her shoulders in waves, dark circles loomed under her tired eyes and she had yet to get dressed. Lately, she would wake in the middle of the night as if her chamber was being broken in to. Ever eerie or sudden sound jolted her awake; most of the time, it was her anxious thoughts or Felipe's scuffling that roused her.

Then, as she daydreamed without a sense of what was around her, a hand holding a pretty red rose appeared before her face. Astonished, she fell backwards, off the windowsill, and into the captivating arms of Arthur Pendragon. "I finally got you," he smiled once she was safely on her feet. When she turned to him, blushing in embarrassment, he tucked the thorn-less stem behind her ear. "You have no idea how long I've waited to make you jump like that."

Brushing her fingers against the velvet petals, Azura frowned, trying to hide the red of her cheeks. "What, no poem?" she smiled playfully and patted the ruffles out of her nightgown.

"Last time I attempted to write you a poem, you laughed in my face and threw it into the fire," Arthur grumbled and followed her as she went to the wardrobe. "Besides, you think that stuff is boring. I think the last time a singer came to Camelot you fell asleep*."

"Well, it wasn't very good," Azura stated dismissively and glanced at him over her shoulder. He was suited in his jousting armour where the heavy, silver plates protected him more on the left than the right. "Are you going to practice for the tournament?"

"It's not like I need it," Arthur shrugged, leaning over her shoulder while she dug through the wardrobe for something to wear. "Speaking of the tournament, I have to ask you something."

Azura turned to him swiftly. "You know how I feel about that place, Arthur," she said softly, like speaking the words was a curse.

Sighing, Arthur took her by the hand and led her to the nearby chair. As she sat, he knelt down so he could look her in the eye. "I know you hate the tournament grounds, but here me out," he said gently. Despite her scoff and glance away, he continued, "I was thinking that when I win the tournament, I'll collect my real trophy."

"As in?" Azura pointed to herself with a bashful smile.

Arthur nodded and took her hands in his, stroking the back with them gently with his thumbs. He met her shy gaze and smiled, "Well, since Father will be glad that I won the tournament, again, he will be in a good mood to not laugh in my face."

Azura leaned forward and kissed him on the lips so tenderly that his hands let hers fall and cupped her cheeks. "I don't think he would have done anything but give us his blessing," she breathed. "He likes me."

Kissing him once more, she stood up and went back to the wardrobe, leaving him kneeling and wanting so much more.

"So…" Arthur stated, coming to his senses gradually. He rose to his feet and leaned against the wardrobe as she went through her dresses. "I think it'd be best if you watched the tournament, and not from the palace."

She glanced at him. "I don't know…"

"If you come down now, to get comfortable being there, I'll let you tilt with one of the knights," Arthur proposed with a mischievous grin, because he knew that he had found her weakness.

Azura raised an eyebrow. "We have a deal," she smiled and ran to dig out suitable clothing from her trunk.

-x-

"Kadian, you don't have to come," Merlin grumbled as he balanced three heavy lances in his arms. They were nearing the tournament grounds where Merlin was to meet Arthur at midday. "It's not like it's the real tournament. It's just a bunch of knights hitting each other with very long sticks. Nothing spectacular."

Kadian rolled her eyes as she stretched her arms to shed them of the morning weariness. "I always enjoy watching the poor souls who get thrown off their horses," she smiled, remembering the previous joust that Camelot held; one knight was thrown off his horse, landed on his neck, and was kicked in the back by his horse. "Are you sure you don't want me to carry one of those?"

"Nope, I got it…" Merlin said weakly as he feigned tilting to one side because of the uneven distribution of weight.

She laughed at his antics. "And, I won't get tempted to use magic when I'm around you," she stated quietly, nudging him playfully in the side. "You have no idea how tempting it is to enchant things when you're bored."

"Oh believe me, I know," Merlin laughed and allowed her to enter the tournament grounds first. As he went to follow, he was thrown to the ground for the lances were too long to pass through the stone arch. Merlin groaned at the weight on his chest.

Hearing a loud thud, Kadian spun around to stare down at him. She chuckled. "Are you okay?" she asked as he pushed the crushing lances off of him.

Merlin groaned as he sat forward, brushing the dirt from his trousers and hair. "Tell me again why I allow myself to do Arthur's bidding?" He got to his feet and picked up the lances, hoping that the dust that had gotten on them would not bother the prince; Merlin did not want to hear Arthur yell at him.

"Because it's your destiny?" Kadian replied sarcastically. She turned and as she went to step, she froze. "Why is Azura on that horse?"

"What are you…?" Merlin froze alongside her.

Arthur was helping Azura onto his bay horse, asking quietly if she really wanted to do this. Looking down at him, Azura nodded with a wicked smile and pulled the reigns taut to hold the stallion still. She was suited in a squire's jousting armour, which was obviously too big, but it would do its job for the single round.

Opposite of her in the list was a knight who was unfortunate enough to be picked for her opponent. He looked confident as he sat waiting on his horse, though Arthur warned him that if he were to score and hurt her, the punishment would be severe.

"Ah!" Arthur exclaimed, seeing his sister and servant standing in awe. "Merlin, bring a lance over, will you?"

"Of course, sire, right away," Merlin called, nodding. He looked at Kadian and grumbled, "You know, I'm getting really tired of this."

"Every day it's something different," Kadian murmured, walking beside Merlin as he went toward Arthur. "I'm really starting to wonder from whom Arthur takes his orders. My father or Zu?"

"Well, I doubt the ring I found was going to Uther," Merlin stated quietly before he reached Arthur.

Taking a suitable lance, Arthur passed it to Azura who tested its weight in her grasp; it was light by Arthur's standards, but Azura felt like she had been handed a feather. "I'm ready," she smiled, looking at the lone knight who waited patiently for this game to be over. The knight did not seem to worry about being struck, let alone unhorsed.

"Be careful," Arthur warned, tapping her thigh before walking to be out of the way.

As they prepared to joust, Kadian pulled Merlin aside, causing him to drop that lances before he managed to get them in their holders. "What ring?" she asked hastily and rather giddy.

Merlin laughed, watching the two lower the guard of the helmets over their eyes. "I was in Arthur's chambers a long while ago, cleaning through his drawers and other stuff. I found a fancy box and opened it; inside was this tiny golden ring."

"How long ago?" Kadian smiled, examining how Azura guided the horse to the starting line and rested the lance comfortably.

"Before the Questing Beast, I believe," Merlin shrugged and picked up the fallen lances. "I couldn't necessarily ask him about it, he might have put me in the dungeons for going through his things."

"And you didn't think to mention this to me before?" Kadian scowled, placing her hands on her hips.

"Well… I-I…" Merlin stammered as he balanced the lances in his arms and went to put them in their holder. Sighing in relief, he stretched his shoulders and turned to watch the poor knight who he knew would be unhorsed momentarily. "I didn't know what it meant, and then the Questing Beast…"

Kadian, knowing that arguing about it now would not change the past, shrugged and leaned against him. She watched curiously as Azura directed the stallion to the starting line; the Lady's hands were trembled like she was freezing. Azura could easily unhorse any warrior in a joust, her aim and strength alone could make up for the lack of experience and practice. Slowly, the flag went down and the horses were spurred into a charge.

Azura watched her opponent's shield studiously, memorizing its motion pattern as it bounced up and down. The golden dragon was a susceptible, glistening target, and so was hers.

"Have you a tight grip on the lance, Zu?" the voice of a long-forgotten memory asked. Almost instantly, Azura's thoughts were carried back nine years, leaving most of her senses in reality while the rest vanished into the past.

"Yes." She whispered, answering the question subconsciously.

Her brother, Jaiden, had allowed her to joust against his practice opponent nine years prior. Being eleven, she barely learned enough to manage a full-grown gelding. Jaiden rode with her to make sure she did not fall off. He had forced the gelding into a swift gallop and whispered instructions in her ear. "Watch his shield, that image is your target," he instructed, nudging her elbow into the proper location.

The heavy pounding of hooves rang in her ears like a rapid heartbeat, bringing its bearer into battle. She adjusted her elbow.

"Get ready, we're getting closer," Jaiden whispered, turning his face away to prevent any splinter from getting into his eyes. "Hit the target."

"I will," Azura whispered and prepared to lunge forward with the lance.

"Use your elf-strength, knock him off."

The knight's lance collided with her shield and she felt a slight pain in her shoulder. At the same moment, however, her lance struck his shield so powerful that he was thrown from the saddle, wailing like a baby at the broken ribs he sustained. Her lance shattered like glass into thousands of splinters that fell to dust on ground. Pulling roughly on the stallion's reins to slow and direct him away, Azura surveyed the list for the reaction of the spectators. It seemed like minutes before the knight fell onto his back and curled into a loose ball because he felt like a sword had gone through his chest and ripped out his heart.

The on-looking knights did not know whether to cheer or be concerned that a princess had unhorsed a knight twice her size. Arthur, on the other hand, thought it was fantastic and raced over like he was a lady excited for her knight's triumph.

"That was amazing!" he exclaimed as he extended a hand to help her dismount.

Instead, she ignored his hand, leapt down, removed and tossed the helmet to Arthur, and raced over to the fallen knight. Gently, she pulled off his helmet and stared into his eyes. "I'm so sorry," she said, looking him over. "I didn't mean…"

Weakly, the knight placed a stern hand on her shoulder. "Never apologize for a good joust. I'd owe you a hundred shillings had this been for real," he croaked, hearing his colleagues snicker in the distance. "Don't worry yourself, I've had worse."

The knight looked like he wanted to be left to what pride he had, and Azura decided to give him his space. Rising, she turned to find Arthur examining the remains of her lance like it was evidence in a witch-hunt. "Arthur," she called, walking away, "help me out of this stuff. It smells."

Kadian turned away as Arthur obliged, and raised a curious eyebrow when Merlin met her stare. "A little careless, you think?" she muttered and reached to trace the grooves of the lances with her fingers. "She slammed him like he was a dummy."

"He was going easy on her," Merlin pointed out with a shrug, glancing over to see Arthur climbing into the armour. "But I agree, careless. They'll just pass it off as luck, or sacrifice on his behalf."

"Merlin!" Arthur shouted angrily. "Bring me a lance!"

Rolling his eyes, Merlin grabbed a lance and rushed it over to the prince. Across the list, Arthur's first practice dummy mounted his horse and motioned to be handed a lance. Watching absently, Azura, freed from the armour, had an apple in her hand, one she had taken from the kitchens earlier, and lounged in the empty stands; she seemed happy, but Merlin knew better than to assume anything.

Snatching the lance, Arthur pulled his stallion to the line and Merlin dashed to get out of the way; he did not want a knight to be thrown on top of him. When the warlock returned to the lance stand, he noticed that Kadian had joined Azura on the stands and the two gossiped rapidly. He had to wonder what they were talking about and why they were laughing until they could not breathe.

The scarlet flag went down and the knights spurred their horses into a charge. Everyone fell silent as the beat of hooves bellowed through the list. Arthur lowered his lance into position, eyeing his opponent's shield that bounced against the horse's movements. Before the knight could move to strike his shield, Arthur threw his lance forward and struck the knight's shield square. Quickly manoeuvring his destrier, Arthur turned to see the knight had been unhorsed and lay between the shambles of his lance. Grinning, Arthur returned to his side of the list where Merlin waited.

"That has got to hurt," Merlin commented, watching as the nearby knights helped the poor noble to his feet; he looked unable to continue.

Lifting up the helmet's visor, Arthur stared down at his servant, "That's the point, Merlin. It's not a pillow fight." After witnessing Azura joust, he wondered if she let him win those fights. "Fetch me another lance, will you?"

Merlin sighed, he would have to fetch more lances from the armoury if Arthur continued to practice, and went to get the last lance from the holder. Upon Merlin's return with the lance, Arthur settled his horse to the starting line and dropped the helm's visor. Once Sir Leon, the prince's next practice partner, was situated and gave the official the "okay" to begin, the flag waved and the horses charged forward.

Again, the onlookers fell silent, silently betting with the person next to them on who would be unhorsed. The knights drew nearer, almost in striking distance; their lances were lowered, aiming for the single target that would send the other soaring off the saddle. A gleam of light reflected off Sir Leon's shield as a cloud uncovered the sun. Blinded, Arthur turned his head and body away as much as he could and left him a perfect target. The prince heard the rush of hooves pass him by, but he felt no lance strike him.

Utterly perturbed, Arthur pulled hard on the reins to stop his horse and threw down his lance. He dismounted and tore off his helmet, tossing it to the ground to be picked up by the nearby squire. "Why did you pull out? I was open! You could have unhorsed me!" Arthur growled, stalking toward Leon as he dismounted with his helmet off.

"I was afraid that I might injure you, sire," Leon replied gently, curtly dipping his head.

Arthur gritted his teeth. "You had the advantage. You can't afford to hesitate," he stated hotly, knowing that Leon was entering in the upcoming tournament.

"I wouldn't have if I was facing a different opponent," the knight said gingerly, wiping the sweat from his brow. "You are the future King, My Lord."

When the words rolled off the knight's lips, Arthur frowned and everyone listening knew that his anger doubled. "You jousted against me in the tournament last year. Are you saying you let me win?" he accused, irked.

Sir Leon paused before he answered softly, "No, My Lord."

Knowing it to be a lie, Arthur growled, "It does not matter who I am!" He surveyed the watching squires and knights. "I do not expect any special treatment for you, any of you! Am I understood?"

A wave of murmurs sounded from the men who nodded their hands and sunk back to avoid Arthur's heated glare. Whether he was convinced that from now on or not, Arthur stalked from the list.

Kadian and Azura exchanged concerned glances, wondering if one of them should follow Arthur. Seeing as neither wanted to him hear him grumble, they turned their eyes onto Merlin who was trying his hardest not to laugh. Feeling their stares upon him, he looked their way and received inconspicuous motions to follow the prince. Frowning, wondering why it always had to be him, Merlin raced after his master.

-x-

It was difficult, almost unbearable to hear that probably all his feats were just handed to him on a silver platter. Just because his title was the Crown Prince of Camelot, it does not mean that he did not have to prove himself a formidable warrior who was worthy to protect and, someday, rule his father's kingdom. Arthur could not fathom how his own knights could have the audacity to treat him any different than the next.

He threw open the door to his chambers and tossed his helmet onto the table. Annoyed with any thought of jousting, Arthur tore off his armour, letting each piece fall behind him for Merlin to pick up until he was down to his mail and tunic. "How am I supposed to prove myself if my opponents aren't trying their hardest?" Arthur wondered angrily aloud.

"I'm sure it's not happening all the time," Merlin replied as he walked a safe distance behind the prince.

Arthur spun swiftly to face him. "So it's happening some of the time?"

"No, I'm certain it isn't," Merlin mumbled and reached down to pick up the amour.

"Now you're doing it!" Arthur growled, pointing accusingly at Merlin who looked up from the floor guiltily. "You're telling me exactly what you think I want to hear!"

"Yes… er, no…" Merlin babbled confused and shrunk beneath Arthur's dark stare. "What was the question?"

Arthur sighed heavily and turned away. "That just proves it." He sounded almost heartbroken when he spoke. "All my life, I've been treated as if I'm special. I just want to be treated like everyone else."

"Really?" Merlin choked, dropping the breastplate.

Leaning against the bedpost, Arthur glanced at his servant. "You have no idea how lucky you are."

Chuckling, Merlin rose to his feet and balanced the mound of armour in his trembling arms. "Well, any time you want to swap places, let me know," he said casually and went to place the armour on the table beside the helmet to be packed into a bag. Tonight, it was his job to polish each plate until he could see his reflection as clear as in a looking glass.

Arthur's mood seemed to lift at Merlin's reply; it was like he was suddenly enlightened. "That's not a totally stupid idea," he commented, pushing off the post.

Merlin stared at the princes curiously. "You're Prince Arthur. You can't change who you are," he stated wisely like he was listening to the plot that Arthur was forming.

Dismissing Merlin's comment, Arthur thought for a moment and grinned. "Yes, I can."

-x-

Kadian let the necklace in her hand fall when Merlin told her of Arthur's plan. He planned to leave Camelot on some mission, but in actuality, he would return to the city secretively and enter the tournament under an alias. Of course, Merlin had to agree to it and swear not to tell anyone but Kadian because Arthur apparently believed that she would happily agree to take part in this charade. "You are serious, he wants to do this?" she asked and went to pick up the necklace, but Merlin beat her to it.

"I am completely serious," Merlin laughed, standing straight with the pendant in his hand.

"What does he need me for? I'm sure he can bully enough people to make it work," she wondered and took the pendant from him. Turning away, she walked to the open jewellery box and placed the necklace inside.

Merlin sighed, putting his hands in his pockets, and looked at Kadian with shoulders raised guiltily. "Azura can't find out. His exact words were: 'she'd act like she understood, get all sympathetic, make me feel better, and kill me silently in my sleep'. On top of that, we need to find a suitable face to play the fake knight and a place for him to hide out during the tournament," Merlin explained gently, flinching as Kadian scowled in his general direction.

Sighing in defeat, Kadian nodded, "Alright, I'll help. But I hope Arthur knows that it is nearly impossible to keep Zu oblivious to this scheme. Why doesn't he just tell her the truth?"

Merlin pointed to the air like he was motioning toward the words that she said. "See, I asked Arthur the same thing and he went all quiet. He said that she'd talk him out of it with that 'irritating, girly charm'." They laughed.

"Personally," Kadian inferred, "if I know Arthur, he was planning on asking Father to marry her after the tournament and Zu knows it. If he enters the tournament secretly, he can surprise her and Father."

Merlin agreed with a curt nod and headed for the door. "I'll come back later to help with the preparations," he said, opening the door slowly to check if the corridor was empty.

"You know, why can't Arthur ever go on an assignment and leave you in Camelot for real?" She asked before he could escape. He met her sad eyes. "I'd like to spend more time with you, alone and without interruptions."

The days continued to grow difficult, forcing their time together to be scarce and short-lived. It would be nice to have a day or two free from Arthur's excessive bidding, he admitted, and he hoped that it would come soon. Unable to force his feet out of the chamber, he shut the door and went to be near her. Taking up her delicate hands, he promised that he would be with her more over the next few days. Kissing her chastely on the lips, he exited the chamber.

When he shut the door between them, he sighed and glanced curiously at the wood. It was odd, he thought, how for a moment, it was nearly impossible for him to resist.

-x-

That evening, having thought his plan carefully through, Arthur dined with his father. Even as they silently ate without eye contact, the prince could feel the awkwardness between himself and Uther. The servants whisked away their plates and raced to retrieve the second course. Taking the opportunity, Arthur sat forward and stated, "We've received reports that a beast has been sighted roaming the forest near the northern borders."

Intrigued, Uther wiped his mouth with his napkin. "What is the nature of this beast?" he inquired.

"It is said to have the body of a lion, the wings of an eagle, and the..." Arthur turned to Merlin, who was hiding his amusement while he poured wine into the prince's goblet. "The face of a bear. I believe it has been conjured by sorcery."

"Then, we must destroy it," Uther growled and would have slammed his fist heavily on the table if his wine goblet did not occupy it.

Arthur nodded and took up his goblet, ignoring Merlin's snickering. "I'll leave for the northern borders in the morning."

Uther glanced at Arthur sadly. "But you'll miss the tournament." There was nothing more that the King enjoyed than to watch his son dominate every tournament that came to Camelot.

Arthur shrugged and took a sip of his wine. "As much as I want to compete, my duty to Camelot comes first," he replied sorrowfully and began to play with the nearby knife. Sending Merlin a warning glance that this knife may end up thrown at him, Arthur looked at his father whom he knew was contemplating to force him to stay.

Finally, after contemplating every possible way to make Arthur remain in Camelot, Uther decided, "You're right, of course."

Dinner proceeded in silence and Arthur was grateful for it; he did not want his father to suspect anything, especially if he was leaving because he was a coward. It was a relief to escape the dining hall and Arthur met his servant in the adjacent hallway. Merlin was permitted to laugh and when he was out of breath and red as a tomato, he looked at Arthur. "I will meet you in the woods tomorrow morning," he stated quickly and went to leave.

"Wish me luck," Arthur called as he moved down the corridor in the opposite direction.

"All the luck in the world couldn't protect you," Merlin retorted, snickering, and vanished around the corner.

Arthur shook his head and took a preparing breath; he was ready for the argument ahead. He took his time, deciding exactly how he was going to tell her that he was no longer "competing" in the tournament. By the time he went to knock on the door, he had gone through every possible sentence and, when she opened the door after several seconds, he forgot each of them.

"Arthur, come in," Azura smiled and held the door open for him. He entered silently and spun to take in the chamber. A candle was lit on the desk where a piece of parchment sat with a half-finished letter written on it.

"If you're busy, I can come back later," he stated and motioned toward the parchment, it had to be an important letter if she was writing it.

Azura shook her head. "Oh that? It can wait," she replied dismissively and went to cover the parchment as if to hide what was inscribed. "Is something the matter? You look like something is troubling you."

Arthur took a deep breath as he sat on the edge of her bed, and patted the space next to him. Gladly, she sat next to him and folded her hand around his, tenderly squeezing it. "What is it?" she sounded concerned.

Gradually, he gathered the courage to look her in the eye, since he knew looking anywhere else on her was a death trap. "There was a report that there was a creature terrorizing the northern borders. Father ordered me to leave in the morning to dispose of it," he said, bending the truth only slightly so he was not completely lying. "So, I won't be competing in the tournament."

To his surprise, Azura began to laugh and patted his hand a few times before standing. "You had me there for a second, Arthur. I thought something drastic and horrible happened," she said relieved and smiled at the idea of avoiding the tournament grounds altogether over the next few days.

He let his chin fall to his chest. "A beast terrorizing the northern villages is horrible," he muttered and stood. "But, I would like you to go to the tournament anyway."

Azura turned to him and pouted, "For what reason?"

Once he won the tournament, he wanted to see her face light up when he pulled off the helmet to reveal himself to the crowd. "Because I want to hear every detail of the tournament from you. Besides, you'll pay attention to the champion's technique and I will beat him easily next year," he explained as he walked over to her.

Defeated, she rested her head against his chest when he wrapped his arms around her. "Do I have to?" she whispered, looking up at him pleadingly.

He was transfixed in those blue eyes and nearly gave into her allure. "I would like you to," he managed to croak.

-x-

As dusk faded into a black night, Kadian quietly roamed the tower. She thought about Arthur's absurd plan to prove himself as a warrior; wasn't defending the city from a griffon and an immortal army enough? Sometimes she never truly understood her brother's reasoning, but she had already agreed to partake in his game. While she was on her return to her chamber, she saw Guinevere, the Lady Morgana's maid, leaving the ward's chamber.

"Gwen," Kadian called when the maid went to leave the palace for the evening.

Startled, Guinevere spun around. "My Lady," she gasped. "You frightened me. Is there something you need?"

"Sort of. Walk with me?" Kadian replied and motioned for the maid to follow her. Their footsteps were silent in the sleeping corridors; the patrol would not enter this part of the tower for another hour. Hesitantly, Kadian began to explain Arthur's plan, starting with making her promise not to tell anyone. Confused, Guinevere wanted to know where she fit into this plot and sighed heavily when Kadian said gently, "I want to ask if he stay in your home until the tournament is over. We cannot trust anyone else."

Guinevere was still unconvinced. Part of her knew that she could not refuse this request from the princess, but she also felt that she would be betraying the King if she did. "I-I don't know, My Lady," she stammered.

"Please, Guinevere? We can give you whatever you want in return," Kadian pressed as they neared her chamber.

Reluctantly, Guinevere agreed. "He can stay in my home, and I do not require anything for this. Though, if my home starts to look like his chambers, someone else has to clean it," she stated firmly. "Good night, My Lady."

-x-

The following morning, Uther agreed to an urgent audience with a knight from Odin's kingdom. This knight, Kelda, was weary from a day straight of travel and could barely stand on his own two feet. "I was there in person," informed Kelda, looking at the King. "Odin has put a price on Arthur's head."

Disgruntled, Uther shook his head unbelievingly. "Surely he wouldn't dare," he snarled.

"He is blinded by grief, My Lord," Kelda explained, knowing that any man who had lost his son would seek vengeance. "The assassin, Myror, has accepted the bounty."

"I have heard of the Myror," Uther mused, rubbing his chin as he thought. If the rumours were true, the most capable and deadly assassin was hunting Prince Arthur.

"I believe he's heading for Camelot as we speak," Kelda added, glancing at the guard that surrounded the chamber. "I bring you this information at great risk to myself."

Uther motioned for a servant and was handed a small coin purse. Cross by Odin's employment of Myror, the King tossed the purse to the knight and motioned for his guard to remove him from the council chamber. Turning to Sir Leon, he ordered, "Double the guards. I want this assassin intercepted before he reaches Camelot."

-x-

Deep in the Darkling Woods, Odin's assassin, Myror, crouched in the cover of thick brush. From a high vantage point, he held a crossbow over his arm, ready to take aim and fire at the Prince of Camelot whom he had been informed had left Camelot to journey to the northern borders. In the near distance, he could hear the clatter of hooves against the worn trail. Eagerly, he waited to see the party.

Nearer and nearer the sound came, and Myror was prepared to draw back the trigger. Then, before his callused finger pulled the trigger back, he stopped. The three soldiers who were supposed to accompany the prince passed by, but where was Prince Arthur? The prince's horse trotted with the rest, but there was no one in the saddle.

Intrigued, Myror withdrew from the brush and vanished to collect his horse, which was tethered not too far away. Had the prince returned to Camelot? The assassin needed to converse with his inside source immediately.

-x-

The idea of housing Prince Arthur was revolting, so said the expression on Guinevere's face the following morning. Kadian helped place the dishes into the cupboard when there was a soft rasping on the door. Guinevere jumped and opened the door almost instantaneously, letting inside Merlin and a cloaked Arthur.

"My Lord," Guinevere greeted, dipping her head respectively as she closed the door soundlessly behind the prince.

"Guinevere," Arthur stated, drawing back the hood of the cloak. "It is good of you to let me stay in your home." He even managed to feign a smile because he knew that he would be miserable living as a peasant.

Gwen nodded, smiling at his attempt to be pleasant. "I'm glad to be of help," she stated kindly. When Merlin whispered to her, she said, "I'll prepare some food for you." Then, silently to Kadian, she added, "I can't believe you talked me into this."

Merlin moved closer to Arthur when Kadian pushed him out of her and Guinevere's way. Arthur measured the house studiously and muttered to his servant, "You can't possibly expect me to stay here."

Sighing and holding back the urge to smack the prince, Merlin calmly pointed out, "We need to keep you out of sight. We can trust Gwen not to tell anyone you're here." Guinevere was probably too afraid of the consequences if she told anyone. Having been sentenced to burn at the stake, she decided that it was best to do as the nobles asked and keep her mouth shut tightly.

"I doubt anyone would believe it," Arthur grumbled frowning at the state of the only bed; it looked to be as hard as a rock.

"You really can't go without your big bed and soft pillows?" Merlin sassed and dodged the scowl sent in his direction.

He probably can, it's just Zu's company he can't go without, Kadian answered through thought as she hid a grin behind a plate. Merlin coughed to keep himself from laughing.

Not amused and obviously unhappy with the entire situation, Arthur asked assertively, "How are the preparations coming along? Have we found someone to play our knight in the tournament?"

Kadian set down the plate in her hand and turned to her aggravated brother. "Yes, a farmer from an outlying village. He needs to be given a bath and scrubbed from head to toe, but he will do. No one will recognise him," she informed, wiping her hands on the skirt of her gown.

"But does he look the part?" Arthur wondered.

"It's not difficult to act like a prat," Kadian scowled and motioned for Merlin to go to the door. "Merlin, he should have arrived in Camelot by now."

Merlin nodded without a sound and left the house to retrieve their farmer, who had agreed to help the prince in exchange for a portion of the winnings. While his servant was gone, Arthur took a seat at the dining table and ate the food Guinevere provided like he hadn't eaten in days. Not wanting to see Arthur shove his mouth full, Kadian followed Guinevere into the back room to gather blankets, which they set behind a screen for later use. As the two wandered about the house, tidying things up or moving this to new locations, Guinevere constantly stated that she could do all this, but Kadian refused to sit and do nothing.

It took Merlin over an hour to return with their farmer, and when they present the man to Arthur, the prince looked doubtful. They dunked the farmer's head into the pail of water and scrubbed the dirt that had massed on his face and combed his knotted hair. Next, they stripped him of his holey and poorly patched clothing and dressed him in a fine tunic and trousers. Once the transformation from farmer to knight was complete, the four took a seat and examined the man.

Arthur was pleased with what he saw. This man had a tall and well-built frame from working in the fields all his life. His curly brown hair was neat and suited that of a knight. "Great," the prince acknowledged; perhaps he could do this after all.

From beside Arthur, Merlin said, "From now on, you're Sir William of Deira." They had William walk back and forth, trying to perfect his walk to mimic a knight's strut; he was having difficulty and slouched his arms and hunched his back. "Imagine you're…"

"Arrogant," Kadian finished, glancing in Arthur's direction. "Like you are better than everyone else. Or, that you are invincible, nothing could harm you."

William straightened his back, levelled his shoulders, and slowed his stride to a glide. Arthur watched him and scowled at his sister's comment. "It's not arrogance. Ignore them; they don't know what they're talking about. A knight must behave with honour and nobility," he corrected and watched curiously as William slowed his walk even further.

It was the facial expression that Arthur's words change. William held his chin high and pressed his chapped lips into a firm line, showing that he was reserved.

"That's… better," Arthur admitted, somewhat satisfied with the result. "You must convince everyone that you were born into a noble family."

William stopped and stared at Merlin with an eyebrow slightly raised in a demanding manner. "Polish my armour, boy," he stated sternly with a slight raise of his chin.

Merlin and Kadian scowled as Arthur clapped his hands together, "Now you're getting it."

William, proud of himself, smiled cheerfully and then remembered that he must act like a noble and put on his stone-like face again. Meanwhile, as he began to practice his walk again, Arthur turned to Merlin, "His does have a point, and you do need to polish our armour."

"Yeah!" William added as he stopped again, gazing at Merlin to get to work.

Merlin let his head fall to the table and Kadian patted his back. She looked at Arthur, "Well, since you're not 'Prince Arthur', shouldn't you be cleaning your own armour?"

William chuckled, avoided the glare from Arthur, and returned to practicing.

-x-

After escorting Kadian back to the palace, Merlin returned to the court physician's chamber in hope to get some rest before he slaved away to polish the two sets of armour Arthur had given him. He collapsed onto his bed, unable to muster up any energy to do anything else. The moment his head rested against his flat pillow he started to doze, ready to regain the sleep that he had lost the previous night preparing.

"Glad to see you resting, Merlin!" Gaius exclaimed as he stood in the doorway. "I take it that means you have enough energy to clean my leech tank."

Merlin did not even lift his head off his pillow. "Ugh…" he groaned.

-x-

That evening, Guinevere swept her house free of the dirt and dust that had collected during their expedition to transform the farmer into Sir William. Arthur sat lazily at her table, drinking a cup of water, and stared out into space, thinking about everything that waited for him tomorrow. The next day, he would find out if he was truly a strong warrior and worthy of all the tournaments he had won in the past and, even more so, if he deserved Azura to be his wife. Shaking his head clear of all thoughts of her, he set the empty cup down and stood, stretching his tired arms.

"It's been a long day. I think I'll turn in for the night," he stated and glanced about. Seeing the only bed in the vicinity, he asked, "Is this by bed?"

Startled and in no position to object, Guinevere replied with the kindest of smiles, "Of course. I hope you'll be comfortable." She turned to place the broom back into its spot and frowned; why couldn't she just tell him to sleep on the floor? Sure, he had a big tournament the following day, but that shouldn't mean she needed to be kicked out of her own bed.

Arthur jumped onto the bed, and though the mattress was not as soft as his own, he thought that it would suffice for his stay. "I'm sure I will be," he said, stretching his body out. "Goodnight, Guinevere."

Blowing out the candles, Guinevere disappeared into the back room. "Goodnight, My Lord," she replied softly to hide her anger. Grabbing a blanket, she plopped herself against several sacks of grain and sighed, closing her eyes in hope to get some sleep.

To make matters worse, as Guinevere was about to fall into a light sleep, Arthur began to snore. The maid wanted to strangle him in his sleep, but wrapped the blankets around her tighter and turned over.

-x-

In the dead of night, the lone assassin sent by King Odin scaled the palace wall unseen by any of the posted guard. The ineptness of Camelot's guard made him grin as he entered the castle through a window. He silently crept through the halls, careful to remain out of the torchlight, and lightly gripped the dagger he concealed in his cloak.

"HALT!" A patrolman shouted from the down the hall and Myror stopped. The guard approached and looked him over. "What business do you have in the King's palace?"

Myror clapped his hands together and bowed his head. "I came to seek an audience with, err, with Prince Arthur," the assassin replied gently, though his thoughts were anything from kind.

"What's your name?" the guard inquired unsure of the validity of Myror's statement, the man had been sneaking in the shadows.

Grinning, Myror slipped a hand beneath his cloak. "My name is Myror," he said and drew his dagger. This guard was killed in ease and Myror dragged the body away, hiding it where it would take until morning for someone to notice it.

Wiping the blood off with his cloak, Myror continued through the palace, searching for his spy; they were to meet in the eastern tower when the patrol was at the other side of the palace. Approaching their designated place, Myror slowed his stride and peered around the corner. His spy, Fyren, was there, pacing anxiously back and forth.

Creeping up behind the man, Myror covered his mouth and brought him into another corridor before releasing him. "You're information was wrong. Prince Arthur is not among the party travelling to the northern borders," he sneered darkly.

Fyren shook his head. "The Prince left with them yesterday," he replied sincerely.

"Then they must have separated. Perhaps he has returned to Camelot."

"Not that I've heard. His return would've been announced at court."

Myror grunted and pondered for a moment; he heard that the Prince was clever. "It seems that the Prince does not want to be found. Hm."

"If anyone were to know where he was, it would be the Lady Azura," Fyren added, before Myror turned to leave. "She and the Prince are very close. It would be unlike him to lie to her."

Myror raised a dark eyebrow and nodded, perhaps he would pay the Lady a visit; but not that night. He needed to rethink his mission and make plans to compensate for any foreseeable changes. He vanished into the shadows.

-x-

Merlin led a cloaked Arthur through the mob of squires, servants, and knights that anticipated the tournament's start. Arthur entered the tent given to Sir William and removed the cloak to reveal that he was suited in his chain main and only needed to be suited in armour to participate. William stood nervously in the corner of the tent; it seemed that he might regret agreeing to his.

"Now, remember the plan. I'm competing in the tournament, but no one will know that it's me. All you have to do is acknowledge the crowd at the end of the match. Act like you belong there and people will believe that you do," Arthur informed William to ease his nerves; it did little, but he nodded.

"Come on!" Merlin called to the farmer and led William to the horse.

Arthur was left in the tent alone to mentally prepare himself for the day's jousts. Today, he could not fail; it was his honour at stake. Upon hearing the crowd erupt with applause and cheers, he pulled the tent flap back enough to watch the knights enter the arena on horseback.

The King had walked to stand by his chair, watching as the knights entered in a single line to hear him speak. To the King's left stood Morgana and Kadian, and to his right, to the public's surprise, stood Azura; this was the first event she had made an appearance at since her brother's death. The three were the ladies of the royal household, and they held that title highly, each with their circlets on their brows.

Everyone fell silent as the King prepared to speak. The knights sat tall on their horses, except for William who did his best to keep his horse still; no one seemed to take notice. "Knights of the realm, welcome to Camelot. You've trained for this day for many years," Uther began, examining each knight before him.

Merlin looked at Arthur. "At least he hasn't fallen off his horse." Arthur shook his head.

"…Your bravery, strength…" Uther continued.

"I suppose that's something," Arthur grumbled, silently begging for William to control the horse.

"A your skill to the test. Today, you will fight for glory and honour. For this is the ultimate test of courage. And it will be the measure of you as men. For only the most skilful, the most fearless among you will emerge as a worthy champion," Uther concluded and the crowd applauded as the knights took the King's words to heart.

Each knight was ready for this test and in single-file they exited the arena to await their match. William dismounted, gave the reins to Merlin, and entered the tent with a faint smile, "They are ready for you, Sire."

When the second match was called, Arthur slipped the helmet over his head and left the tent. Gracefully, he mounted his horse and directed him to the starting line. The crowd cheered for him, but not as loud as his opponent; to the audience, he was a new knight in his first tournament, but he was going to show them how good Sir William of Deira was. He was handed a lance and the official came to him, explaining the rules and asked if he wished to withdraw.

Arthur shook his head silently and watched the official vanish to safety. All right, this is it, he thought, glancing at his opponent to see what he was up against. The knight was well built with broad shoulders and a tall stature; Arthur had jousted against far larger opponents, but he did not wish to be cocky, not yet. The arena fell silent; the flag was about to drop. Arthur took that chance to glance over at Azura who gazed at his opponent; apparently, she believed that he was going to win.

Focus, Arthur, he growled at himself and faced his opponent once again.

The flag went down and the horses were spurred into a charge, racing down the line and toward the other. Arthur lowered his lance, watching the knight's shield bounce as he did the same. Closer and closer they came, nearly in reach of the other. Arthur could not tell if it was his horse's feet he heard in his ears of the rapid beat of his heart. This was it, the moment that decided the match.

One. Arthur counted. Two. Three! He lunged forward and dug his lance into his opponent's shield. The knight's lance struck his shield as well and pressed deep into his shoulder. But whose strike was stronger? Arthur caught his breath and turned his horse away.

Neither had fallen from their horse and thus, they were to joust again. Returning to his side of the list, Arthur patted his horse's neck. "Good boy," he whispered. The horse seemed to hear him and whinnied playfully.

Again, the flag went down and the horse dashed across the list. Arthur was without doubt that he was going to walk away from the arena triumphant for this round. Thrusting his arm forward, Arthur unhorsed his opponent with a shattering lance. The crowd gasped and roared with applause, even Guinevere cheered enthusiastically.

The Prince remained victorious through his next matches, and every time he won, the crowd grew louder. After unhorsing his final opponent, he directed his horse to the watering station and headed for the tent.

Before he entered the tent to trade places with William, he saw Azura looking at him strangely; she seemed impressed, and he smiled through the cover of his helm. William clapped him on the shoulder inside the tent, congratulating him. In turn, Arthur handed him the helmet. "You must go and acknowledge the crowd," Arthur stated and grabbed a glass of water.

"How do you do that?"

"You wave, they cheer. It's not difficult," Arthur informed and pushed William out of the tent as he lifted a stiff hand and nodded. The Prince turned to Merlin. "I do all the work and someone else gets all the praise."

"Know the feeling," the servant grumbled.

"When I win the tournament, I'll reveal my true identity and get the credit I deserve.

"Of course you will."

"Well don't just stand there. Help me off with my armour. And remember to polish it before tomorrow. The horse needs grooming. And don't forget to repair the broken lances."

Merlin wondered, as he took what he needed from the tent, if this experience would teach Arthur anything about humility; that it was better to think on another's behalf. Knowing that Arthur's intentions were for his own benefit, the warlock hoped that the Prince would realize that the people were more important than the crown.

-x-

In the stands, Odin's assassin clapped alongside the rest. He sat beside Fyren, his spy, and had watched the day's matches studiously like he was analysing a target. Leaning close to Fyren, whom he had yet to speak to, he said softly, "Do you have any news on the whereabouts of Prince Arthur?"

"Everyone believes that he is travelling to the northern borders, but I've discovered that Arthur's servant remains in Camelot," the spy reported without moving his eyes away from the knights that were in the list.

"Who is this servant?" Myror inquired.

Fyren looked toward the tents and motioned with his head inconspicuously, "That's him."

Myror watched as the scrawny, dark-haired servant stumbled with a knight's armour dangling in his arms. "Why is he working for another knight?" he mused and sat back against the wall of the stands (they were sitting in the far back). He turned to Fyren again, "Which woman is the Lady Azura?"

Fyren gulped, hoping that he did not sentence the poor lady to death for having mentioned her. Weakly, he pointed to the woman in a pearl-white gown beside the king, who had looked rather bored during the tournament. "She may look harmless, but I hear rumours that she can fight like a knight," he breathed, returning his attention to the list.

"Interesting," Myror commented and rose to his feet. "I think I will pay the lady a visit." With that, he gave Fyren a warning stare to keep his plans secret and vanished from the stands before the crowd became obnoxious in the exits.

-x-

After dinner that night, Guinevere took the plates from the table over to the counter where she would wash them. "I hear the ladies of the court are rather impressed with Sir William. They think he's rather handsome," she stated, trying to fill the house with some conversation.

"Really?" Arthur nearly choked on his water.

"Well, the Lady Azura doesn't think so. I heard Morgana say that she thinks William is getting cocky. She favours Sir Leon as champion," Guinevere chuckled, trying to hide her bashful face from Arthur, who stared with his mouth agape.

Arthur laughed, "She's always liked him."

"Jealous?" she inquired turning to look at him.

"Of course not," Arthur said sharply. "I've nothing to worry about."**

Sighing, Guinevere moved toward the table, "Why are you doing this?" It was a question she had been dying to ask since Arthur came to stay in her house; she heard Kadian and Merlin's explanations, but she wanted to hear the answer from Arthur's lips.

"I fear that people respect me just because of my title," Arthur grumbled into his cup as he went to sip.

"I don't believe that's true of everyone."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Would you tell me if it were?"

Guinevere looked away ashamed. "No."

"When I'm competing as William, my title doesn't matter, nobody gives me any special treatment. So when I win this tournament..." Arthur paused and looked into the depths of the cup in his hand. Who was he kidding? If Azura preferred Sir Leon as champion, he might as well call it quits. "If I win this tournament, it will be because I deserve it and not because I am Prince Arthur."

The maid smiled faintly, happy to hear the reason in Arthur's voice; she may be able to suffer through his snoring. Though she could not empathize with the idea of being respected for a title, she did understand earning things. All her life, she had to earn a pitiful wage in order to put food on the table. This charade of Arthur's, no matter the outcome, would bring him closer to his people.

-x-

Quietly, Merlin entered the princess' chamber that evening, careful to close the creaking door as silently as possible. He gazed about the room, seeing the hearth glowing brightly alongside the few candles that kept the creeping night away. "Kadian?" he called softly, proceeding further into the chamber.

"Merlin?" she replied as she appeared from behind the far screen. Seeing his silhouette glazed with the amber light, she smiled. "Could you help me with these straps? I can't seem to untwist them no matter what I do."

"Um… okay." They met halfway and as Kadian turned and swept her hair over one shoulder, he became bewitched by a sweet, flowery scent. He stepped closer as he realized how tangled the straps had become; it seemed like they had twisted several times where they were to cross. As he worked, he noticed that her scent had intensified and his hands froze. "I th-think you need to t-take it off and untangle them that way."

"They're really that bad?" Kadian sighed as she spun around, moving closer as she did.

Merlin nodded quickly. "There's n-nothing I c-can…" Oh god, that smell was too alluring for him to resist; whatever it was, he could not break its hold. He cupped his hands over her cheeks and crushed his lips onto hers.

She pushed him back against the near wall and ran her hands up his tunic until they reached the collar of his jacket. Sliding it back as far as she could, Kadian wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him to her. Freeing his arms from the jacket, his hands returned to her tangled straps and pulled them down her shoulders, loosening the bodice.

Damn it, why couldn't he stop? The taste in his mouth and the tease of her tongue against his was making him burn for her. Kadian let him take the initiative and he walked her backwards, to the bed where she crawled up and he leaned over her from beside. Parting their mouths for a moment, Merlin threw off his tunic and kicked off his boots. He crawled over her and kissed her again, roughly.

Her fingers combed through his hair, messing it further as she secured his face to hers. She moaned into their kiss, feeling the straps of her nightgown travel even further down her shoulders and the bodice slowly revealing her chest. Then, she gasped as she felt his rough, cold hands against her delicate skin, playing with her chest with in blind fascination.

With her legs rubbing up against his, Merlin struggled to keep himself somewhat sane. He enjoyed the soft skin his hands massaged very much, but yet he could not bring himself to look. His body said yes while his mind screamed for him to realize what was happening.

Whoa, where were her hands? They were no longer ruffling his shaggy hair, but around his waist, rubbing his trousers, intensifying his body's argument to continue further. He would have too if his head did not begin to throb in dire pain. His wincing broke their kiss and his hands slipped from her chest as he crawled away and ran to the opposite side of the chamber.

"Merlin!" Kadian exclaimed, pulling up her gown and racing over to him. "What's wrong?"

Merlin's head was in his arms like he was trying to protect from something. He leaned against the wall and remained silent except for the hisses of pain. Within a few seconds, his muscles relaxed and he lowered his arms. He blinked and stared at her, trying to recall what had happened. Slowly, he remembered and lost the capability to speak.

"Merlin, speak to me, what's wrong?" Kadian pressed.

"I-I need to go. Chores," Merlin stammered and pushed by her to find his tunic, jacket and boots. As he pulled on his tunic with his back turned, Kadian gazed sadly at the scars from the lashing he had endured because of her. "Good night, My Lady."

He didn't even turn to look at her as he left.

-x-

Azura could not sleep, her mind was too rattle and anxious. Thoughts of Jaiden's death almost a year ago were haunting her, and for once, she was glad that Arthur was missing the tournament; she probably would have lost herself if she saw a lance charging at him. God, how am I supposed to last through tomorrow? She thought as she moved through the silent corridors, walking normally calmed her mind. I promised Arthur, but I… She sighed. He wouldn't know if I skipped the rest of the tournament.

Turning toward the window, she rested her palms on the sill and looked out. The stars were bright against the cloudless night and she wondered how everything at night could be so peaceful but her. At a time like this, she should be giddy and unable to keep her and Arthur's engagement a secret, but instead, she was practically miserable.

"Scream, and I'll cut your throat," a husky voice sneered as a shiny blade reached across her neck.

Azura grinned, how typical; Arthur leaves and she's is attacked in the middle of the night. "If you've done your research, sir, you'd know someone has already tried killing me that way," she whispered. "And they failed."

"Tell me what I want to know and I will let you live," he growled in her ear, pressing the sharp bade against her neck.

"You are Myror, aren't you?" she replied calmly.

"Indeed," the assassin grinned and turned her around. She did not look frightened, perhaps the rumours he uncovered about her were true; she would not hesitate to fight him. "Where is the Prince?"

"Travelling north," she answered heatedly. "Ask anyone. He left to destroy some monster."

Myror grinned, flashing his amazingly white teeth. "I have already paid the party a visit," he sneered. "The Prince was not among them."

Azura's brow furrowed and she glanced away. If he dared to show his face, she would kill him.

"So, tell me, My Lady," Myror pressed, grabbing her neck with his other hand. "Where is Arthur Pendragon?"

"I don't know," she hissed, gripping the hand holding the knife. Myror seemed surprised at her strength when she squeezed his wrist, like she could break it with ease. "If I knew, I'd kill him for lying to me."

"Are you lying to me?" he interrogated and tried to press the dagger closer to her neck, but was unable. "I don't like liars."

Azura twisted his wrist, stepped to the outside of his leg, knee-checked him, and pressed his face against the wall; she had moved so quickly that he swore she moved faster than an arrow from a crossbow. "After many attempts on my life, I have learned to do everything in my power to preserve it," she scowled. "Leave now and I will tell no one you are here."

"You are strong for a woman," Myror commented and though he tried to free himself, he felt his arm twinge at the verge of breaking. "I agree to your terms, but if I find that you have lied to me, I will be back."

"I wouldn't doubt it." Azura released his arm slowly, taking the dagger with her. Keeping his eyes locked on her, he backed down the corridor, stretching his hand to regain feeling. "Oh, and Myror," she called, playing with the knife carelessly in her hand, "don't forget your knife." She threw it to him swiftly, but slow enough for him to catch it.

Myror gazed at the knife, hearing Fyren's words replay in his mind. He could only wonder what business someone like Azura had in Camelot.

-x-

That morning, the court physician stared down at the slumbering Merlin who lay outstretched in the middle of his chamber. One of his hands was in a bucket of water and the other clutched a brush he used to scrub the floor. Cocking an eyebrow, Gaius growled, waking his nephew, "Merlin, on your feet. Arthur may be away, but I'm not. And why is my leech tank still dirty? Where do you get the idea you can sit around all day doing nothing?"

Staring up at Gaius in disbelief, Merlin heaved himself to his feet and threw the brush into the bucket. "Do you think I sit around doing nothing? I haven't had a chance to sit around and do nothing since the day I arrived in Camelot! I'm too busy running around after Arthur!"

Merlin began to pace. "Do this, Merlin! Do that, Merlin! And when I'm not running around after Arthur, I'm doing chores for you!" He pointed a trembling finger at his uncle. "And if I'm not doing that, I'm fulfilling my destiny! Do you know how many times I've saved Arthur's life?"

Merlin shrugged as he tried to count the number of times since day one he saved the royal backside of Prince Arthur. "I've lost count. Do I get any thanks? No. I have fought griffins, witches, er...bandits, I have be punched, poisoned, pelted with fruit, and all the while I have to hide who I really am, because if anyone finds out, Uther will have me executed!"

He paused to take a breath, but he was not finished. "Oh, and by the way, I have to hide my true feelings about Kadian otherwise I might be flogged or even skinned alive. Do you have any idea how hard it is to love someone knowing that by kissing or even touching her is like digging your own grave? I doubt it! Sometimes I feel like I'm being pulled in so many directions, I don't know which way to turn!"

Finally, he was finished and even though he was fuming with anger, he felt oddly relieved to spill out his emotions. With Gaius unable to say anything, Merlin stormed out of the chamber, leaving the putrid leech tank dirty for some other idiot to clean.

-x-

The events of the second day roused the crowd's excitement. People jumped out of their seats when their knight unhorsed his opponent and sent him flying across the list. Knight after knight felt the lance hit their shoulder, and only strong and talent could either please the judges or knock their opponent off. Merlin watched from the Sir William's tent and turned to Arthur when the crowd roared for the winner, "Sir Alinor has advanced to the final."

Nodding, Arthur rose to his feet for the next semi-final match was his. He was to face Sir Leon, the knight who had first shown Arthur he was given special treatment, and this time, Arthur planned to win fairly. William entered the tent and handed Arthur their helmet. The Prince slipped the helmet over his head and exited the tent, hearing the faint "good luck" from Merlin and William. Taking the reins of his horse, he mounted and guided the stallion to the far side of the list. He passed Sir Leon on the way and avoided his stare, but beneath the cover of his helm, he grinned.

Arthur consented to the official's rules and gripped his lance tightly, suddenly overwhelmed by his nerves. He had never been nervous before any match in his life, why was he now? Shaking his head into focus, he awaited the flag's drop. As the red and gold flag fell, Arthur spurred his horse into a charge and Sir Leon did the same. Every soul in the stands held their breath; even Azura leaned forward to watch the match closer. She seemed completely engrossed in this match, more so than the King and the other ladies.

Arthur slammed his lance into Leon's shield and felt the jolt in his shoulder from his own shield being struck. He wobbled in the saddle, but stayed on. Pulling the horse to a trot, he saw Leon had stayed mounted as well. Upon returning to their lines, the knights were handed fresh lances. They had two more rounds to knock their opponent from his horse or face the mercy of the judges.

Again, the flag went down and sent the horse racing down the list. All eyes were on the "rookie" knight, wondering if he was talented enough to unhorse Sir Leon, the past year's runner-up. Arthur put every ounce of energy he had into this strike as his horse passed Sir Leon.

The crowd gasped.

The lances shattered.

Arthur winces and clasped his aching shoulder as he leaned forward to keep himself in the saddle. It was not until he heard the crowd roar with applause did he realize that he had triumphed. Sir Leon lay on his back with his foot caught in the stirrup and was dragged across the list until a squire managed to gain control of the horse.

Pulling his horse to a stop, Arthur surveyed the excitement and joy of the crowd. Guinevere did not applaud and neither did Azura, who looked heartbroken that Sir Leon did not squish him like a bug. Kadian was glad that her brother had succeeded in defeating Sir Leon fairly and stood beside her father to congratulate the knight in proceeding to the finals.

When Arthur returned to their tent with sweat pouring down his face, Merlin exclaimed, "Congratulations, you're in the final!"

Tossing William the helmet in complete glee, Arthur said, "Go on then. You're people await you. No one can say Sir Leon let me win this time." Merlin rolled his eyes, but realized that to Arthur, this win meant more than advancing to the final.

Once the farmer exited to acknowledge the crowd, Merlin looked at Arthur, "Sounds like the crowd has really taken to William."

Seeing Azura's face drop when Leon lost made Arthur smile; he could only imagine her reaction when he revealed himself. "That will change when I reveal my identity," he replied and took up a cup of water.

Sighing, Merlin stared at Arthur, "You really miss getting all the attention, don't you?"

"Oh, shut up Merlin," Arthur growled and swallowed the contents of the cup whole; he was so thirsty and poured himself more. "Just go and water the horse."

Scoffing, Merlin stormed from the tent and hastily grabbed the reins of the horse. The horse whinnied in delight when he saw that he was being led to the water and pulled Merlin onward eagerly. Merlin patted the horse's flank and nearly jumped when he saw a dark-skinned man stroke the other side.

"He's a fine horse," the man stated with a bright smile as he admired the stallion. "I see your master has advanced to the final. He's extremely skilled with a lance."

Merlin smiled, glancing at the man to see them. "He's doing well. Just one more match to go."

"Tell me, what is he like to work for?" the man inquired and watched Merlin's face for any discrepancies in his expression.

Merlin looked anywhere but at this man when he said, "To be honest, he can be kind of a prat."

The ebony-skinned man grinned and kept himself from laughing; he could only imagine what hell working for Prince Arthur was. "So, you are no longer working for Prince Arthur?" he wondered.

Merlin found himself walking into a brick wall. "No. Yes, yes…" Merlin babbled rapidly; why was he such a terrible liar? "Not right now. Arthur's away. I'm just… helping out."

"Well, I-I wish your master luck in the final." The man bowed his head and walked away with a shrouded grin. Arthur had indeed returned to Camelot, trusting only his servant and the imposing knight with that knowledge. If the Lady Azura had known, she would have shown something in her eyes, Myror concluded as he glanced at the Lady as she exited the stands with the King.

"Thanks…" Merlin called after him.

-x-

Guinevere had had it; she could not stand Arthur's egocentricity any longer. He stood before her dumbfounded by the revelation that she had spent the last few nights sleeping on the floor. It had not even occurred to him that he had been sleeping in the only bed in the house; her home was not that large, how could he over look something so trivial? Following his ignorant questions, she had lost her temper, "You shouldn't need to be told to think of someone other than yourself, you're not a child!"

Arthur was taken aback by her tone and even took a step back; he knew all too well what an angry woman was capable of. "Is there… is there anything else you wish to say to me? Please, I'd like to hear it."

"You don't have any idea, do you?" Guinevere scowled, placing her hands on her hips. She took a shrill breath and would have strangled him if she did not have the self-control.

"About what?"

"About how rude and arrogant you can be! This is my home and you are my guest in it! I know you are used to more luxurious quarters, but that is not an excuse to be so rude! You claim titles don't matter to you, but you behave like a prince and expect me to wait on you like a servant! Saying it means nothing if your actions betray you! Would it kill you to say please and thank you once in a while?" she finished with a curt nod, happy to get that load off of her chest.

She had always assumed Merlin had over-exaggerated when he described his job, but not she knew it to be true. First, he slept in her bed and snored obnoxiously; then, he made her walk all the way to the well to fetch water so her could freshen up since he could not take a bath; and now, he claimed to be so ignorant to his own behaviour and the happens around him. The final question she had left was: what the hell could the Lady Azura possibly see in this arrogant and disgusting pig?

The Prince remained silent, listening to Guinevere's heated words cycle through his mind. Hearing her say them truly opened his eyes to his selfishness. This charade was supposed to show him that his position did not matter, but all he learned was that he could toss a fully-grown man from his horse with a stick. He asked weakly if there was anything else she wished to say and she shook her head, her rant was over.

"You're right," Arthur stated, bowing his head respectfully. "You have invited me into your home and I have behaved appallingly."

Guinevere flushed. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

Arthur was confused. "Oh, really?"

"Well…" she whispered. "Perhaps a little."

"There's no excuse. I'll make it up to you," Arthur promised, gently guiding Guinevere toward the door. He picked up her wrap and handed it to her as he thought of a way to make it up to her. "I'll sweep and clean your house tonight. Go for a walk, or whatever, and everything will be spotless when you return."

Guinevere doubted highly that Arthur knew the first thing about cleaning a home. From what she had heard, he had a difficult time keeping his bedchamber presentable. Something deep inside her could hear the sincerity in his voice and that compelled her to leave and take that walk, praying that her home would be in a decent condition by the time she returned.

Several minutes after Guinevere left, Merlin entered from the rear door. Arthur raised a curious eyebrow, seeing that his servant looked like he had fallen asleep in the stables again. The Prince thought against asking, fearing that the answer had something to do with his sister. "Merlin," he began and stopped when he struggle for words. "How would one… go about… cleaning a house?"

Astonished, Merlin grabbed Arthur by the shoulders and looked him over. "I knew it; you were hit in the head with a piece of Sir Leon's lance. Sit down and let's see if we can get you thinking straight," the warlock stated and guided Arthur toward the chair, only for his hands to be shoved off.

"I am perfectly fine," Arthur snapped, combing his fingers through his hair. "I promised Guinevere I'd clean her house tonight to make up for my behaviour."

The Prince sounded rather annoyed that he let himself make such a promised. Merlin cocked an eyebrow and laughed, "You cleaning? Arthur, you don't even know how to keep your clothes in a neat pile in the corner; they are always thrown about like a tornado attack your wardrobe."

Arthur turned red. "That's not my fault, now is it?" he grinned, shaking all perverted thoughts from his mind. Soon, he thought, they wouldn't have to hide their relationship. "I need your help. I haven't even a clue where to begin."

Nodding, Merlin surveyed the house. "First, I will get you a pail of water. You will have to dust all her things with a wet cloth, straighten everything out, and finally, sweep the floor. You do know how to use a broom, don't you?" Merlin saw that his sarcastic attitude would do him nothing and he added, "After that, I'll get you a decent shirt to put on afterward."

When Merlin left, Arthur clapped his hands together and cracked his knuckles. He was prepared to do this for Guinevere; she had been a part of the royal household for years and part of him thought of her more than Morgana's maid, but as a loyal friend and maybe, dare he say, a sister. Now that he compared the two, Guinevere did remind him of Kadian and he was glad to have someone else looking out for him

-x-

Gently, Kadian knocked on Azura's chamber door in hope that she was in and not strolling through the palace. To her luck, she heard the call to enter and she did, shutting the door soundlessly. The lady seemed startled but collected herself when she saw it was only Kadian. "Is everything all right? Were you hoping for someone else?" Kadian wondered and pointed toward the door. "If so, I'll bother you some other time."

"No, no. It's just… oh, never mind!" Azura smiled and ran over, embracing Kadian tightly. "I'm glad someone came to keep me company."

"Oh, that's right, you must be awfully lonely without Arthur here," Kadian laughed, but then she frown when she recalled last night's events. "Listen, I need to speak with you."

Azura nodded, hearing her serious tone, and guided her to the desk chair. "Of course," she smiled and pulled up another chair from the table. "What's wrong?"

"You told me not to let my magic possess me," Kadian began and took a deep breath. "I think it is starting to. I've been blacking out for periods of time, and I've heard from Merlin what I've done and said. I can't recall any of it. I promised him I wouldn't use any magic until we figured out what's happening. It's just… I don't even know where to begin."

Azura placed her elbows on her knees and leaned forward, interlocking her fingers as she sighed. "I have only suspicions," she replied and Kadian nearly begged her to continue. "I have not been in Camelot long, but I've been watching you and there is no doubt that your knowledge of magic has grown. Meeting Merlin was perhaps the best thing that ever happened to you, and I am very happy for the two of you. But Kadian, you mustn't overlook your family. You are bound to your brother in another way than blood. I don't know how, but you might. When the Questing Beast bit Arthur, Merlin went to the Isle of the Blessed and retrieved water from the Cup of Life. It was then that your dormant magic woke and started to consume you because something was messing with Fate, Life, and Death."

"What are you saying? That I can sense the shift between what is meant to happen and what people force to happen?" Kadian asked.

"I don't know. Only you do," Azura replied. "Perhaps, Arthur was meant to die from the Questing Beast's bite and because Merlin used magic to restore his life, your power wants to correct it."

Kadian rose to her feet sharply and angrily. "Are you suggesting that I may unintentionally want to kill Arthur?"

"Well, you'd be one step ahead Myror, the assassin. He says that Arthur isn't travelling north," Azura grumbled and slouched in her chair.

"I don't want to kill Arthur!" Kadian hissed. "If I was to kill anyone, it would be Father. I saved your life; don't you have any logical answers for me?"

Taking a slow breath, Azura rose to her feet and examined the tainted colour of Kadian's eyes. "I am grateful for what you did," she stated with a smile. "But ask yourself, Kadian, was it you who saved my life? Or did you black out for a few seconds?"

"I-I don't know," Kadian stammered. "What am I supposed to do? I can't keep pretending this isn't happening. I can black out at any time and around anyone."

"You said that there is a dragon in Camelot, maybe he knows more," Azura suggested, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I won't let you do anything that will compromise your life, Kadian. You have at least five people in Camelot looking out for you."

The Great Dragon, of course! Kadian exclaimed and smiled. "Thank you, Azura. I really appreciate you tolerating me." She laughed at how demented she made herself sound. Slowly, she recalled what Azura had said before she had blown up in her face. "Wait… you spoke with the assassin?"

Azura shrugged. "I really didn't have a choice. He tried to threaten me into telling him where Arthur was," she informed. "I let him go with the promise not to tell the guard or anyone."

Kadian told herself silently to keep Arthur's whereabouts secret, but she couldn't lie to Azura now that she knew Arthur wasn't at the northern borders. "Arthur is staying at Guinevere's house; he has this idea that everyone treats him differently because he's a prince," she confessed and took up Azura's hands. "He made me swear not to tell you. I was against the whole thing. I'll take you to kill him, if you'd like."

Gritting her teeth, Azura pulled her hands away and walked to the window. "No, if Myror suspects anything, he won't give me a chance to defend myself. Let Arthur know that the assassin paid me a visit, let the guilt eat him alive," she scowled and crossed her arms. "And when he returns from his trip to the north, I will personally see to it that he suffers."

"Sometimes I wonder if you really love him," Kadian murmured.

"I wouldn't've agreed to marry him if I didn't…" Azura spun around like she had said something forbidden. Kadian's eyes were wide and she was smiling. "No, wait, you didn't hear that…"

Kadian, though her thoughts swam with her magic, was giddy and nearly jumped on Azura to embrace her. "Finally! One of you slipped," she said, nearly suffocating Azura with her hug. "Merlin found the ring some time ago and only told me about it days ago. We wondered what it was for."

"If you tell anyone I will…" Azura was too ashamed of herself for blowing the secret that she couldn't think of any threat. "Just keep it secret. If Arthur found out I told someone, he would never let me live it down. Lately, he's been trying to get under my skin, metaphorically. We were going to announce it soon."

"I won't say a word." Merlin! It's true! Arthur wants to marry Azura!

-x-

Myror silently searched through Prince Arthur's chamber. It had been easy to pick the lock to gain access and judging by his discoveries, no one had been in the chamber for some time, except for the occasion servant to dust the furniture. The assassin had rather hoped to find something as to Arthur's whereabouts, but he found nothing.

Suddenly, he heard the door squeal open and he darted behind the stone pillar. Drawing his dagger, he prepared himself to slay the person who entered if his presence was discovered. Peering around the pillar's corner, he saw Arthur's servant cross the chamber and pull open the wardrobe. The servant, he noted, was humming as he retrieved a tunic.

Satisfied with the tunic he chose, Merlin sealed the wardrobe and exited the chamber hurriedly. Curious to see who would be wearing the Prince's clothing, Myror silently followed the servant into the darkening streets of Camelot.

The assassin slowed his pace when he saw the servant enter a house in the lower town. Before he could cross the street, he saw a woman coming his way and vanished into the shadows to see that she also entered the house. When she entered, Arthur's servant raced from the back entrance so it was like he was never there. Curious, the assassin crossed the street and quietly drew back the curtain of a window to peer inside.

Prince Arthur wore the tunic his servant had brought and was finishing sweeping when the woman gasped at how dazzling her house had become in just a few hours. "Anything for you, Guinevere," Arthur stated, proud of his accomplishment. "I think of you as a friend, not a maid. For abusing your hospitality, you deserve more than just a clean house."

The rest of their conversation was of no importance to Myror as he drew a tiny crossbow from his cloak. From his wrist guards, he drew an arrow and locked it in place. Silently, he went to take aim at Arthur.

"Halt! You! Stop right there!" a night patrolman shouted as his torch light reached Myror's figure.

Cursing softly, Myror began to run and the patrol chased him. With the guards dressed in mail and armour, the assassin easily outran the patrol and, as he neared the palace square, he hopped over the edge of the bride and dangled out of sight. Above, he could hear the guards argue about which direction he went in. Unfortunately, now that he had been spotted, that street would be filled with guards until the morning; the murder would have to wait.

-x-

Sir Leon raced into the court physician's chamber as Gaius and Merlin reconciled over supper. He informed them that the King requested Gaius' presence and vanished with the two following at his heels. Merlin, though his worries of his and Gaius' fight had subsided, was almost positive that Uther had discovered that Merlin was hiding Arthur in Camelot. However, when Sir Leon escorted them to the Guard's Corridor, his thoughts were swept aside by the sight of a dead body.

Gaius knew what the King wanted and knelt beside the body, knees creaking with age. With a cautious hand, he moved the guard's neck and arms.

"Can you determine a cause of death?" Uther inquired, surveying the corridor to see if he could form a picture of the murder.

"His neck's been broken. There's scarcely a mark on the flesh. Whoever killed him knew exactly what he was doing," Gaius informed and wiped his hands on his robe before he stood.

"Earlier this evening, an intruder was spotted in the lower town," Leon added, looking away from the body and at the king.

Uther sighed and gritted his teeth. "Then I fear it's true, Odin has sent an assassin to kill Arthur."

Merlin's eyes widened and his heart stopped. "An assassin?"

The King set his dark stare on Merlin. "Have you any word from Arthur since he left for the northern borders?" he interrogated viciously; if Arthur was returning, Uther needed to assure that he was safe.

"No, none," Merlin bowed his head, hiding his lying eyes. He realized that Guinevere's house was in the lower town, had the assassin discovered Arthur already?

Uther nodded, satisfied that his son was temporarily safe from a cruel murder. "With this assassin in Camelot, we must be thankful Arthur isn't here," he mused and turned to Sir Leon. "Search the entire town. I want the assassin found before Arthur returns."

Nodding, Leon raced to give the orders to the guard. Gaius barely moved by the time Merlin disappeared from the corridor. The warlock ran through the town, careful to avoid the now alert guard, and barged into Guinevere's house.

Arthur and Guinevere were sitting at the table where Guinevere was showing Arthur the proper way to polish tarnished silver, since he had avoided the small things while cleaning. When Merlin threw open the door, Guinevere let a spoon drop from her hand as she gasped.

"Arthur, there's an assassin in Camelot. He's here to kill you!" Merlin shouted panting.

Arthur was dumbstruck and unable to reply; his eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape. Someone had put a bounty on his head, and now there was added pressure on his shoulders: while he participated as Sir William, he had to be wary that anyone could be the assassin.

Guinevere motioned for Merlin to sit and as he did, Arthur rose to his feet, arms crossed.

"He killed a guard," Merlin continued, informing them of the happenings in the palace that they had missed. "You father said Odin sent him."

"Why would Odin want you dead?" Guinevere wondered.

Arthur rubbed his furrowed brow as he shook his head. "Because I killed his son," the prince explained with a heavy voice; he did not like to kill people, but he must uphold the Knight's Code. "Odin's son challenged me to a fight. I had no quarrel with him. I asked him to withdraw. Perhaps he felt he had to prove himself."

He shrugged with his eyes lost in that past memory; Odin's son was no match for him. Looking back on that day now, Arthur regretted taking that poor boy's life; Odin's son had failed at the same quest Arthur was on now. "I can still see his face. He looked so scared."

Guinevere seemed saddened by the story. "You cannot blame yourself."

"No one but us and Kadian know where you are. If the assassin can't find you, he can't kill you," Merlin stated to brighten up the dull situation they were in. At least, he hoped the assassin did not know where Arthur was hiding.

Everyone flinched as the door creaked open. Arthur jumped out of sight as if an arrow was going to be launched at him. Merlin was the only person brave enough to turn around to see who stood in the doorway. "Kadian! You scared the living daylights out of us!" Merlin exclaimed.

"Sorry," Kadian laughed. "Arthur, you can come out from the pantry."

Hesitantly, Arthur stepped into view again with a scowl. "Did you know about the assassin?" he asked rather hastily.

Kadian tilted her head to the side; she swore that she had passed that news onto them. "I thought I told you," she confessed guiltily. "It must have slipped my mind."

"Slipped your mind? Kadian, I could be dead!" Arthur growled.

Smirking, Kadian shook her head slowly. "Oh, you will be," she said darkly. "This assassin kindly asked Azura if she knew where you were."

Plopping himself down on a chair, Arthur put his head in his hands. The weight on his shoulders had doubled, pulling him down further that he was. "Is she alright?" he breathed, glancing at her.

"She's perfectly fine, probably injured him quite a bit," she smiled. "But, she is very cross that you lied to her."

Arthur wanted to say that he had no choice in lying to Azura, but in fact he had. Thankfully, Azura had defended herself against the assassin, but the prince could not help but think of what could have happened. Had the assassin been cruel, he would have killed her like the guard; if she had died in his "absence", he could never forgive himself. Why was his quest turning against him? Arthur thought about returning to the palace with a lie about being separated from the rest of the party; at least then he could face this assassin and prevent him from harming anyone else. On the other hand, his life was safer in Guinevere's house, away from the palace with no one but a select few knowing his whereabouts.

Looking at Guinevere now, Arthur asked kindly, "May I continue to stay here?" He half-expected her to decline.

"Of course, for as long as you need," Guinevere replied with a curt nod, knowing that it was her duty as a citizen of Camelot and Arthur's friend.

Nodding, Arthur rose to his feet. "Thank you. I'll take the floor tonight," he added, warily looking at the hard floor in the pantry.

Guinevere shook her head furiously, "No, have my bed. You need to be well rested for the tournament for tomorrow!"

"I'll not here of it. Goodnight, Guinevere," Arthur concluded and disappeared into the pantry with Merlin; he did not like the idea of sleeping on the floor. Tomorrow, his back would ache and probably cost him the tournament, but it was part of the sacrifice he would have to take to progress in his quest.

Kadian waited until Merlin was relieved to bid farewell to Guinevere and followed the servant from the house. They walked in silence to avoid directing the guard's attention to them. They had not spoken in person since the previous night, she was unsure if she was embarrassed about what happened or anything.

Once they reached the palace, Kadian decided that she needed to kill the awkwardness between them and stopped abruptly in front of Merlin. "Merlin…" It was more difficult than she thought. She couldn't necessarily apologize for what she/they did because she really wanted it to happen. However, she knew that she had lost control over her consciousness and something possessed her like the times before. She guessed that there was only one thing to say, "Thank you."

For a long moment, Merlin was lost for words; he had expected her to apologize for nearly seducing him. Resisting her had been the most difficult thing he had ever done, it had been like something was forcibly attracting him to her.

"Err… you're welcome," he managed to say and turned his head away. "I didn't think… I didn't want…" he paused to take a soothing breath. "I want to do this right, for your honour and my own." Hell, if they were caught, he would be dead before he could cover himself.

"I agree," Kadian said to his surprise; though they were burning for each other, they needed sort out some things first. "No more magic and no more temptation. We must figure out what's happening to me. I'll go talk to the Great Dragon if I must."

At the dragon's mention, Merlin grimaced like it was tabooed. "What help will he be? All he cares only for himself."

"And yet, he holds the answers I seek," Kadian sighed. "Tomorrow, after the tournament I'll go. Alone."

-x-

The entire city had packed into the Tournament Grounds to see the conclusion of the joust. Anticipation flooded the list as everyone eagerly waited for the two finalists to mount their horses and take their positions. The King led the members of the royal household to their seats, greeted the people warmly, and said that he too was anxious to see which knight became the victor. Kadian sat next to Morgana with Guinevere nearby, inconspicuously surveying the crowd to find the assassin. If Arthur won and revealed himself, the assassin would have his moment to strike; maybe Azura would jump to save Arthur, but then she may receive a worse punishment than the assassin.

Is Arthur ready? William is playing the crowd really well, Kadian asked Merlin, switching her gaze to the tents.

I think so, Merlin answered as he secured the last fastening of Arthur's armour. He looks nervous. His hands are shaking. I've never seen him like this.

He'll do fine, Kadian assured him as she sat back in her seat and smiled at Morgana, who had voiced her opinion of the victor to the King; she favoured Sir Alinor. Then, as William vanished into the tent, Kadian moved her eyes onto Azura. She was clutching the arms of her chair firmly and though her face was smooth, Kadian could see she was worried. Do you see the assassin? Kadian wondered.

Glancing at Kadian curiously, Azura returned her attention to the list. No, she replied weakly. But I can feel his presence. He is very close.

Her hands relaxed as she took a deep breath and answered Uther's question to who she thought would win. "Sir Alinor's horse is slower than Sir William's," she stated and turned toward the servant who held the horse's reins. "If William…" she looked at Kadian now, "remembers to level his elbow, he'll win for sure."

Uther patted her shoulder gently. "I know you wanted Sir Leon to win," he stated, hearing her voice darken, "maybe next year."

-x-

William entered the tent and handed Arthur the helmet; he could see how nervous the prince was, but he refrained from mentioning it. "They're ready for you, sire," he stated warmly and walked away.

Arthur slipped the helm over his face and exited the tent soundlessly. As he walked near the list, his opponent greeted him with a firm handshake. "Sir Alinor," he introduced, "good luck in the final."

Silently nodding his head, Arthur returned the luck and continued to his side of the list where his horse waited.

The assassin cocked his head to the side as he watched the knights exchange match courtesies. So, Prince Arthur was disguised as Sir William and managed to carry himself through to the final. A new plan formed in Myror's mind and it made him grin. Quietly, he followed Sir Alinor to his tent and once inside, Myror slew him quickly, snapping his neck like he had the guard. Dressing in the knight's armour, Myror looked out to see how much time remained before he would need to return to the list.

Having several minutes, the assassin covered the body and dropped the face guard over his face. He went to the lance that Sir Alinor was to use; it was of strong wood and would not easily break. From his bag of nasty devices, Myror retrieved a silver fist that had a secret compartment with a blade. Securing the device to the lance, he twisted the rope around the shaft. With one pull the blade would slide out of the fist.

At the horn's call, Myror exited the tent and stepped into the list, taking in the roar of applause that was for the deceased knight. Raising a hand to acknowledge the crowd, like any knight would, he mounted Sir Alinor's horse and guided it to the line.

From across the list, Arthur stared at his opponent, studying his physique to find something that would give him the advantage. Of course, he saw nothing that would help, but many things that put him at the disadvantage. As he listened to the official give him the rules and offered him a chance to withdraw, Arthur was filled with panic; could he only be victorious if the other knight let him win? He refused the offer of withdrawal and gripped his lance tightly.

This is it, he told himself as the official gave the nod to start the match. It's time to see if you're really worth something.

In a flash of scarlet and gold, the flag dropped and sent the horses charging. Everyone moved to the edge of their seats as a certain hush fell over the crowd.

Arthur's ears throbbed with the sound of the hooves beneath him. He found the sound distracting and forced his mind not to wander. A glare from the knight's armour shone in his eyes, but Arthur wouldn't look away. He lowered his lance. And as if someone was nagging him, he made sure his elbow was levelled.

Arthur lunged forward and clipped the opposing knight's shield, but as he guided his horse to the side, he felt the pain from the rival lance. He hunched forward, dropping the reins and clasped a gauntleted hand over the wound. The blow had taken his breath and his eyes watered as the wound pressed against his sweaty mail.

Azura gasped and cupped her hands over her mouth, almost at the verge of crying. She may have suspected Arthur's involvement in the tournament earlier, but now she knew he was indeed Sir William. And most of all, she knew he was injured. Uther, seeing her dismay and sadness, went to comfort her, but she was on her feet and exiting the stands before he could say anything.

Kadian watched her leave, wanting to do the same herself, but was forced to stay by Uther soft command to let her be. Did you see what happened? She asked Merlin through thought and saw the assassin dismount and retire to his tent. Injured knights in a joust were given five minutes in their tents for respite; if they were not in the list within that time, they would automatically forfeit.

No, I didn't. It's probably a broken rib. Merlin raced to collect the reins and guided the horse to the tent. He helped Arthur dismounted and caught him as his balance swayed as the pain intensified with movement.

Inside the tent, Arthur fell into the nearest chair and removed his hand from the wound. It was not a broken rib, but a puncture beneath his clavicle. Blood seeped through his armour and coated his hand. The prince pulled off his helmet and tossed it to the floor, wincing all the way at the excess motion.

"His lance pierced my armour," Arthur explained as Merlin rushed around the tent to retrieve linens.

"Arthur!" Azura exclaimed as she entered through the rear of the tent, where no one in the list could see her. Anyone would have expected her to see to the wound immediately, but, being herself, she slapped him across the face. "What the hell were you thinking?"

Arthur groaned in pain and the realization that the slap was a result of his own doing. "I'm happy to see you too," he mumbled and reached to stroke her face, but she swatted his hand away.

"You're losing a lot of blood," she stated and leaned down to take a look. "There's a blade in his lance."

"I wouldn't've guessed," he grumbled. "Do what you can. I have to be…"

She slapped him again. "I know the rules, idiot," she scowled and took the linens hastily from Merlin. "Of all possible things you could do, you decide to sneak into your own city's tournament and get yourself injured." There was no defending his honour or pride when it came to her; she would be angry at him for a while, but eventually she will move on.

Meanwhile, as Azura pushed Merlin aside to dress Arthur's wound, the warlock peered outside the tent and saw Sir Alinor, the assassin, enter a nearby tent. Curious, he went to see if he could replace the knight's lance with a proper one.

"You're too badly injured," Azura finally said after the initial anger subsided. "I don't think you should go back out there."

Arthur shook his head as he grabbed her hand to get his attention onto him instead of the wound. "I've never withdrawn from a match. I don't intend to start now."

She scoffed and pulled her hand away. "What do you possibly have to prove? You fought avancs, griffins, bandits, the un-dead, vampires, and sorcerers. You've even fought Death for your life and won. There is nothing you need to prove, especially to me."

When Arthur first formed this plan, he thought that winning this tournament would heal the wounds that Sir Leon opened during practice. Then, he contemplated having it as a miraculous way for him to ask his father about marriage. Azura was right, like always. He did not need to prove anything to anyone; he already had. The only person not convince about his worth was himself.

"I have everything to prove to myself," Arthur stated and stood; his five-minute respite was near its end. "Will you be here when I get back?"

"Only when Prince Arthur returns from the north," Azura replied as she wiped her hands on the remaining linen. She went to leave, knowing that he wanted a kiss for luck, and stopped at the rear exit. Looking over her shoulder, she said solely, "Good luck, Sir William."

-x-

Merlin hid as the knight exited his tent and mounted his horse, gripping the deathly lance that may kill in the next round. Unable to stop him, he peered into the tent and saw a blanket concealing something on the ground. Drawing it back, Merlin gaped at the sight of Sir Alinor's lifeless body. He raced from the tent just as Arthur rode into the list.

Frustrated, Merlin shouted to Kadian, Arthur's jousting against the assassin!

You have to do something! She replied panicked. The official of the round was speaking with Arthur, asking if he wished to withdraw; he refused.

Again, the Tournament Grounds fell silent. The flag dropped and the knights charged at each other. Arthur was in dire pain, barely able to stay conscious from the blood he had lost, and his lance drooped with his lack of strength. It was growing difficult to breathe under such heavy armour, but he was either going to win or die.

Merlin unconsciously slowed his perception of the match, watching as the horses drew near at a snail's pace. The assassin pulled the string and the blade slid out of the fist, ready to kill Arthur with one more blow. It was the perfect plan; people have been known to die in a tilt. "Unbinde þé téage!" he incanted with his hand outstretched.

Arthur's eyes grew wide as he witnessed his opponent falling to the side. The girth of his saddle had snapped, taking his attention with him toward the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Arthur lunged forward with all his might and struck Myror full square, knocking him from horseback

Without the saddle to support him, Myror was sent backwards. He crashed to the ground on his head and with a loud snap, his neck was broken by his weight.

"Yes!" Merlin exclaimed and jumped up and down with the rest of the audience. It's all over.

Good thinking, breaking the girth, Kadian replied as she applauded beside her father and Morgana. Everyone will think it was an unfortunate mistake.

At least I won't be the one punished for that, this time, Merlin smiled and went to help Arthur dismount. Assisting the Prince to the tent, the warlock retrieved what was left of the linens to dress the wound again. William, who had slipped away to watch the joust unseen, entered to assist Merlin in any way he could.

"You were jousting against the assassin. He killed Sir Alinor and took his place," Merlin informed and received the I-wish-you-had-told-me-sooner look from Arthur. "The people are waiting for their champion. It's time to reveal yourself."

Standing back up was the last thing on Arthur's mind. He had removed his helmet and looked at it warily as it refracted the light peered through the tent flaps. This proved that he was a champion, and not a spoiled Prince who was given every win. Shaking his head, he extended the helmet to William. "You must go and collect your trophy."

William was dumbfounded and hesitantly took the helmet from Arthur. The entire plan was to reveal Arthur as the champion, but instead a lonely farmer was going to collect the trophy and prize. Happy, since he was to receive a lot of gold, William followed the cheer of the crowd out of the tent.

Merlin stared down at Arthur, who looked at him oddly. "I thought this was supposed to be your moment of glory. Claim your prize and your girl."

Arthur chuckled and bobbed his head back and forth; he did not want to know how Merlin found out about the engagement to Azura. "Perhaps it is time for humility," he stated as Guinevere entered. "It's not about the money or the glory. It's about doing the right thing and caring for everyone equally. I took what I needed from this charade, and now it is time to give to William what he needs and deserves."

The maidservant smiled. "I'm happy for you, Sire," she replied, blushing since it was the first time in a long while since she referred to him so formally. "Sorry… I'm happy for you, Arthur."

-x-

Before Merlin could successfully leave the Tournament Grounds, Gaius beckoned him over to help him analyse the body of Sir Alinor. The body had been brought to the medical tent and the physician gently removed the man's helmet. Instead of finding the pale-skinned, auburn-haired Sir Alinor, he stared down at the ebony-skinned Myror.

Suspicious, since Merlin had tried to dodge him, Gaius turned to his nephew. "Merlin, who is this man? Where's Sir Alinor?" Merlin did not even reply because his face said it all and Gaius immediately uncovered that he had been lied to.

Merlin, hanging his head, awaited his punishment of the leech-tank.

-x-

Later that day, the sentry alerted the palace of Prince Arthur's return. The court and royal family gathered in the Council Chamber, excited to hear of Arthur's feat of slaying the magical creature in the northern border. Uther nearly had a heart-attack when he saw Arthur slowly walk into the chamber with bandages over his muddy armour and his left arm in a linen sling.

The ladies of the house gasped, or feigned to, when they saw Arthur's condition. Azura met his gaze once when he silently asked for forgiveness and looked elsewhere swiftly.

"The assassin attacked us as we returned to Camelot," Arthur explained, having rehearsed this lie many times. "I was injured whilst killing him."

Uther stare darkened at how close the assassin came to slaying his son. "Odin must pay for his actions. We must strike back."

Arthur met his father's hard stare with one of compassion and sympathy. "Surely you understand the grief he feels for the loss of his son?" he stated and watched his father sigh heavily. "We should try to make peace with him. There's been enough bloodshed."

Many of the people gathered were surprised by his response to Uther's idea of starting war with Odin. Azura was especially astonished and looked his way with a slight head-tilt; she knew very well that her father, after her mother's death, would have done so had Jaiden been attacked by an assassin. She also knew that the Arthur who had left Camelot several days ago would have agreed with his father, and that this adventure had changed him into a different, better man.

Though Uther was a vengeful king, he understood Odin's situation because he did the same after Ygraine died in childbirth. "Perhaps you are right," Uther mused and dismissed the subject entirely. "How was your trip? Fruitful?"

"Yes, I learned a great deal," Arthur stated with a curt nod. "How was the tournament?"

"Excellent. We have a new champion, Sir William of Deira." The King seemed very proud of the knight's victory and quickly gave Arthur a recap of the final match.

"I'm sorry I missed all the excitement," Arthur smiled and bowed his head to end his audience with his father. As he turned to leave, he swept his eyes over Azura, who seemed happy, but also slightly sad. This was supposed to be their moment, but things had gone awry and now they were back to waiting for the perfect moment.

He inhaled deeply and slowly let his calming breath roll over his lips for his heart was racing a mile a minute and his hands were beginning to shake as if he was about to joust against his father without a lance or armour. "Before I go, Father," Arthur said, shaking slightly as he turned around, "there is something I wish to ask you."

Uther did not seem overly concerned with what his son wanted and nodded, "Yes?"

Fearing that he may fall over from nervousness, he beckoned Azura over to him. She hesitantly approached and took his hand, which he squeezed for comfort. It took her a moment to realize what was happening and when she did, she could not face the King for her face turned pink.

"I had hoped to win the tournament before I asked this, but here it goes." Arthur needed to pause in order to take another preparatory breath. When he exhaled, he felt Azura move closer to him and rest her head on his shoulder. Her touch, whether it was forgiveness or not, soothed him. "I would like your permission for Azura and me to marry."

The chamber fell so quiet that they could hear the dust fall. The court exchanged glances with each other, telepathically deciding if the marriage between the two would benefit Camelot; they did not seem to find anything that could harm the status of Camelot. The two people who were really thrown by this request were Morgana and Uther. Morgana knew of Arthur and Azura's close relationship, but Uther seemed to have forgotten where he was or what the question was.

It came down to the King's decision. Uther had laughed in his face when Arthur asked this before and had threatened to execute the girl. Azura was prepared to run, but she also knew Arthur would step in and fight the entire army of Camelot to keep her safe. The King studied the two of them, how they clung to each for support and comfort; he did not want it on himself to keep them apart. "You have my permission," he stated warmly with a smile, "and my blessing."

As the chamber filled with applause, Arthur embraced Azura with both arms, ignoring the pain that it caused him. While she was this close to Arthur, she whispered in his ear, "Don't think you're getting away with lying to me."

"I could only hope," he laughed and the shared a chaste kiss.

Uther had risen to his feet and embraced the two of them. "The arrangements will begin immediately."

-x-

The news of the engagement between Arthur and Azura spread faster than the plague. Everyone in the city knew of it before sundown and the congratulations started at the feast Uther threw for them that evening. The invitations would be sent in the morning and Uther set the date for roughly two weeks.

However, one person was not celebrating the engagement. Merlin was on his hands and knees inside Gaius' leech-tank while the physician watched him to make sure it was done properly. Merlin glanced over his shoulder, "This is horrible. It is disgusting."

"Well, perhaps you'll think twice about lying to me in the future," Gaius scowled as he looked up from his text. He pointed a bony finger, "And Merlin, there's something on your face."

"Where?" Merlin rubbed his hands over his face to find a leech had latched onto his forehead. Once he pulled that leech off, he noticed a leech on the back of his hand. "Ah!"

As he spent the next few minutes freaking out and checking for more leeches, Gaius laughed hysterically, unable to stop until he was out of breath.

-x-

In the depths of the dungeons, the Great Dragon slept lightly with his massive skull on his paws and a gentle smoke expelling from his nostrils with every breath. When an amber light glow fell onto his face, he opened his large, jewelled eyes and stared at the young witch. "Ah, the witch returns without her warlock," he spoke, lifting his head. "What is it that you wish of me?"

Kadian stared at the golden dragon in awe like she had never seen him before. "What is happening to me, dragon?" she questioned desperately. "I am losing myself."

The Great Dragon chuckled and brought his snout near. "You were born with magic," he stated with his breath sweeping back her light hair. "And then, you were touched by the magic of Life. But, the world is full of opposites, Kadian. Where there is Life, there is Death."

"I don't understand."

"When the magic that created Arthur was disrupted by the Questing Beast, it was also disrupted in yourself. With the essence of Life within you weakened, the power of Death grew and consumed it."

"Are you saying that I am being possessed by Death itself?"

"Yes. Life and Death are not of the Old Religion, they are also beings eternally feuding."

Kadian was silenced. She held the power of Life and Death, something no sorcerer could or should handle. Throughout her studies, she read of the greed and cruelness of the warlocks and witches who meddled with the balance of the world; the world suffered as much as the sorcerer. One sorcerer gave life to many people without giving death as a price and several days later, there was a plague.

"Azura said I may try to kill Arthur, is it true?" she managed to say.

"Perhaps." The Dragon yawned, stretched his wings, and readjusted his paws. "Many people will die until the war inside you ends in a stalemate. A long, cold winter nears."

-x-

Notes:

*Not to be confused with the first chapter of FMaD (new acronym!). Arthur is referring to another time.

**Who doesn't love Sir Leon, our Forever Knight? He will never die.

***Council Chamber of Doom

Page Count: 46pgs.

Next time on Tainted Magic:

Kadian must escape Camelot before she loses control of herself, but can she leave when one of her closest friends needs her help? It all comes to one question as the eve of their wedding approaches, "Where do your loyalties lie?"