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SarahElizabeth: Well Arthur and Gwen are my other favourite couple, I can't resist writing about them though Liz down here, knows that I don't really like scenes in which I have to write about Gwen. I just always seem to get her OOC.
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Only 3 reviews which means our dear Merlin is staying right where he is now… with me :p.
Chapter 8
When Gaius arrived home that night he found both Freya and Merlin gone and the door to Freya's room shut tight. He didn't need any more information. Gaius wasn't stupid, he had known something like this was about to come up, he even talked about it once with Merlin but in the end figured out that both were 20 and adult enough.
However Gaius didn't know half of what was truly going on in that room. Freya was snuggled in Merlin's arms when a sound in the room woke her up. She didn't see anyone and turned her head only to find Merlin still asleep. It must've been a dream, she figured. With a smile on her face as she remembered the past evening she was about to snuggle closer to Merlin again. However she soon found out it wasn't a dream as Viviene came to stand beside her bedside.
"Have no fear, he won't wake up for some time."
Freya quickly grabbed her nightdress and pulled it over her head, staring at Viviene.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you." Viviene grabbed a chair and placed herself on it. "Warn you is a better word actually."
A worried look appeared on Freya's face. "What for?"
Viviene gave a nod towards Merlin. "His life. He's not just a sorcerer Freya. His ancestry is more valuable than that. He is the son of a dragon lord, the grandson of a Guardian, and deep down in his family tree we can find all sorts of creatures from the old religion. He is the very essence of the old religion."
"Does he know this." Freya said turning her head to look at Merlin.
When Merlin was awake he didn't appear to be as powerful as he truly was. Asleep he appeared even less so… As she looked at his face, a smile on it as he was peacefully asleep she couldn't help but believe that this man was nothing more or nothing less than her Merlin. The man she loved and Arthur's manservant.
"He doesn't and he mustn't. It's not his time to know yet."
Freya nodded her head. Great, another secret she had to keep from him.
"There are many people who don't know this either, who don't know his value and yet are prepared to kill him. He has come across dangerous paths in the past and some of them he hasn't completely conquered yet."
"What are you trying to do?" Freya asked a bit more violently than she had planned "Are you trying to scare me, is that it? Do you want me to live the rest of my life with him in fear?"
"Fear is never a good thing, Freya. Constant vigilance on the other hand. You and him are not normal lovers and it is essential, more than essential that you know this. That you grasp just how serious the situation you are in, truly is."
Freya nodded her head.
"There's something else, you talked to the dragon."
"Well talking isn't the word I'd use. I came to him, he looked at me, talked in riddles and let me go."
Viviene smiled, "He was most pleased with you. Says you're a worthy partner for Merlin but he also calls you a slave to your emotions."
"What does he mean with that?"
"Your promise to me is a dangerous one Freya. You made it solemnly because your emotions told you that you had to stay with Merlin. Emotions aren't made to guide us, Freya. They're simply there so we can live life to the fullest but they don't show us how to live it."
That was something Freya didn't understand either but before she could ask anything else Viviene was gone again. Why did everyone speak in riddles? She didn't know half of what was going on.
"Your promise to me is a dangerous one Freya."
Freya took Merlin's arm, pulled it closer to her. She was scared, wasn't that normal? Fear was an emotion, wasn't? It did more than showing us how to live. It shows when someone is entering a dangerous situation. And Freya knew that though she didn't know half of what was going on, she was 100% in a dangerous situation.
A tear slid down her cheek and she used the hand that wasn't holding on to Merlin's arm to wipe it away. As she did this, she almost caught herself, wishing to return to the days where she was still a Bastet.
The next morning the people of Camelot could see a whistling Arthur walking through the halls of Camelot. He as well had spend the night with the woman he loved though in contrary to Merlin and Freya they had kept it to talking and kissing. Still, for Arthur that was more than he had hoped for and so more than enough for the moment.
When Arthur entered his chambers he found out Merlin wasn't there yet. Thinking that had everything to do with the way he had send Merlin away yesterday he figured he might as well go to Gaius' chambers and tell him he could come back again.
Once at Gaius' chambers he found that nobody was there but he did hear some noise coming from Merlin's chambers and figured Merlin was there.
He walked towards the door and knocked on it.
"Gaius?" Was Merlin's reply.
"It's me, Arthur."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot the time, I'll be there in a moment."
"Take your time." Was Arthur's reply.
He figured that today, Merlin could do everything wrong and he would still be
Merlin opened the door to his chambers and Arthur had to stifle his laugh when he saw Freya was there as well. They both came outside, Merlin not without noticing the look on Arthur's face.
"I'm sorry I was late, my lord."
"Just be there within the hour." Arthur replied before leaving the room again, he stopped at the door. "Oh and I already had breakfast." He said.
Once he was gone Freya looked at Merlin. "I really forgot the time." She said.
"So did I, apparently. What are the chances that Gaius …"
"He knows, plain and simple. Where else would he think you slept tonight?"
Merlin nodded. "Got a point there."
When Merlin left an hour later, Freya said time, thinking about what happened that night. She started to wonder wetter or not it was a dream. She was scared, that was for certain and this morning she had come this close to tell Merlin the truth about what she had promised, but there was something, something that withdrew her from doing so. No matter how much she wanted to.
When Gaius came in, it took all her focus not to betray her emotions as she got up and started to help him, sorting out the herbs he had gone to gather this morning.
"So I take it Merlin was in your chamber when I returned last night."
Freya started to blush but Gaius started to laugh.
"I didn't know it was that serious." Arthur said as Merlin was busy sorting out his laundry.
"My lord?" Merlin asked as he turned around.
"You and Freya, I didn't know that things were that serious between the two of you."
"It's only very recently." Merlin answered. He had discovered from the second that he walked into Arthur's chambers this morning that the prince had been in an exceptionally good mood and now he was trying to do some friendly chatter?
Merlin made a mental note to himself to keep a close eye on Arthur to make sure he wasn't under some sort of enchantment again like he was with Viviene.
That night, Merlin was woken by the sound of whispers in the dark. Whispers he knew only too well. He jumped out of bed in order to put his clothes on, waking Freya in the process.
"Merlin?"
Mel: Okay, so I'm thinking 5 reviews might be a bit too much. How about the third reviewer? Yeah, that sounds nice. The third reviewer gets to win a date with Arthur!
Gwen: Oi!
Mel: Well okay, Lancelot then!
Gwen: Oi!!
Mel: Don't you know how to chose?
