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Swallowing my fear, I returned his sneer with a shaky smile. Elyan looked like he was going to be sick; Percival looked strong faced yet unsure, Gwaine looked like he was going to gut them both and Leon looked on with hopelessness. I gave them all a reassuring smile which Leon returned though it didn't quite reach his eyes.
How could he have known? He wasn't there that day...was he? No he couldn't have been, he must've been well away right? Because he would've stepped out to see all the commotion so he must've been away. Heck, he was probably on his way to Camelot!
But then how did he find out? Stop fooling yourself!
Well then he will know about where they're keeping Merlin, I retorted back to myself. I know we've waited long enough and now can be the perfect chance; all we have to do is corner Winsor and threaten him to tell us what he knows...
"I hope your journey went smooth" Uther said pleasantly.
"Well, we wouldn't say that smooth would we Idris, but we are here in one piece" he answered proudly.
"Hmm" Idris agreed, never taking his eyes off me.
"Well I'm sure you must be famished and tired, I shall get a servant to take you to your rooms and to bring up some food" Uther told them, still smiling.
How could not see that these people were evil?!
"You!" Father pointed at Guinevere, "Take these gentlemen to the guest chambers and see to it that they are well fed" He instructed.
She glanced at me then nodded looking back at the King, and bowed then lead them out of the great hall.
"Father-" I said as soon as they were out of earshot.
"Not a word Arthur" he interrupted sternly.
"But sire" Leon started to only get cut off.
"ANY of you" He glared at each of them then swept out of the room.
I could only just gaze at them doubtfully.
Merlin had his arms raised above his head, chained at his wrists to the cold, stone wall. His face was stark white with dried up tears painted on his cheeks. Shivering as if he had been dumped in an icy lake, he had legs pulled up to his chest and was silently crying to himself. The room he was stuck in was rectangular shape with a minuscule window at the right hand corner. Dried blood was crusted along his neck where someone ruthless had cut his throat just days ago. Just as he was about to give up for the night, a hooded figure walked in wearing black.
Outstretching her right arm, her sleeve fell limp and peered out an encrusted dagger. As she walked towards Merlin, Merlin himself cowered into the wall, the chains bruising his wrists, trying with all his might to get away from the enemy.
"Please" Merlin whimpered, his eyes shining.
"Oh don't worry," she soothed in a mocking way, a sneer on her face, "I'll give you what you want soon enough."
Lifting the dagger, she stalked over towards the cringing boy. Bringing it higher than her head, she gave on last smirk as she brought it down-
I gasped as I bolted up on my bead, gasping for the air around me.
God, that was so real. Running a hand through my hair I lay back down on my pillows. I knew I would never get back to sleep now since I knew what was happening with Merlin. Words could not express how Merlin must've felt. All alone with... her. And then he probably thinks we've abandoned him.
I now knew that we had to go tomorrow, dusk at the latest. Merlin had suffered far too long. And tomorrow was definitely going to be the day. So I lay back down and tried to get the shut eye I needed because I knew tomorrow was going to be long and hard.
As I predicted, sleep hadn't invited itself to my bed, making myself look like the living dead. It also didn't help that I had a bootlicker servant to attend to my needs. As he gave my breakfast and drew my bath, I came up with a brilliant idea!
"George?" I asked as I played with the bubbles in my bath.
He bowed and replied, "Yes, sire?"
I rolled my eyes before ordering, "Go fetch me the Knights of the Round Table and bring them to my chambers at noon"
He bowed again and stood still.
"That will be all George" I sighed, shaking my head.
I'll admit it; Merlin is a decent servant. When he wants to be that is.
As soon as they all arrived I got straight to the point, "What I first think we need to do is to somehow trick Winsor or Idris into telling us where they're hiding Merlin; it's obvious that they would've moved from the place where we last found them. All we need to know is where and then we're all set"
"Yes but how?" Leon asked, arms folded.
"They must've told him... to keep an eye on things over at this end and to know where to contact them." I retorted.
"We don't even know if he was there in the first place!" Percival exclaimed.
"No, he must've been there; he was probably just hiding in the tent..." Leon trailed off as we heard footsteps travel down to the armoury. And in stepped Lord Winsor. When he realised he had company, his step faltered and a sneer lit up his face.
"Please, don't halt on my account" he said, raising his arms up.
"You" Gwaine snarled and took a step forward.
"Careful now, you don't want to be banished again for assaulting your superior do you?" he asked mockingly.
Gwaine's face paled.
"H-how do you know-"
"I really don't think that matters do you? No, what I think matters is the bumbling idiot who is in my master's care and how you're going to 'stop her'" he told us smugly.
"He is not in her care!" I snarled, raising my sword, "He's done nothing wrong, why are you keeping him?" I demanded.
By now all of the knights had their swords raised, ready for a battle.
"Well, we don't know for sure if he's still alive, do we?" he asked turning in me.
I froze momentarily. How did he know about my nightmare?
"He is" Percival said somewhat unsure.
Lord Winsor's face snapped to his.
"Is he?"
Percival opened his mouth then closed it.
"For all we know, he could've had his throat slit-"
I drove forward and slammed him against the wall, my sword point at his neck.
"Now listen!" I snarled, "Tell me where they are hiding or I swear to God this sword will show you no mercy" I growled.
He just laughed at me, a horrible throaty cackle.
"I might as well; you'll never get to them in time-" he choked on his last words as I dug the point in deeper.
"Sire" Leon said quietly.
"Now boy, don't do anything you'll regret" Winsor stuttered shakily eyeing the sword with great dislike.
What a coward.
"I know I won't regret this" I whispered.
As I dug the sword in enough to draw blood, he whimpered.
"Tell. Me"
"Alright! On- on the border of Cendred's kingdom, there's a camp, that's where they'll be hi-"
"Father?" I let go of him and stepped back as Idris stepped into the scene.
"Ah, Idris, good" Lord Winsor blew out a sigh of relief.
"The King would like a word with you in the courtroom Father" Idris said, carefully staring at me.
Winsor nodded and left, still shaken up.
I smirked at his leaving figure.
But then I noticed Idris was still in the room.
"Yes?" Elyan asked him, a glare on his face.
He ignored him and locked eyes with me.
"My father's always been a coward; one day I shall rid the world of his kind. But for now, whatever he told you, it does not matter"
"And why is that?" I asked.
He smirked at me, "Because if you choose to rescue your servant, you'll have to tell the King everything and he won't believe your word against an old friend who has been a trusted ally-"
"He used magic in the past" I snapped.
"And he won't let you all go out because you're all needed for the peace ceremony tomorrow night of our two kingdoms so you have no means of escape. And by then, your little friend will already be dead"
He gave us one last sneer then left the room.
I glared at his retreating figure, blood boiling.
"Everyone get ready NOW; we ride out in 10 minutes" I instructed and left the room.
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