I think Lya200 pretty well summed it up for my last chapter, where are Kilgharrah's manners?! Well, here's the part you're all waiting for!
The whole journey down, Arthur considered and reconsidered his words. He had to be tactful but the more politely he phrased himself, the more he ended up sounding like his father. He hated sounding like Uther, and more importantly, he didn't think the dragon – Kilgharrah, he reminded himself – would be receptive to it either. He wanted to sound like himself but when he spoke too honestly, he came across as a petulant teenager. That, and his resentment for Kilgharrah's earlier behavior became too obvious. It didn't help that he didn't particularly like Kilgharrah. Whatever he told Merlin, and however true it may be, he was still angry at how the dragon had treated them.
After hearing Gaius' story about Kilgharrah's capture, Arthur could understand why the dragon would be upset at being confronted with a Pendragon after calling for Merlin, much less two Pendragons. He couldn't be sure Kilgharrah knew about Morgana, but he hadn't liked her either so the odds were the dragon knew.
But even if he understood, it didn't mean he could completely forgive the overreaction. If dragons really were so wise, why hadn't it tempered its reaction after seeing Merlin's fearful reaction? Even if Kilgharrah expected a grown Merlin, he should have given some consideration to the presence of a child. What was it with adults scaring Merlin, anyways? First Uther, and now Kilgharrah. Technically, Kilgharrah was probably somewhat more than an adult. And, his mind corrected, there was at least one other person in the category that came before Uther.
He sighed and focused on the immediate problem.
Kilgharrah had been expecting a grown Merlin – why? That had to have been a shock, but the real point of escalation came when he realized Merlin was with Arthur. It was logical to assume Kilgharrah disliked Arthur for being related to Uther, but why had he been so determined to separate them?
He was even less forgiving when he remembered how desperate Merlin must have felt to have his magic respond. He stopped where he was at that thought, on the final staircase leading down. Why was he trying to make nice with the dragon?
The dragon thought Arthur was a threat to Merlin. It didn't want a 'Pendragon' having control over Merlin, and knowing Kilgharrah's history now, Arthur figured he didn't want Merlin's magic to be discovered. On top of that, it had wanted to warn Merlin about something, something that was coming soon.
So, Arthur could be fairly certain that Kilgharrah cared about Merlin in his own… reptilian way and Arthur decided to focus on that. After all, Arthur cared about Merlin, and it was the one thing they had in common at this point. In light of that, Arthur was determined to prove his intentions to Kilgharrah. He doubted the dragon would ever like him, but if he could just get it to play nice in front of Merlin, that would be enough for Arthur.
Agonizing over these thoughts, Arthur was brought up short when he reached the guard room. The barred door had been shut and locked. He hadn't expected that. In point of fact, he hadn't had a plan if the guards had been present either… He pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought of what Leon would have to say about his lack of preparation.
He pulled on the door experimentally, confirming that it was indeed locked. Peering through, the light from the corridor allowed him to see that the table had been tidied slightly and all plates and bowls removed. Arthur guessed that the guard shift was allowed a break at night and he sighed.
While their absence was convenient, the locked door was not convenient at all. Studying the lock, Arthur was fairly certain none of his keys would fit. He was left with two choices – check the guardroom upstairs for the right key, or pick the lock. Either way, he would have to go back upstairs and he huffed in annoyance.
There was nothing for it. Arthur made his way back upstairs. The lone guard in the sentry room was snoring deeply – normally Arthur would splash him with water and reprimand him for his inattention, but tonight he let it pass gratefully. He quietly checked the wall of keys and pulled the most likely candidates. A quick stop at the armory equipped him with additional tools and he quickly made his way back down.
None of the keys worked. Of course, they didn't work, he thought, nothing was ever that easy. He set out his tools neatly and set to work on picking the lock, carefully ignoring the fact that he had never picked a lock before and had no idea what he was doing. He poked and prodded the keyhole with his various tools, each time hoping to hear a click. He steadily grew annoyed as the lock refused to open. He took down one of the wall torches and held it close to the lock. Eventually, he knelt on the cold, hard stone, to get a better view. He wiggled his tools, feeling the pick catch on something but not making a difference.
Finally, he took a break, resting his sweaty forehead against the door as if he could will the stubborn lock open, trying desperately to resist the temptation to jam his tools in and force the lock open. If he left signs of forced entry, the guards would be alerted and his future chances of getting in would be that much smaller. He took a deep breath and stretched his cramping fingers. With one last wipe of sweaty palms on his trousers, he reached up for one more try. He wiggled until he felt the pick catch and then he pushed in another tool and wiggled for all he was worth.
A miraculous moment later, the lock clicked open. Yes!
He narrowly stopped himself from whooping in celebration and hurriedly collected his tools. He swung the door shut behind him, hoping nobody would pull on it and realize it was unlocked. Without further ado, he set off down the stairs.
As he stepped onto the ledge, he realized that with all that lock business, he'd forgotten to think of what to say. Taking a deep breath, he stepped further toward the edge. "Hello?"
"Are you still there?" Smooth, Arthur, he thought. He was met with silence. He peered out into the darkness but unlike earlier, he couldn't see the outcropping he knew was out there. He frowned, unsure of how to address a dragon. Did dragons have titles?
"Kilgharrah?" Again, he was met with silence, but he thought he heard the faint sound of rocks shifting. The dragon had to be out there – it didn't exactly have the choice of leaving. That it hadn't answered him told Arthur that the dragon was still upset. Or that it didn't want to speak to Arthur, specifically. Well, Arthur didn't really want to talk to it either, but he was doing this for Merlin. It was for Merlin that he decided to stay.
With a sigh, Arthur studied the ledge around him. He walked to a spot that looked somewhat comfortable and sat with his back leaning against a boulder, facing the edge. "Look, Gaius told us about how you were captured–" Arthur thought he heard a faint snort but ignored it, "-and I'm guessing you see me as an extension of my father. I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but I'm here. The situation earlier escalated very quickly ending with overreactions from everyone involved. What could have been a simple introduction regretfully became a standoff instead."
His tone had slipped into the formal tone he used with Uther, and he took a breath to reset. "You and I can recognize that the conflict stems from events prior to our meeting, and are mature enough to handle the intensity. But not Merlin." He felt a slight twinge of guilt for leaving Merlin alone… what if he had another nightmare while Arthur was gone? He fought the urge to jump up and go check on him.
"He didn't take it well at all. Merlin is still too little, too innocent, to comprehend that our confrontation was not his fault. He's too sensitive, and maybe still a little too – raw – to not be frightened by it. It's drawing up bad memories for him." Arthur felt a familiar tugging sensation in his chest at the thought of Merlin's history. "Gaius taught me a bit about the dragons and today he told us of the dragonlords. I know why you called Merlin 'kin' and I do believe that you honestly mean him no harm." He thought he heard rock shifting faintly again. "Now I need you to believe that I mean him no harm."
There was a clear scoffing sound echoing around the cavern which caused Arthur to roll his eyes. "Whatever prejudices you have against my father, I am not him." He put all his strength into emphasizing his next words. "We both want to help Merlin, but to do that we need to get along. So, for his sake, at least listen and judge me on my own actions."
There were no objections, just more shifting sounds which Arthur chose to take as a sign of interest. He explained what he knew of Merlin's enslavement and subsequent escape. He told Kilgharrah about how he found Merlin, interrupted occasionally by the sounds of movement growing louder in the darkness, and the tugging feeling intensifying. As he described Merlin's wounds, Arthur was startled by a violent crack splitting the air. As the sound of rock being crushed continued, he realized Kilgharrah was now perched on the outcropping, his silhouette slightly illuminated by an eerie blue glow. When Kilgharrah snarled, Arthur hoped the dragon directed its ire at the people actually responsible for Merlin's suffering.
His torch was burning low and he set it down to let it burn out completely. "I agree with your reaction, although I was more shocked in that moment than anything. I didn't think that was something that happened to children – it just never occurred to me. I didn't even think about how that would affect him but I had to figure it out from the start. It was a bit of an ordeal to bathe him that day. He was unconscious at first but when he woke, he panicked. He was so frightened of me, so afraid that I would drown him, and I didn't know what to do. I asked him to trust me… and he did." Arthur was still amazed by the significance of Merlin's decision. He had no reason to trust Arthur; in fact, he had an abundance of reasons to not trust Arthur. "He gave me a chance. I cleaned him up and treated him as best I could, but it wasn't enough. By morning, his fever was higher and I was worried about infection." Arthur remembered the sense of urgency and it tugged at his mind like a word on the tip of his tongue. Confused, he continued, "I knew I needed to get that collar off so I took him to the druids, to Iseldir."
"How do you know Iseldir? How did you know how to find the druids?"
It was the first time the dragon had spoken to him but Arthur didn't want to answer. The story was very personal to him and not something he discussed with just anyone. He took a deep breath to steady himself. "With all due respect, Kilgharrah, sir, that is not something I am ready to talk about. Suffice it to say that I trust Iseldir, he trusts me, and I hoped that he would be able to help me. I figured it was the safest option considering Merlin appeared to have magic and was wearing a magical collar."
The dragon narrowed its eyes at him and studied him. Arthur had the distinct impression that it would have liked to force the story out of him but it seemed to be holding back. Perhaps he really was listening to Arthur… "Did you intend to leave him with the druids?"
Arthur was caught off guard by the question. "It honestly didn't even cross my mind. I was focused on getting him help. On the way, he stopped waking up. No matter what I did, he didn't respond… I was scared. By the time, we got to the camp, I was just so relieved, and tired, that I was glad to hand him over to more capable hands. But I never thought about abandoning him."
The dragon studied him for a moment longer before nodding shortly. Arthur went on and it was when he described Merlin's panic attack that he finally recognized the sensation he kept feeling. "He thought I left him and he panicked, and that's when I knew, I knew, that I couldn't leave him. He'd just lost everything, everyone he knew. It wasn't just help that he needed, he needed someone to stay with him, someone he could count on. He didn't know me but he gave me a chance. It was the least I could do to honor that trust. Isn't that right, Merlin?"
Kilgharrah tilted his head questioningly but Arthur ignored him. He looked to the doorway and waited. Eventually, he saw Merlin peek out, one wide eye trying to find Arthur in the gloomy darkness.
"Come join us, Merlin. Everything is alright. We're getting along. Come on!" He kept his tone gently encouraging and sure enough, Merlin's second eye peeped out from behind the wall. Spotting Arthur, Merlin edged out cautiously but didn't approach. Arthur was a little exasperated to see that Merlin was barefoot and without any kind of warm covering. He stood, trembling, with his head bowed but Arthur could see him glancing up at Kilgharrah the same way he had done with Uther after their first meeting.
Arthur got ready to speak up, to explain to Kilgharrah why Merlin was hesitating, but Kilgharrah seemed to understand. "Young warlock, don't be scared." Merlin's shoulders curled up but he didn't back away. "Merlin," Arthur could see the slight release of tension in Merlin's body after being addressed by his name, "I apologize for frightening you earlier. It was not my intention to do so. Please join us."
Arthur opened his arms invitingly, gesturing for Merlin to sit on his lap. With one more cautious glance at Kilgharrah, Merlin scrambled to Arthur, his small feet making pitter-patter sounds on the stone floor. He jumped into Arthur's arms, wrapping himself tightly around his chest. Arthur shifted around until he could wrap his cloak tightly around them both. Merlin's skin was icy and uncomfortable against his neck and sides where Merlin slipped his frozen feet under Arthur's shirt searching for warmth. He rubbed Merlin's back, trying to will some of his own warmth into him even as he felt goosebumps forming on his own skin. "Next time you sneak out after me, remember to bring some blankets, will you, Merlin?" He chuckled lightly so Merlin would know he was joking and not angry at being followed.
Kilgharrah surprised him then. He threw some rocks into the air and blew fire at them until they glowed. Then, with glowing eyes, he floated the heated rocks – boulders, actually – until they were set down close enough for Arthur to feel the heat radiating from them. He turned to face the closest boulder and opened his cloak so the heat would reach Merlin where he stayed wrapped around Arthur.
Continuing to rub Merlin's back soothingly, Arthur returned his attention to Kilgharrah. "Thank you for that. On behalf of Merlin too." Kilgharrah answered with a curt nod, his eyes never leaving Merlin.
He resumed his story then, skipping ahead to the Edwin incident. He tried to keep track of the dragon's reactions, when they were obvious, to try to anticipate his conclusions. He saw shrewd evaluation in Kilgharrah's expression when Arthur described his attempt to capture Edwin and subsequent ambush. That shrewdness became focused on Merlin when Arthur described Merlin's intervention. Before the dragon could ask, Arthur explained what he knew of Merlin and Morgana's perspectives. He couldn't explain too well, he only knew what Merlin had explained to him because Morgana hadn't been able to add much beyond, "I was dreaming and then Merlin appeared in it." He also voiced his own conclusions on Edwin's role in Merlin's enslavement.
Throughout his monologue, Merlin had warmed and unwrapped himself from around Arthur until he could sit comfortably on his lap. When Arthur stopped to take a breath, Merlin nervously looked up at Kilgharrah. Arthur waited, he could tell that Merlin was waiting for Kilgharrah to say or do something. After a long, shared look, he said, "You did well to save them, Merlin. Do not be frightened by your power." Kilgharrah gave Merlin an approving nod and Merlin relaxed against Arthur.
Arthur wiped Merlin's runny nose and tucked his cloak around them more tightly as he explained that that was pretty much all there was to tell, event-wise. He focused on talking about Merlin's development after that. Merlin stared at Arthur and Arthur let his tone show how proud he felt. He enjoyed seeing Merlin's cheeks color as he talked; he hadn't really talked like this in front of Merlin. He let himself ramble a little, his fatigue deepening as Merlin began to yawn more and more. The sight of Merlin slowly nodding off was adorable enough to capture his attention so much so that they both jumped when Kilgharrah yelled, "WHAT?"
Arthur quickly backtracked on what he'd just said. "Well, I guess we were all surprised too. I had geared up for a fight to keep Merlin and Uther simply announced that he would take Merlin in as his ward."
Kilgharrah shook off his shock with a snarl. "Does Uther know of Merlin's magic?"
Arthur wrapped a protective arm around Merlin, who had stiffened at Kilgharrah's reaction. "Of course, not! But he thinks Merlin's education," he didn't even try to hide his disbelief at the word, "or what he knows of it, is a possible indicator of noble background. Or at least, he thinks it can be perceived that way." Arthur didn't explain Katrina's probable influence in the decision. He was glad for her help, but still unsure of her motivations.
"Uther doesn't interact with Merlin too often. He knows he makes Merlin a little uncomfortable." That was an understatement to say the least, but Arthur had skipped Merlin's first introduction to Uther. He didn't think the dragon needed any other reason to hate Uther. "Merlin spends his time with me. He has his own rooms now, but he still stays with me and that's fine by me. He can stay as long as he needs." Merlin haphazardly wiped his nose on his sleeve and hid his face in Arthur's shirt as he hugged Arthur. "Merlin may be Uther's ward legally, but I'm more of his guardian for now. And, by being Uther's ward, he's being treated to the kingdom's finest, most boring education," Merlin gave muffled a sleepy giggle, "while being well-sheltered and well-fed." Arthur tickled Merlin's belly at the latter to keep him giggling.
Kilgharrah rumbled in thought as he studied them. Arthur had seen how the dragon studied Merlin since his arrival. He hoped that Merlin's obvious trust helped persuade the dragon to believe in Arthur. As it was, the dragon let the silence stretch as it watched them. Arthur recognized the squirm tactic and used Merlin to anchor himself. Merlin was completely unaware, his fatigue overwhelming him slowly but surely. Arthur focused on him, wiping his nose, propping him up when he finally fell asleep, and tucking his cloak tighter as the heated rocks cooled.
It was when he was nodding off himself that Kilgharrah finally deigned to speak. "Why is he bandaged?" He spoke quietly so as not to wake Merlin.
Arthur answered just as softly. "He worked himself into a panic attack after the – after our confrontation earlier. He hadn't known about his dragonlord powers and didn't mean to use them. When Gaius explained the compulsion to obey, and how you-" Arthur hesitated, not wanting to sound accusing, "-you felt betrayed, he withdrew from us. I didn't know why, I thought he might be grieving for his father. Gaius told us how those powers are inherited, and even though Merlin never met his father, well, I thought that was it. So, I left him to it. I won't make that mistake again."
"What happened?" Kilgharrah insisted.
"I'm not sure if he had a nightmare and woke up or if he just never fell asleep. The room was dark and I could hear something was wrong. He doesn't like the dark – I always leave a lit candle for him, but it went out. But when I finally got the light going, I saw that he was huddled in a corner, biting his fist and with scratches all over. He was so upset, so disgusted with himself for using his power on you, that he was hurting himself. He thought it made him like Cenred. I told him that wasn't true, that he is nothing like Cenred. He didn't know what he was doing, he was just afraid, and it wasn't his fault. He's the little one, the child. You and I and everyone else are the adults." He tried not to react to the dragon's raised brow. "We should have controlled our tempers and never let him feel so threatened that his magic rose up to protect him. That's my job." He surprised himself with the steel in his voice, but it was the truth.
Kilgharrah rumbled again. "I am sorry for my part in that." The was a faint grinding which Arthur suspected meant the dragon was grinding his teeth. Before he could wonder why, the dragon spoke again. "You were right." Arthur bit his lip to stop from smiling. "We all overreacted."
Arthur nodded, relieved to finally be in agreement. "It scares me."
Kilgharrah didn't ask, but he gave Arthur his full attention.
"I just worry, sometimes, that… That he…" Arthur took a steadying breath. "That I can't help him. That I'm not helping him enough. What if he's just bottling it up, to hide how he feels? What if he hurts himself again?"
Kilgharrah studied them a little longer before speaking again. "You are helping him. More than you know." Arthur suspected he was referring to the prophecy, but before he could bring it up, Kilgharrah went on. "I have much to think about, and we will have to discuss many things, but it is late and Merlin needs to rest." Arthur nodded. "I will call for you in a few days." The dragon gave him one last long look. "Take good care of him."
Without further ado, Kilgharrah took off and flew away into the darkness.
"Good night!" Arthur stage whispered as he rolled his eyes. Slowly, he stood up and rearranged Merlin in his arms.
That was when he realized how dark it was. His torch had long burnt out and he hadn't thought to bring another. Whatever eerie light illuminated the dragon was gone now. He gingerly stepped forward with one arm outstretched until he felt the wall. Hoping he was moving in the right direction, he followed the wall – and promptly tripped.
The abrupt motion woke Merlin and Arthur quickly hugged him tight, trying to forestall his panic. "It's alright, Merlin. You're safe. You're with me. The torch burnt out and I'm trying to find my way back upstairs. I've got you." He could feel Merlin's breathing hitch. "Don't be afraid, Merlin. I have you. I'm just trying to find the stairs." Merlin gripped tightly to Arthur's neck but surprised him. A flash of gold illuminated Merlin's face and a glowing blue orb appeared in front of Arthur. It bounced through the air to shine on the doorway to the stairs.
"That's brilliant, Merlin! You're brilliant!" He kissed Merlin's forehead and proceeded to ascend. When they reached the guardroom, Arthur was relieved to see that the guards hadn't arrived yet. He took a torch on his way out to replace the one he took earlier and pulled the door closed behind him– only to realize he had no way to lock it.
He cursed under his breath and had to change his wording halfway through when Merlin's sleepy eyes widened. "Sorry about that, Merlin. I forgot about the door. I have no way to lock it."
Merlin looked past him and with another flash of his eyes, the lock clicked shut. One more flash and the orb disappeared. Merlin slackened in his arms with the release of the magic and Arthur remembered Merlin's strain this morning. It felt like an age ago – this really had been a long day. If the sniffling and drooping eyes were any indication, he needed to get Merlin to bed right away.
As he walked, Arthur was struck by a thought. "Merlin, did you unlock the door for me earlier?"
Merlin offered him a sheepish smile and Arthur laughed. He kept chuckling as he made his way upstairs. He had been so happy at having been able to unlock the door and all along, it had been Merlin! Morgana would never let him live it down if he told her. Merlin fell asleep again on the way up and Arthur was careful not to jostle him as he climbed the stairs.
He was debating the merits of returning the borrowed keys and tools when he heard the bells chime the hour. Calculating that there was only about an hour before dawn, he headed straight for his chambers. He had a meeting with Uther in the morning… er, in a few hours, and he needed every bit of sleep he could get. He would leave Merlin sleeping. If the sniffling was anything to go by, the day had really taken a toll on him.
Safely in his chambers, Arthur stoked the fire higher once again. He resigned himself to having someone stoke it overnight; the nights would only get colder and having even soft firelight might help Merlin in case the candle went out. It would also mean the bed would be prepared with hot bricks before bedtime – which would have been useful now, he thought. He had been about to settle Merlin down when he noticed how cold the bed had become. With a frown, he shifted the blankets to his side and climbed into bed with Merlin still in his arms. When the sheets had absorbed some warmth, he cocooned Merlin in a blanket and set him down. Curling close, Arthur piled the blankets over both of them and was asleep before his toes warmed up.
He was woken by giggling.
Again.
Giggling, and an insistent voice whispering in his ear, "Arthur, wake up! We're going to be late!"
He dragged his eyes open unwillingly and was startled to find Morgana's smirking face up close to his. He blinked tiredly, feeling like he had grit in his eyes, trying to make sense of her words. That's right! They had to meet with Uther! He groaned, unhappy at being forced out of his warm pile of blankets. Before he could prop himself up, Morgana stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Don't knock him off!"
Arthur looked down and understood why Gwen was flailing in the background.
In the few hours that they'd been sleeping, Merlin had crawled his way fully onto Arthur's chest. He was curled up, head over Arthur's heart and thumb hanging out of his slack mouth as he breathed. His nose must have gotten stuffy, he thought as he carefully turned to shift Merlin onto the bed. Tucking the blankets over him, Arthur gingerly climbed out of bed, wary of the cold stone floor.
He turned to Morgana. "Can Guinevere stay with him? I don't want to leave him alone." He hurriedly washed with the cold water in the wash basin. He hardly noticed that his towels and clothes had been laid out for him.
Morgana turned to Gwen, who nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! What will you tell Uther about leaving Merlin behind?"
The breakfast meeting was supposed to be about planning the Yule celebrations but Uther wanted to check in on Merlin as well. "I'll tell him the truth. Merlin had a bad night and it looks like he might be getting sick again." He rushed behind the screen to change clothing.
"Did he? Have a bad night, I mean?" Morgana sounded concerned.
"Yes, but we didn't sleep much for another reason. We went back to the dragon." He stepped out, tucking in his shirt and looking for his boots. "I'll tell you all about it later, Gaius too, but it went well. I think so, anyway."
Morgana looked like she was about to burst with questions, but Arthur took her by the arm to lead her out. "Later, Morgana. Thank you, Guinevere!"
Gwen stood for a few more minutes after Morgana and Arthur left, uncertain of what to do while she waited. She considered fetching her sewing supplies but that would involve leaving Merlin alone. Looking around the room, she decided to tidy it while she waited. She knew Arthur hadn't had a manservant since the last one quit – it had been just before Merlin arrived and she suspected he didn't want to hire a new one while Merlin was still adjusting. She glanced tenderly at the sleeping boy on the bed.
She set about cleaning the room. She sent word down to have pages restock the firewood and clean the fireplace. While they did that, she picked up around the room, collecting items for the laundresses and organizing the prince's desk. With some delight, she found a stack of Merlin's drawings and spent a few precious minutes studying them. She sent another page to the steward to refill Arthur's dwindling stationery supplies and made sure to keep the drawings out of sight. She also sent down for more candles, moving the remaining few to the table beside the bed. She knew Arthur left a candle burning at night for Merlin and it was leaving him without candles around the room. Nearly all of the candelabras were empty of candles and she found it shameful that the prince of Camelot had less light in his room than she did! No, this would not do. The next time she saw the steward she planned to ask him to regularly send candles up. He was a kind man, and if she mentioned that it was for Merlin, he'd see that Arthur's room was never without light.
As quietly as they worked, the pages still finished quickly and she was once again left twiddling her thumbs. She once again considered fetching her sewing kit – Arthur had some items of clothing that needed mending – but luckily, Merlin stirred just as breakfast was delivered. She stilled, giving him a chance to fall asleep if he wanted but he stretched and slowly opened his eyes. He coughed once as he cleared his nose to breathe. He looked around the room, very obviously searching for Arthur and finally settled his worried gaze on her.
Quickly, she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached to stroke his hair to reassure him as she cheerfully said, "Good morning, Merlin!" He sat up and let her wrap him with a blanket. She gently wiped his runny nose and checked him for fever. He seemed fine. "Arthur and Morgana are having breakfast with the King. Are you hungry, Merlin? I had food brought for you."
Merlin didn't answer her. Sometimes he spoke to her, but only ever when Arthur was present – and even then, it was only a few words at a time. She waited a moment, knowing that he sometimes just needed time to gather his courage. He stared at her in open concern and quietly whispered, "Uther?"
Gwen continued stroking his hair, glad to have him responding. She was trying not to stare at the scratches on Merlin's face and neck. She wondered what had happened to his hands. "Yes. It's nothing to worry about, Merlin. They are discussing the Yule celebrations."
Merlin tilted his head, concern assuaged but curiosity piqued. Gwen wasn't sure what to say until Merlin whispered, "Yule?"
She smiled at him, she loved Yuletide and expected Merlin did too. It was the time of year all children loved! "Yes, we're only a few weeks from it now."
Merlin stared blankly at her and she only just managed to keep her smile from slipping when she realized Merlin didn't know what Yule was. She turned to fetch Merlin's clothes, using it as an excuse to hide her shock and pity. Had Merlin never celebrated Yule before? "Yule is a midwinter celebration. The season lasts from the winter solstice to the beginning of the new year, with Yuletide being a feast day."
She handed Merlin his clothes and watched as he gingerly tiptoed across the cold floor to the changing screen. As he changed, she began stripping the bed having left fresh linens ready on the trunk. "All the nobles are invited and there will be get togethers for everyone. There are usually a few hunts and a short tournament – all of which are really an excuse to show off our prince's skills. He's been champion two years running! Everyone said the first year he only won because everyone knew he was the prince, but last year he used a secret identity and still won." She blushed as she remembered helping him into and out of his armor. Arthur hadn't trusted his squire to keep the secret and had been struggling on his own until Morgana found out. She in turn told Gwen because Gwen was a blacksmith's daughter and perfectly capable of outfitting someone in armor.
She shook her head to clear the image of a sweaty Arthur smirking after a successful bout. Focusing on making the bed, she resumed talking. "At night, after the feasts and banquets, the servants celebrate with their own parties. Morgana always gives me the night off. Usually I go home and spend it with my father but this year, I don't know what I'll do." She mentioned that last in surprise, realizing suddenly that for the first time, she wouldn't have anyone to go home to. Merlin appeared at her side, struggling to button up his trousers with bandaged hands. She did it for him and tucked in his shirt. As she helped him with into his woolen overshirt, he quietly asked, "Why?"
She fidgeted with his collar to steady her hands. "My father passed away this year. A lot of people died during the spring when the plague hit."
Merlin looked at her sadly. "It's alright, Merlin. Really! Morgana helped me through it and she still does. She knows I like to keep busy so she keeps inventing new projects for me." She ruffled his hair and gestured to the table. "Have some breakfast."
She resumed making the bed and winked at Merlin when he helped her place the pillows. Only when the bed was finished did Merlin head to the table, pulling Gwen along. As he began to eat, she described more of the celebrations, and how Morgana always avoided the ladies' events. "She's actually quite good with the bow and the sword, but the King is adamant that she acts like a lady. She just hates listening to all the ladies gossip." She wrinkled her own nose in distaste. All the older noblewomen were intimidating and all the younger ones did was complain. She could hardly blame Morgana for avoiding them. "He'll force her to attend and it always ends with a bit of a fight, though the King always wins her back over by gifting her with a 'manly' gift. Last year, he gave an exquisite longbow. You should ask to see it sometime."
Seeing that she had Merlin's full attention, she smiled cheerfully. "Everyone exchanges presents the day after the Yuletide feast. Nearly everyone gets the day off and people sleep in after all the revelry from the night before. I used to come in late, after my father and I exchanged our presents. It's great fun to watch Morgana and Arthur open their presents. And they always give me such beautiful presents. This year, I embroidered a new bodice for Morgana's favorite dress and I'm giving Arthur a new belt. I didn't know what to get him, but Morgana suggested it…" she trailed off. Merlin had stopped eating and was staring worriedly at his plate.
"What's wrong, Merlin?"
He shook his head as his ears flamed brightly.
"Merlin?"
Merlin's mouth opened and closed. Finally, he managed to whisper, "Presents?"
Gwen didn't know what to say. Why would Merlin be sad about presents? Had she said something strange? "Don't you like presents, Merlin?" He shrugged.
She reviewed her words and it hit her then. Merlin had probably never gotten presents, and more significantly, he had nothing to give. She had said described the present exchange and now he must be worried about what to give. She opened her mouth to reassure him that he didn't need to give presents, children weren't expected to do so, but she had learned enough about him to know that wouldn't placate him. He wanted so desperately to please others, especially Arthur. She tried to think… He could give out drawings, or maybe something he made… She looked around. Even small trinkets would do – "Oh!"
She smiled at him, "Merlin, do you feel up to going for a quick trip out? We could go to the market! You might find some little things to give away!"
He stared at her, startled, before bowing his head. Gwen blushed at herself, Merlin didn't have money and she was offering to take him shopping! Quickly, she took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You don't need to worry about money, Merlin. We can get small little things. Or at least look around. You might get some ideas to make something!"
Her enthusiasm seemed to be tempting Merlin. "If nothing else, we can stop at the artist guild house. They might inspire new drawings for you to give out." That caught his attention and he gave a small nod. "Great! Finish your breakfast then. Do you mind if I go fetch my cloak? I left it in Morgana's room." He shook his head but she didn't miss his nervous stare as she shut the door.
She ran all the way there and back, dodging around servants and trying not to knock anyone over. She didn't carry her money purse with her; they would have to retrieve it on the way to the market. She mentally tabulated her needs to determine what she could spare for Merlin today. It should be enough for something small… Maybe she could take Merlin to the baker! She wondered if he'd ever had iced buns. Oh, she was so excited! Catching her breath, she tried to look calm when she entered Arthur's room. Merlin was reaching on tiptoe for his cloak in the wardrobe, boots already on and haphazardly tied. He startled when she entered the room but smiled, relieved, to see it was her. She smiled at him and helped him get his cloak before fixing his laces. "Ready?"
He nodded at her, biting his lip but looking somewhat excited. She took his hand and they began their trip.
They only made it as far as the first-floor landing when they met Katrina and her handmaiden. Gwen was surprised, Katrina was nearly always with Uther nowadays. "Milady," she greeted and curtsied. Beside her, Merlin bowed as Arthur had taught him and offered up a smile. Sneaking a glance at the Lady's face, Gwen noted that she was pale and drawn.
"Good morning, Merlin. Guinevere. I see you didn't make it to breakfast either. Not feeling well?"
Merlin shrugged, but his sniffling was answer enough. Gwen winced as Merlin wiped his nose with his sleeve. She should have brought a handkerchief! "The prince said Merlin didn't get much sleep last night," Gwen offered by way of explanation.
"That makes two of us then. Where are you off to, if I may inquire?"
Gwen privately thought that Katrina looked like she missed a few nights' sleep entirely. "I was telling Merlin about Yule and what kinds of things usually happen at Yuletide," she said vaguely. She didn't want to outright say that Merlin had never experienced Yule season but she could see that Katrina was considering the implications of Gwen's words. "I told him about how presents are exchanged and we're trying to think of presents for him to give away. I wanted to take him to the artists' to give him ideas for new drawings. Or maybe look for small trinkets in the market. That's where we're headed now."
Katrina smiled kindly at Merlin but Gwen didn't miss the quick once-over she received. What was that for?
Katrina whispered something to her handmaiden who promptly left. "That sounds exciting! It will be good for you to get some fresh air, Merlin. I'm told Guinevere is a capable haggler, so you're in good hands. Do you know what you want to buy?"
Merlin shook his head and squeezed Gwen's hand. Katrina waved a hand dismissively. "That's alright, Merlin. It's usually harder for boys to pick gifts. I have it on good authority that Morgana helps both Uther and Arthur pick their presents." Gwen nodded conspiratorially when Merlin looked to her for confirmation. "You see, Merlin? If you want my advice, just look around and think of a person. When you spot something that reminds you of them, just point it out to Guinevere and let her handle the seller." She winked at Gwen.
Just then the handmaiden returned and Katrina accepted something from her. Turning back to them, Katrina met Merlin's eyes and held out five gold coins. "These are for you, Merlin. Consider it an early Yuletide gift. Use them to buy whatever you want, and I hope you buy something for yourself too. Maybe some sweets? I'll give them to Guinevere to keep for you." Merlin's eyes were about the size of the coins in Katrina's hand. He gulped audibly. Gwen felt like doing the same, and only propriety kept her from doing so. She humbly accepted the coins Katrina pressed into her hand. She looked down, surprised. There were seven coins in total! She looked up, still holding the coins out.
Katrina gave her a wan smile as she wavered, steadied by her handmaiden. "Something for you as well, Gwen. Happy Yule!"
"Thank you, milady. You are too kind." She said the last emphatically.
"A little recognition for your kindness to Merlin."
Gwen didn't think that was all. Two gold coins was far, far too much considering Gwen hardly ever interacted with Katrina, but she didn't want to make a scene in front of Merlin. He might feel ashamed and she didn't want to spoil the gift for him. Instead, she closed her hand around the coins and gave a grateful curtsy, already thinking of what she could make as a gift for her in return. Seeing Gwen curtsy, Merlin released Gwen's hand long enough to hug Katrina's legs lightly.
Katrina wavered again, her face paling even more. "Have a fruitful trip!" With that, she waved goodbye to them as her handmaiden – Gretchen, Gwen finally remembered – supported her firmly. The conversation had ended abruptly, but Gwen was sure the Lady was not feeling well. Gwen hoped she felt better soon. Perhaps Gaius would have something that could help her.
Merlin didn't move right away, watching Katrina with concern. Gwen tugged his hand lightly and he looked back at her. She got the impression he knew something, saw something perhaps, but didn't ask. Instead, she gestured questioningly towards the entrance. With a nod, Merlin followed her.
He hesitated slightly before stepping out the door, blinking at the bright light. It was cold outside, but the weather had been mild compared to past winters. She still made sure to pull up Merlin's hood and tightened her own cloak. She walked slowly, letting Merlin take his time finding his footing in the slushy walkway. She watched fondly as he reached out to touch the snow piled up along the edges. The crews cleared snow from the most used paths around the keep but the snow was left relatively undisturbed on the sides. She had heard the other servants talking about Arthur playing with Merlin in the snow. She dearly wished she could have seen it, but watching him now, she suspected Merlin was remembering it.
Passing the stables, Merlin tugged her hand in a silent plea. On a whim, she gave in saying, "Just a quick hello, Merlin. I don't want to be gone too long." Merlin beamed and ran forward, skidding to a stop in front of Tidbit's stall. Tidbit, Gwen chuckled. She wondered how Merlin chose that name of all things. True to his word, Merlin only stayed long enough to hug Tidbit and sneak him a handful of oats.
He scrambled back to Gwen's side as a rowdy group of squires and young knights entered, Sirs Leon and Caradoc among them. Gwen curtsied in greeting and Merlin shyly waved from behind her.
Leon quickly took in Merlin's scratched face and bandaged hands. He crouched down to Merlin's height and smiled. "Hello, we didn't expect to see you here. It's good to see you up and about, Merlin."
Merlin edged out from behind Gwen and smiled at Leon. Looking up at Caradoc, he pointed behind him to Tidbit's stall. Leon chuckled. "Did you come to visit Tidbit?"
Merlin nodded happily as Caradoc muffled his own chuckle. Gwen thought she heard him murmur, "Sneaking him more treats, I suspect." He turned away to call the men to order, getting them to stand in ranks at the end of the stable barn, leaving Leon with them.
Leon gently clapped Merlin on the shoulder and stood up. "Thank you for bringing him out. The fresh air will be good for him."
Gwen took Merlin's hand. "Actually, we were on our way into the lower town. I wanted to help Merlin with his Yule gifts."
Leon studied her thoughtfully and Gwen began to worry that maybe it was a bad idea. However, Leon nodded and patted Merlin on the head. "Stay close to Guinevere, Merlin, and have fun!"
With another curtsy, Gwen led Merlin out. She was anxious to get going. Uther's pre-Yule briefing usually ran long, but he always let Arthur and Morgana free before lunch. They needed to be back before then if they were going to hide Merlin's presents from Arthur and Morgana.
She was pulled to a stop at the gated entry to the keep. Merlin's small hand was clammy. "Merlin?"
He didn't answer her. He was looking straight ahead tensely. She crouched down next to him, worried. He was biting his lip and his eyes were teary. It took her a moment to realize he wasn't blinking. He stared ahead, determinedly, perhaps even longingly. "Merlin, are you afraid?"
Still he didn't answer but his grip tightened. "We don't have to go, Merlin." His breath stuttered but he didn't move. It struck her then that Merlin had not left the castle since Arthur brought him. All of their outings… Arthur was always present and they never left the keep.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
"Come along, Merlin. We can go another day. Let's go back." She stood and tried to lead Merlin back, but he resisted. He didn't want to go back, but he was afraid to go out. Gwen was at a loss. What could she do? She was still internally flailing when a voice from behind startled her.
"Why don't I join you?"
She turned and was relieved to find Leon walking up to them. Next to Arthur, Merlin trusted Leon the most. In fact, Leon was the only other person to manage to take Merlin outside.
Leon crouched down next to Merlin, who was now staring at the ground with his head bowed. Leon gently pushed Merlin's face up to meet his eyes. "Do you mind, Merlin? Caradoc is having the juniors clean the stables and I need an excuse to get out of it!"
Merlin studied Leon's face, his posture relaxing. Still holding to Gwen's hand, he nodded and held out his other hand for Leon to take.
Gwen nodded gratefully to Leon. She tamped down the urge to grin in excitement. She couldn't wait to show Merlin the town market! She was sure he would be captivated by the guild house too, though they now definitely had enough money to buy gifts. They drew stares as people recognized Leon as Arthur's second and wondered why he was escorting a servant and a child. Merlin held tight to both their hands but bravely marched ahead between them. He stared in open wonder at everything: houses, people, animals. Every new sound drew his attention and Gwen found herself reflexively explaining things in response to Merlin's curiosity.
She took a circuitous route to the guild shop, avoiding the crowded main streets. She wanted Merlin to see the art before they headed into the market to shop. She explained as much to Leon when he gave her a questioning look.
She decided the morning's efforts were well worth the result when she saw Merlin's jaw drop. The guild shop was empty except for the shop keeper, the perfect environment to let Merlin wander as he pleased. Only wealthy nobles and patrons visited the guild house but she had been here with Morgana and the keeper seemed content when he recognized her. She hoped he didn't make a fuss if they didn't buy anything. "We'd like to look around, please?"
The keeper nodded and smiled politely. "Looking for a gift for your mistress, perhaps? I could show you a few things. Or perhaps Sir Knight would like help choosing a gift, for a lady?"
Gwen politely demurred and Leon merely shook his head. "We are not your customers today, merely escorts for our friend here. We'll be fine to look around, thank you."
The shopkeeper's smile faded. He studied Merlin and Gwen was glad Morgana hadn't settled for anything but fine cloth to make his clothes. It was plain to anyone looking that Merlin was not a ragamuffin child off the streets, and combined with a senior knight for an escort, well, the shopkeeper didn't object.
Gwen released Merlin's hand and gestured for him to look freely. Leon encouraged him with a gentle push, "Go on, Merlin. Look around. We'll be here if you need us."
With one last hesitating glance, Merlin wandered to the wall of paintings. Leon stayed with Gwen and she felt compelled to fill the silence. "I saw some drawings he made for Arthur and thought he might feel inspired by seeing the art here. Especially in case we couldn't buy the things he wanted."
Leon nodded, his eyes never leaving Merlin. "This was a good idea. Arthur will deny it to his last breath, but he loves Merlin's drawings. Did you know Merlin's drawn a lot of the castle?"
Gwen was smiling at the memory of the carefully stacked drawings on Arthur's desk. She shook her head in response to Leon's question.
"He places his toys on them like the King does on his maps. The horse figures in the stables, the small weapons in the armoury." He smiled.
It was so adorable that Gwen couldn't suppress a quiet squeal.
Leon stepped to her other side – moving to stay in Merlin's line of sight, she realized. "I hope you don't mind my joining you. I saw him stuck in the entrance and thought it would help if he had someone else he knew along for the trip. And if you need it, I can pitch in to buy what he wants."
Gwen blushed. It was true that as a servant, she didn't have a lot of money, certainly not as much as a knight or nobility, but it rarely drew attention. She had been prepared to give what little she had and yet twice today, others had risen to supplement the occasion. She thanked Leon, explaining that they were now well equipped to buy anything Merlin wanted. He raised his brow when she mentioned Katrina, but otherwise accepted her answer stoically.
She felt a little guilty for turning him down, so she said, "Truly, thank you. I was so caught up in the excitement of Yule that I didn't even remember he's never left the castle before today. I was just caught off guard, I suppose. He didn't even know what Yule was and then I mentioned the tradition of gifts… I just keep throwing surprises at him, I guess," she sighed, shrugging.
Leon glanced at her. "It was a good idea," he repeated. "I suspect he was just a little overwhelmed. Arthur suspects Merlin was rarely allowed outdoors, much less exposed to crowds. When Arthur was away, he asked Merlin to trust me, and I hoped he would remember that." They watched as the shopkeeper brought a crate for Merlin to stand on so he could look at the pieces on the counter in the center of the room. Merlin's silent charm seemed to work on the shopkeeper, who was now describing how each of the pieces was made.
"You really don't think Merlin has ever celebrated Yule before?"
Gwen saw Leon's faint frown. "He didn't know what it was. I only mentioned it because that's what the King wanted to discuss this morning. Prince Arthur left Merlin behind to rest but Merlin woke not long after."
Leon nodded, clearing his expression. "I don't think even Arthur knew that. You should mention it, if you can." Gwen nodded.
In the end, they did buy something before leaving. Merlin excitedly waved them over to look at a mosaic tile depicting a white rose. "Morgana?" he asked quietly, drawing a surprised look from the shopkeeper at his casual use of the name of the King's ward. Gwen didn't explain, focused on the transaction, but the keeper let her have it for a lower price than she expected. He seemed eager to please them now.
Soon enough, they were heading towards the market. Merlin skipped happily at first, becoming more serious as they encountered more townspeople. He held to their hands tightly and pulled them closer. Heading into the market, Leon elected to carry Merlin, placating him by saying, "This way you can see the booths more easily and we won't be separated."
From the safety of Leon's hold, Merlin studied everything and everyone. They meandered, letting Merlin see all of the booths. When they reached the booths with food, Gwen led them straight to the sweets stand. Merlin stared blankly at first and with a quiet explanation from Gwen, the seller eagerly cut away small samples for Merlin to try. Watching his eyes light up, Gwen suggested her favorites and even Leon participated. They purchased a sizeable collection of treats, Merlin eagerly sharing with Gwen and Leon. She laughed, more than a little embarrassed but amused nonetheless, when Merlin tried to feed Leon a piece of sticky caramel, missed, and got it stuck in his beard instead.
They lingered at the carver's booth, buying a few figures, and in the textile area. She helped Merlin choose kerchiefs, guiding him to the finer materials but otherwise letting him choose freely.
All too soon, they arrived back inside the keep. Leon excused himself to return to his duties and Gwen led Merlin back to Arthur's chambers. Hearing the bell chime noon, she hurried, a little surprised at how much time had passed. When they arrived, she could hear voices from inside the room.
"Oh no, they're already back!"
Merlin looked up at her, not understanding her worry. "We won't be able to hide the presents! Or wrap them."
Merlin's face lightened. Checking the corridor, he raised his finger to his lips. Then with a pop, everything Gwen was carrying disappeared into thin air. She stared, confused. There was no weight, Merlin didn't just make them invisible, they were completely gone! Tongue between his teeth, Merlin gave her a cheeky smile. He gestured and his eyes flashed gold. A parcel – one of the gifts – appeared in his hands. Another flash – Gwen was stunned to see him using his magic – and the parcel disappeared. Merlin was staring up at her, his smile fading slightly as Gwen failed to react. Drawing herself together, she grinned at him, "That's amazing, Merlin!" He grinned.
They both startled as the doors were pulled open from inside to reveal Arthur, anxiously studying them both. "What's amazing?"
Merlin beamed and rushed forward to Arthur who crouched down to pick him up without hesitation. Behind them, Morgana waved Gwen in. As soon as they were inside, Arthur closed the doors. "Where did you go?"
Gwen felt her face heat – she'd forgotten to leave a note! "I'm sorry, Sire. I took him on a trip to the market in town. I forgot to leave a note."
Morgana waved a dismissive hand. "Don't be silly, Gwen. I knew you would take care of Merlin. Did you have a good trip? I wish I could have gone, too. I love shopping!"
Merlin was nodding eagerly from Arthur's arms. Arthur seated Morgana and pulled out a chair for Gwen too. She sat, still blushing at his attention. "If I had known, I would have left some money for you."
That makes three, Gwen thought. She laughed nervously. "Actually, on our way out, we met Lady Katrina and she gifted us with a few gold coins."
Arthur's eyebrows shot up as he took his seat, his surprise clear when Merlin, now happily curled up on his lap, held up five fingers. Arthur used a washcloth to wipe Merlin's runny nose.
Morgana said, "That was kind of her. How did she look? Uther told us she was ill."
Gwen nodded. She made a mental note to herself to tell Morgana about Katrina's gift to her – Morgana would know what a suitable thank you would be. "She was very pale and when I mentioned that Merlin hadn't slept much last night, she said, 'that makes two of us.'"
Morgana looked concerned. "I hope she feels better soon."
Arthur echoed the sentiment, adding, "Well, did you have a good trip?"
Almost simultaneously, Morgana asked, "What did you buy? I hope it's something pretty, Merlin." She gave him a wink.
Merlin blushed and nodded. Gwen answered for him, "It was a good trip. We took Merlin to see the arts guild house before the market."
Arthur asked, "We?"
This time, Merlin answered. "Leon too."
"Leon joined you?"
Merlin nodded. Gwen added, by way of explanation, "He came with us because he knew it was Merlin's first time leaving the keep."
Understanding flashed in Arthur's expression and he nodded approvingly. "Oh, that's good! Did you like the artists' guild?" he asked Merlin.
Merlin nodded enthusiastically but he didn't answer out loud. Arthur smiled at him. "What was your favorite?" he asked. "Out loud, Merlin," he added, looking pointedly at Morgana and Gwen.
Merlin smiled at them. "The sweets!" He started giggling, suddenly, and both Morgana and Arthur stared. Gwen was sure Merlin was remembering the incident with Leon's beard. Checking the door, Merlin's eyes flashed. The same kind of treat appeared in his hand. "I wanted to give it to Leon," he giggled, "like this!" He brought the sweet up to Arthur's mouth – and Arthur opened his mouth expectantly, Gwen noted. With a hiccup, Merlin dissolved into giggles as he stuck the sticky candy to Arthur's chin.
Gwen couldn't help it, she started laughing again at Arthur's confused expression. Beside her, Morgana was wiping tears from her eyes as she laughed uproariously. Arthur himself began to laugh, "Did you get caramel stuck to his beard?"
Merlin was struggling to breathe as he laughed and it was left to Gwen to nod through her own laughter. They all laughed a few minutes longer before settling down, only to start up again when Arthur used his tongue to pull the candy into his mouth.
Morgana was holding her waist, now, Gwen similarly feeling sore in her own abdomen. Arthur propped up a hiccupping Merlin in his lap. Gwen retrieved the water jug, thinking that it was really time to fetch their meal, and poured a goblet of water for Merlin. Arthur helped him sip from it, asking, "Well, what else did you buy, Merlin? I want to see!"
Merlin shook his head, looking mischievous. "It's a surprise!"
Gwen watched as Arthur playfully tickled him. "A surprise?"
Morgana laughed again as Merlin struggled in Arthur's lap. "For Yuletide!" he piped up, looking at Gwen for back up.
Gwen stayed standing, getting ready to go fetch their meal. "I told Merlin about Yule – what it means and our traditions."
Arthur let Merlin catch his breath. "Do you like Yule, Merlin?"
Merlin shrugged. Gwen saved him from having to answer, "I believe this will be his first Yule."
Morgana frowned, as did Arthur before he hugged Merlin. "Good. I rather like the idea of giving you your first Yuletide present, ever!"
Gwen's heart burst as she watched Merlin snuggle into Arthur's chest. Morgana watched too, fondly protesting, "You'll have to get in line, Arthur! I want to give him his first present!"
Gwen couldn't help it. "Actually, we're all in line. Lady Katrina gave Merlin his first present!"
Merlin surprised them, shaking his head he said, "Uther was first." At Arthur's questioning glance, he added, "Gave me a new family!"
Gwen's heart was breaking.
Morgana sniffled.
Arthur hugged Merlin tightly. "Doesn't count. Neither of those counts. Only my present counts. Mine will be the first Yuletide present!"
Gwen would have liked to stay and watch them cuddle but the bells chimed the next hour. It was high time she fetched their meal. She said as much, and slipped out, not caring that both royals' attention was on Merlin. In her opinion, he deserved all of it, and much more.
Hello my dear readers! I hope the longer chapter was worth the wait. The semester is picking up what with all my professors trying to get in tests and assignments before spring break. That, and I'm having a crisis of faith in my ability to handle my classes .
As always, thanks for reading along and leaving your wonderful comments. I love hearing your theories and thoughts! And I kind of depend on the regulars to know you're still alive hahaha.
mersan123 - I thought up a new story (and may or may not have allegedly illustrated it in my lecture notes) to explain my fingers. It involves Decepticons masquerading as laptops and attacking poor students that were most decidedly NOT procrastinating on homework... but if I rewrite it here, I definitely will be procrastinating, haha.