The Camelot Twelve begin to understand Merlynn's situation is more dire than they thought. Merlynn thought she was safe at the wedding...


Arthur has settled into the leather of the cabin's chair and is buckling himself in. In minutes they'll be taking off and on their way to the climate conference. Morgana appears in the entryway of the jet and wanders over to her own cabin seat next to Arthur.

"Alright brother, dear. I'll be acting as your personal assistant for this trip." She props a messenger bag against a panel of the fuselage and retrieves a laptop from the center pocket." I have your schedule and itinerary ready and you will be kept very busy, so you won't even have time to pine for Merlynn." She flips the top open on the computer and powers the device on. "These two weeks will be over before you know it and your birthday soon after that." Morgana eyes Arthur trying to get a read on him. She's so torn about everything. His harassment towards the witch during the do's was abhorrent, but at the same time, exactly what she needs. She knows it isn't going to take much persuasion for Arthur to cancel the trip and hightail it back to the wedding. His jealousy is at an all time high.

"Fine," Arthur says half heartedly. He can't stop thinking about Merlynn and the stag and hen do's. He remembers everything... the feel of her quivering form in his arms, the damp spot left on his shoulder from her tears, the muffled whimpering from under his palm. He remembers it all. Then the threats... to take her over and over... It thrills him in a way that makes him sick. What has he become? What has this woman done to him that he not only is willing to commit this vile act against the woman he loves, but is aroused by it? It's not the hurting her. He's not a monster. But the control and the power! It's intoxicating. She's his, and if she doesn't submit there will be consequences. But even just the ultimatum itself titillates him like nothing else, the repercussions for failure to obey... Shit! And now he has to go two weeks without seeing her, then another week until their birthday. Fuck, he wants her! He wants her against the wall, bent over a table, flat on her back, in a closet, on the pitch, in his car, on the... plane. He scans around his new jet and notices the back room with a bed. He could have her. He could go in the back, shut the door, and summon his queen. He could fuck her, get it out of his system, and send her on her way. He could, but he won't. He loves her, and he promised he would give her time. And if Arthur Pendragon is anything, he is a man of his word. "Tell me what's first on the list."

--

"Morgana decided to go with him, make sure he's kept busy and leaves Merlynn alone. I hate that she's missing our wedding; she's one of my best friends, but Merlynn is more important."

The Camelot 'Nine' are now having a third meeting regarding the future king and their resident witch. This time they're gathering at Lancelot's flat, soon to be the dwelling for the newly wedded couple. Everyone either called into work that day or ditched class, too disturbed over the events that occurred the previous evening.

"What happened, Lance? What did you find?" Mithian asks.

He's quiet for a moment still disbelieving what he saw. "I found..." All eyes are on the noble knight, soberly waiting for his account of the evening. "I found Arthur and Merlynn down an alley, behind some skips. He had her trapped against the building, and his... he... had his hand..." Lance demonstrated cupping his mouth, at a loss for words still in disbelief.

"Oh my god." The group matches the youngest knight's thoughts.

"Yeah. It was pretty obvious she was crying."

Naturally. The severity of the situation has the atmosphere thick with tension.

"I'll kill him." Gwaine clenches his fist and shakes with rage.

"No, you can't..."

"Like hell I can't! I may not have diplomatic immunity, but I am nobility and have the best of the best solicitors, including Miths over there."

"No, you don't understand, Gwaine. Arthur threatened me. If any of us go near him, he'll have Merlynn defend him. Now, can you imagine that? Not only has he raped her, taken her fiance and her home, but next he's going to force her to hurt her friends on his behalf. What do you think that will do to her, huh?"

Everyone is dumbfounded. Arthur threatened to sic Merlynn on them... like a dog?! What the hell!

"Fuck, that's true. When Mordred was in town..." Elena pauses remembering the heartbreaking scene. "It was after she told them about the rape. Fuck, you should have seen him. That kind, gentle man that would lay on the tracks for Merlynn morphed into Hades himself. If you hadn't understood how powerful he was before, you did then. I gotta tell you, you could tell then how he's always been Arthur's bane." Gwen nods attesting to that truth. "His eyes glowed red instead of yellow. I didn't even know they could do that. I've certainly never heard of it." She gazes around the room and people clearly acknowledged the same understanding. "He said he was going to kill Arthur, but when he went to leave, he suddenly goes flying into the couch. And Merlynn's standing there with her arm raised in shock. She didn't do it. Magic did. MERLYNN never would have hurt Mordred and probably would have loved to be avenged by her betrothed, but her magic had no qualms with it. Her magic will protect Arthur at all cost and force her to hurt others if necessary to do it. She was devastated. You know hurting people crushes her. She will always stop the guy, but then she lets the coppers deal with the rest."

"I remember the twelve magic users at the banquet. She saved the guests and royal family, but she saved them as well. God, my sweet sister."

The blonde nods her head. "So you see... Lance is right. None of us can go near Arthur, for Merlynn's sake, not his."

Everything seems so hopeless. What can they do to protect their friend?

"What's Merlynn doing now?" Percy asks.

"She hasn't talked to us or left her room since last night," Gwen reveals with pity for her roommate.

"Fuck! What can she do?! Where can she hide?! And what the hell compulsion is she under that forces her to come to him whenever he calls?!"

"No one knows, Sefa. All we are aware of is that he could pull her from anywhere at anytime?" Elyan states sadly.

"I can tell you it has something to do with his protection she set up for him in the beginning. It was meant for emergencies and was how she saved him from the plane and drowning. I'm sure she never expected he would abuse it, though."

"So what I hear everyone saying is that the princess arsehole could have her in his grasp as we speak, and there's not a fucking thing we can do about it?"

"Shit, it doesn't matter if we always keep someone with her, does it? It's not like we can stop her from vanishing."

Mithian's comment really drives home how paralyzed they are. How can they help her? They can't stop him from summoning her. They can't talk sense into him. He sees her as property like the fucking dark ages,that he has every right to use whenever he wishes. They can't even forcefully rescue her or constrain him in any way, because then she'll be involuntarily obligated to defend him.

"So what are we gonna do?" Elyan asks.

"I think, we can only keep doing what we have been and stick with the plan. We keep them separated as much as we can, make sure people are always with Arthur. I don't think Arthur would summon her if any of us were there. And probably stay with Merlynn too. I know we can't stop her from disappearing, but my guess is that she at least wouldn't want to be alone. She's likely terrified." The look on Merlynn's face in the alley plagues Lance's mind.

"Of course she wouldn't. Wouldn't you be?" Elena asks.

"I know. That's what I'm saying. We need to call Morgana. Make sure she's always with him, staying in the same room even. Then, I think distraction. With the wedding in a couple days, I'm sure there's plenty to do. You all should also know Gwen and I decided to postpone our honeymoon."

"Yeah, there's no way I could enjoy myself knowing what's going on here. We can plan something for after all our memories return."

"We still think Arthur and Merlynn's relationship can be salvaged?" Sefa's not so sure.

"We have to believe that, otherwise we've already lost. Something is seriously wrong with Arthur, and I think the truth will be revealed within the next few weeks. We just have to keep him away from Merlynn until it happens," Leon hopes.

"What sort of truth are you expecting?" Elyan asks.

"Well, I don't know, but my gut is telling me there's some key information we are missing somewhere. There's more to this than uncontrollable lust for a soulmate."

"I agree. I don't know what I base that on other than my own gut, either. But I feel like if we had that piece of the puzzle, everything would right itself," says Lancelot.

"Well, lets hope your guts are right. Because if not, we've already lost them both."

Sadly true.

--

Merlynn, Sefa, Mithian, Leon, Elyan, and Gwaine are all at the venue early in the morning, helping set up the festivities. Both best man and maid of honor stayed with the bride and groom. Morgana left instructions and sent reinforcements to help decorate. All the girls are currently hanging all the escort picture frames for the two hundred guests.

"Hello there. Can I help you ladies?"

A bloke in his mid to late twenties approaches the feminine Camelot trio. Judging by his body language and eye direction it's clear to the roommates that he has an interest in the raven beauty. As always Merlynn is none the wiser, head down and trying to steer clear of any man. She won't even talk to them, terrified of Arthur following through with his threats. The group learned the next day about all his ultimatums when she relayed Arthur's words. Everyone was sickened and fearful for their witch, knowing they're crippled to aid her in any way. All Sefa and Mithian can do is help Merlynn meet his demands.

"Sure, if you can come over here, we have another box you can work on." Sefa strives to divert him away from Merlynn, who hasn't acknowledged him in any way.

"So, are you part of Morgana's crew or do you come with the venue?" Mithian attempts to engage him in conversation. Unfortunately, Merlynn drops a box and he's on it in seconds, testing the saving damsel in distress trope.

"Here, I've got it. I'm Henry." He smiles more than friendly to the raven, in which she's oblivious to the flirtation, but just the fact he's male has her desperate to flee.

She has to get away. She doesn't know how, but she can't help but wonder if Arthur has a way to know if she's not 'behaving herself'. At this point, Merlynn wouldn't be surprised if Magic isn't keeping him informed of her actions. It's already proven time and again it sides with him. Merlynn has never hated the ancient power more. She's even considered taking Liberty, except it would break all magicals. Anyway, she's decided to avoid all men at any cost, except for possibly the Camelot Twelve, praying that Arthur would at least find them acceptable. "Uh... Merlynn." Nervously, she reaches to greet the man properly.

The girls notice simultaneously their friend panicking and on the verge of breakdown. It definitely doesn't help that the connection with the help prompted sparks.

Merlynn's eyes widen in dread. "Excuse me." Run. And she does, Mithian hurrying after her. Get away, get away, get away. Must get away. When she feels she's reached an adequate distance far from the entrance, she has a new goal. Hide.

Mithian finds her curled up in a corner trembling. She has to cease her own tears at the pitiful sight. "Merlynn, honey, it's okay." She approaches like she would a wounded animal. Because that's what she is now, a bloody, frightened prey tossed in and confined to a cage for its predator to devour.

The raven shakes her head. "No, it's not. He'll know. He'll find out. And he'll call me and... and... goddess, can anyone help me?!" She's positively manic and starts seizing with sobs.

All Mithian can do is nestle up next to her young friend and hold her in whatever comfort she can give. After a few minutes of rocking her in her arms, she has a suggestion. "Hey, why don't you head on back to Gwen and Elena? Sefa and I can handle this."

Merlynn considers the option but wags her head. "No, you can't. It's too much... I uh... I can use magic, and we could all go?"

The group has been careful to not ask Merlynn to use her supernatural abilities for anything. They kind of feel like it's the enemy right now and traitor to their friend. They aren't fans of the Triple Goddess, either. Everyone wants their witch to know her value is in Merlynn, not Emrys. Emrys can go fuck itself for all they care. "No Merlynn, no. We'll figure out another way."

"No, there's no other way. Let's put Magic to use working for me for once, especially for two friends. I don't want to go back by myself, anyway. We can also talk to the guys and all of us get back early. It will relieve stress on the bride and groom, too." She desperately wants to get out of there. Go where its safe and no possibility of any admirers.

Well, what does she say to that? "All right. As long as you can tell me that you fully understand we love Merlynn, not Magic. I promise you, both Gwen and Lance would rather have an imperfect wedding and reception than have you think for one moment your power is why we value you."

Merlynn is so grateful for all of her friends. She honestly doesn't know what she would do without them. "Yes, I understand." She smiles gratefully at Mithian.

"Okay, let's go back. I'll make sure that bloke is gone." She hauls Merlynn to her feet, and they slowly stroll back to the escort display, arm in arm. Mithian knows Merlynn still needs that motherly touch to feel safe.

Sefa notices them from far off. "I got rid of him. It's just us again."

Still linked to her friend, Mithian repeats the plans to Sefa. "Merlynn would like to finish the rest with magic. Not just this, but help the guys as well."

Sefa looks to the even now slightly trembling woman. "You don't have to do that, Merlynn. I'm sure we'll finish in time." For extra soothing the normally brash member of the Camelot Twelve bestows a loving touch. It doesn't go unnoticed and the Merlynn smiles warmly.

"She would like to just complete it now, so we can all return with her. She doesn't want to be here anymore and doesn't want to go alone." Mithian knows that will convince her roommate. Helping Merlynn rather than using her is the only way it's acceptable.

"Okay." Absolutely. Whatever she wants.

Merlynn nods, and with that decided, her eyes glow. She waves her hand, and in seconds all two hundred frames hang in perfect rows and columns. "Okay, let's talk to the guys."

The roommates shake their heads affectionately at the immortal Goddess. Merlynn doesn't realize it isn't her power that is so awe-inspiring; it's her humility.

The Camelot men are surprised when they see the three girls, and especially alarmed when they notice Merlynn's face. Mithian pulls them aside and explains what happened with the wannabe suitor, how Merlynn wants to finish for everyone, so they can all leave together. Gwaine grits his teeth. Their girl is suffering deeply because of a certain bastard prince. Leon wants to hug his sister but thinks she wouldn't appreciate it currently. And Elyan wants to do whatever Merlynn needs. After they have learned of the situation and her request, the remaining legends on decorating duty nod their assent.

Merlynn winds her way through all the tables and chairs, centering herself in the room. The group instructs Morgana's crew and venue employees to stop their tasks. From there it is a similar process Merlynn applied to thei flat. The sheet of gold begins at her feet parallel to the floor, and her hands slowly rise bringing the overlay with her. Soon everyone is shielding their eyes from the light. When it eventually fades a beautifully decorated reception is unveiled with all the trimmings. Everyone's mouth is agape. Only Gwen and Elena saw her utilize her magic in such a way. A crew member drops a tray of glasses in shock. Merlynn simply waves her hand and the shattered glass is restored. Not paying attention at all to the gawking spectators, Merlynn turns to face her friends. "Let's go home."

--

The two royals are lounging in their penthouse suite.

"When you said you packed my schedule you weren't kidding." Arthur is exhausted. It feels like they've been running ragged since they got there.

"I told you I would make sure you didn't have time to think about a certain someone, and I have. There's only a few hours to the next seminar. We should take advantage and sleep. Who knew nerds could party so hard, eh? And tonight's likely to be another late one," Morgana informs regrettably. She's been side-by-side with Arthur since she got there, wanting to be truthfull when claiming to their friends she didn't let him out of her sight. Unfortunately that includes entertainment with fawning environmentalists.

Morgana thinks he hasn't been mentally preoccupied with Merlynn, but she'd be wrong. His Goddess is pretty well dominating all his thoughts. What were all those seminars about? At least he knows they're somehow related to climate, right? He could bullshit his way through a conversation, couldn't he? He's been training for it since birth. It's an acquired skill that he's proven time and again he's mastered. He honestly doesn't care. His heart, his focus, his... body is on only one thing... or should he say one person. The worst is the physical need. The blonde is definitely needing some carnal relief, but he's trying to keep his promise and leave his queen alone. But the truth is, even with lube he's practically wanking himself raw. She better appreciate what he's sacrificing. Burning cock isn't fun.

Morgana knows her brother is straining with his typical jealousy and possessiveness, and judging by his squirming, she'd be willing to bet abstinence is getting him down... or up as it were. It won't take much. Today is the day of the wedding, and he only needs a little nudge and he'll be flying fast and furious back to Camelot. "Hey?"

"Hmm? What?" He's jolted out of his musings. Communication, Arthur. People have words to say. You have them, too. You can't just reside in your head with your soulmate. Listen.

"I'm proud of you, you know." Reverse psychology. Always effective. A touch to the knee for extra sincerity.

"Okaay. Why?" Are these worthy words, though? Deserving enough to sacrifice thoughts of his girl? They better be.

"How you behaved at the do's was completely inappropriate, but you've stuck to your promise ever since. Despite today being the wedding, you're here giving her the time and space you committed to."

"Yes, well, I'm a man of my word." Unfortunately.

"You are. You're a good man, Arthur. I know you're struggling, but you're fighting through it, and this time you're winning." Not for long, though. Time for his Achilles heel. It really is too easy to manipulate her brother. When this is all over they need to talk. "And today of all days. You know Merlynn is going to be gorgeous in her red gown." She can almost see the vision pop into Arthur's mind, and wonders if he knows they chose the dress he saw in her dressing room. The dress she was half-naked in. Reminders of that day will only help her cause. "I made sure all the girls matched. I certainly didn't want her drawing attention from the bride. People just gravitate to her like a magnet, especially men." White knuckles. Gritted teeth. Seething. Perfect. "And you know Lance's side is full of all those Latin lovers, just as handsome as him, I'm sure. And then you know what they say about the French men on Gwen's side. Their reputation for romance and l'amour." Wide eyes in realization and pursed lips. God, she can read him like a book. "All I can say is that it's good the knights are there. They can beat 'em off with a stick, yeah?" She chuckles for effect, noting Arthur's reaction. She has him right where she wants him. "Anyway, this is a real test of self-control, and you're doing wonderfully, really." If he were himself he would be. That, the high priestess has no doubt. But with the chemical influence, he's just a puppet on their strings. God, is she enjoying this? You are not her, Morgana. Remember the objective. It certainly isn't the suffering of people you love. Unparalleled compassion, remember? You've literally been historically labeled as part of the heroes. Never forget that.

Arthur is wrestling with himself. What was he thinking?! Why in the world did he think he could let Merlynn attend this soiree without him? Morgana's right. The guests are swarming with Casanova's and Don Juan's and they're all going to be circling HIS Aphrodite. Hell no! He's sorry to disappoint his sister. He knows she expects better of him, but he cannot let this go. Arthur will show the world if he has to to whom HIS Goddess belongs. Starting with a wedding reception.

Time to make her retreat and give him time to make his escape. FOR him, Morgana. For magic and Emrys herself. "All right, I'm going to go take a nap. I suggest you try to catch some shut-eye, brother. It's going to be a long day." She kisses the top of his head and moseys off to her room. "Bingo," she mumbles mournfully.

The prince has his phone out the moment his sister leaves the room. "Hello? Yes, prepare the jet. I want wheels up in an hour... No, the princess is staying. I'm going back."

--

The ceremony is fascinating. Merlynn's never been to a traditional wedding, and she finds the different customs charming. She likes the idea of bridesmaids and groomsmen, but it's awkward standing up in front of everyone along with the bride and groom. Aren't they supposed to be the ones in the spotlight? Merlynn can't help but feel eyes on her, which is somewhat selfish if you think about. Today is about Gwen. Isn't it kind of arrogant to think she's drawing attention? She knows she's jumpy because of Arthur. She's trying not to think about it, but surrounded by all these men, she's terrified she's going to upset the prince some way, and then he'll... goddess, she doesn't want to imagine.

Gwen is beautiful, as are all the Camelot Twelve, or ten for today, anyway. All the men know she's only going to be dancing with them and are committed to safeguarding her from any unwanted attention. Everyone is endeavoring to aid her in following Arthur's orders. Because that's what she's been reduced to, slave and master, peasant and lord. And her sovereign has some very strict rules regarding her and the opposite sex. She will submit. She will obey. She has lost any pride she once had. Merlynn just wants to follow his mandates and avoid consequences. That is what her life is now. Just do as your told and you'll be safe, right?

Gwen is astonished with the reception hall and very grateful. But she's also anxious to say so, not wanting Merlynn to think they would use her for her magic bedecking skills. She assures Gwen she isn't offended. The differences don't stop between the Ambrosian reception and this societal one. They are served dinner at the tables by waitstaff for one. And the entire wedding party sits together for two. That is new for her, and unfortunately puts her once again front and center. She hopes Arthur understands she didn't have any choice in the dress. She would have worn her Ambrosian ceremonial garb if she could, but this culture dictates her being all gussied up. The prince can't blame her for that, can he?

Merlynn also likes the toasts. Elena is hilarious as always, but Percival is more heartfelt. The combination's the perfect balance. Finally, with dinner finished and the cake cut the dancing begins. She's going to stick close to the girls and if the knights want to dance with her she thinks they'll be permitted... she hopes. Merlynn knows for sure she won't be doing any showing off. Arthur was very clear her dancing was for him only. She just needs to blend in and she'll be fine, won't she?

"Can I have this dance?" A gentleman, who appears to be from Lance's side according to his Spanish features, is offering his hand.

"Oh, uh..."

Fortunately, Elyan spots the encounter. "Sorry mate, I think this one's dance card's full for the evening." And the fun loving knight leads her to the dance floor.

"Thank you."

He smiles at her warmly. "It's no problem, Merlynn. We've got you. Tonight, you're the Knights of the Round Table's girl."

Merlynn gratefully leans her head on his shoulder, feeling like she can breathe, if only for a little while. After a couple of dances with the youngest knight Merlynn's dragged into some more upbeat songs by Elena and Mithian.

Leon notices his sister smiling and fondly grins himself, chuffed she's getting to cut loose and relax. That's not all he detects, however. Merlynn has massed herself an audience despite not performing any of her signature moves. Shit, that girl is captivating no matter what she does, and her sparkling gauntlets certainly don't help. He has to put a stop to it. He's heard Merlynn's concern that Arthur has some way of knowing what she's doing, and Leon's not entirely confident she's wrong. And if he knows his old friend at all, the future king would not appreciate the enthralled crowd of his queen. "Hey Gwaine?"

The duke hears his name and strides up to the tall leader. "You rang?"

"Look over there." He gestures to the onlookers with eyes for Merlynn. "We need to intervene."

Gwaine nods and both knights approach the dancing trio.

"Good evening, milady. May I have this dance?" Leon bows dramatically to Merlynn who curtsies in response.

"But of course, kind sir. Ladies, I bid you adieu." She takes Leon's hand and he whirls her around into an exaggerated dip.

"So buttercup, you want to dance with your handsome boy toy?" Gwaine only has eyes for his blonde bombshell.

"Oooo, how can I turn down such an offer? Lead the way, Wesley."

"Woho, I wasn't going for the Princess Bride, but... as you wish." Gwaine spins her out and curls her into his chest, the classic Fred Astaire move, in which Elena squeals with glee. The song transitions to something down tempo, and along with the beat the couple progresses to weightier dialogue. "How'd you think the evening's going?"

Elena knows what he's referring to. This may be Lance and Gwen's wedding, but they all recognize the gravity of what's happening between the prince and Merlynn. Everyone wants to see that bright, spirited woman they know is still in there, if for just one night. "I think she's having a good time." Elena glances at her roommate. "I know I haven't seen her this cheery in a while. God, I can't even imagine the position she's in, how she feels. I'm just glad she has tonight sans Arthur."

Gwaine eyes Merlynn and her splendent smile is blinding, if only temporary. "You and me both, love. You and me both."

The bride and groom are also swinging around the dance floor, watching all their friends enjoying themselves. Especially their resident witch.

"She looks so carefree right now, doesn't she?"

"She does."

Gwen notes Lance's frown. "What's wrong?" Her husband quiets, and she realizes his countenance dropped with the mention of Merlynn. "You're still thinking about what happened at your stag, aren't you?"

He nods. "You know me so well. It's just... it was horrid, Gwen. I feel like I witnessed an assault with both the victim and the perpetrator dear to my heart. And then one of my closest friends threatens me? I'm telling you that man is not our Arthur. It's like he's possessed by some evil clone. And god, Merlynn. I felt so helpless. She was so scared. I don't think I've ever seen someone so terrified. It was beyond disturbing, and it really shook me, you know?"

The bride nods in agreement and observes some spectators residing along the borders of the dance floor watching their friend. "Speaking of Merlynn. Look around, Lance."

The noble knight recognizes the same matter his wife has. "You take your side. I'll take mine. We'll make sure everyone leaves her alone. Only the Camelot Twelve have access to Merlynn."

"Absolutely."

"If you don't mind, I think I'll dance with her next. I think she's been avoiding me since the do."

"Certainly, love. Whatever you need to do. Let's first take care of them, though." She gestures to the admirers on the sidelines.

He nods, and they both make their way to their own side of the family, hopefully breaking up Merlynn's fan club.

"So Percy, you can't dance with Merlynn, can you?" Mithian and Percy, and Sefa and Elyan are all dancing together. Mithian inquires of the gentle giant's fancy.

He shakes his head. "No. It's okay, though. I know the rest of the knights are taking good care of her. I just need a little time. I'll move on, I'm sure."

"Well until then, you can dance with me."

"And a beautiful partner you are, Mith." He smiles sweetly.

She swats him in the chest. "Such a charmer."

Sefa and Elyan are in their own conversation. "Are you kidding me? You can't be serious. Ironman is the coolest, hands down."

"No way, El. Thor is by far. He's a fucking God!"

"But see, that's just it. It's comparing apples to oranges. He is a God. Ironman is just a common mortal man, and yet he was able to join a team of a God, a supersoldier, a gamma radiation monster, and hold his own with all of them. Based on genius, not genetic altering or divine status."

"Okay, you've got a point."

"Thank you." He whirls her around and curls her back.

The redhead cackles at the move. "I didn't realize you could dance so well."

"Well, I'm no Merlynn, but I hold my own. You should see my swing."

"Well, show me what ya got, Mr. Fun Loving."

Lancelot strolls up to Leon and Merlynn after dispersing the family members adoring their girl. "Ahem... may I cut in?"

"Certainly." Leon steps aside for the groom.

Lance wraps his arm around his friend's waist and holds her hand in the other. "Sorry. I might be taking advantage of the opportunity to talk to you. Is it just me, or have you been avoiding me?"

Merlynn looks at the floor sheepishly. She has been evading him ever since the do. She just hated him seeing her so vulnerable. It's like being caught in the shower. "Yeah, sorry. I guess I'm just uncomfortable with what you saw that night. I'm not used to needing rescuing or being seen so defenseless." She can't even make eye contact.

Lance lifts her chin. "Merlynn, you don't have to be embarrassed. I don't think any less of you. In fact, I commend you. You have been through so much, and yet here you stand. I don't think Gwen would be insulted if I told you, you're the strongest woman I know. You... not Emrys. Merlynn Ambrose is the inspiration for our group. Those who know you all feel the same. Fuck Emrys!"

"Lance!"

"I know I'm not that into swearing, but it really sums up where you stand with everyone who has the pleasure of knowing you."

"Thanks Lance."

"No problem."

After they finish dancing, the newly made husband rejoins his wife, and Merlynn decides to sit one out. She spots Percy sitting at the wedding party table and plants herself in a chair next to him.

The gentle giant smiles warmly at the raven beauty. "Hi Merlynn."

"Hi. Not that into dancing?"

"Oh no. I have been. Just taking a breather, same as you. How are you doing?"

"I'm good actually. Everyone's been great with not leaving me partnerless. Other than the gentleman in the beginning, I haven't had to deal with anyone else."

"Yeah, that's not for lack of trying. Everyone's been fending off admirers of yours." Merlynn tenses and Percival notices. "No, Merlynn. Everyone's been stopped. No one's the wiser."

She gives a slight smile still fighting some of her fear. "I know. I just... I wish I could wear my CamU hoodie and some plain jeans. I feel like somehow Arthur is going to blame me for this get up, and..." She can't speak anymore worried what the prince's disappointment would mean for her.

"Hey, it's going to be okay, Merlynn. He can't blame you for wearing your bridesmaid's dress that you didn't even choose."

"I know that logically. But I feel like he's just looking for an excuse to... to... follow through on his threats."

Percy peers sadly at the witch. Everyone knows what Arthur threatened her with. He hates how helpless he feels to help her. What can anyone do? The prince holds all the cards.

She detests all the pitying looks and definitely doesn't want to talk or even think anymore about the would be king. "Do you want to dance?"

"Uh... I'm uh... I'm sorry, but I can't dance with you, Merlynn." He blushes and starts twiddling his thumbs.

The raven's surprised at the blatant rejection. "Oh."

"No, Merlynn. I can't dance with you, because of the... uh... sparks." He scratches the back of his head and looks anywhere but at the witch.

"Oh. Oooh! Oh Perce..." Why can't Arthur be more like this kind, good-natured man? No, her soulmate had to be the monster, the man of her nightmares. Focus Merlynn. That demon doesn't have you tonight. You're the Knights of the Round Table's girl... for a little while, anyway.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get over it. I'm truly happy just being your friend." He smiles tenderly, which she returns. "How about I walk you out to another dance partner. I believe there is another knight you haven't spun around with," he teases.

"Yeah, okay." And Percival leads Merlynn to the duke.

"Well hello, Merls. Ready to try your hand with the wise knight?" Gwaine reaches for Merlynn with an open palm.

"More like wise arse," she jeers.

He bays with laughter at the gibe. "Very true. Very true. So are you gonna dance with me or not?"

"Oh, I guess so." She feigns boredom with the offer but then winks, and places her hand in his. She turns to face her gentleman assistance. "Thanks Perce."

He nods with a soft smile then seeks out the elder legendary princess.

"So, can you tell me why I'm the last to take a spin with you?"

"You didn't ask."

He thoughtfully rewinds to the beginning of the reception and he has to admit he's been somewhat distracted. "All right. I'll give you that. I have been a little busy getting down with my dewdrop doll."

Merlynn smiles affectionately at Gwaine. "You both are so cute together. How'd you meet?"

"We actually met at a club. Not glamorous, I know, but still true." He remembers the night they met. "I'll tell you a secret."

Merlynn looks to Gwaine curiously. "Okay."

"I think I knew from the moment I saw her. She was dancing or 'Elena dancing' I should say, and it was suddenly like no one else was in the room. I don't know if she felt the same. I might just have been another guy asking her to dance, who she happened to hit it off with. But for me, my world got turned on its head. See, I never had a girlfriend before. I thought monogamy was a kind of cheese, if you know what I'm saying. But when I saw her... that was it."

The way he talks about her, like she's the most precious thing in the world, his treasure... Mordred always made her feel that way, so loved and cherished. Well, if she can't have romance she'll ensure her roommate can. "Does she know this?"

He snorts. "Are you kidding me? I've got a rep to protect," he jokes.

"You should tell her." Tell her, Gwaine. Tell her like tomorrow will be your last... because you never know... Never know if some royal's going to come in and bulldoze your life, and all you'll have left are memories of him, of her! She meant her... didn't she?

"I don't know... I don't want to scare her. She's only twenty, Merlynn. Not really sure if she's ready to say I'm it, you know. I mean... you remember when you said Lance and Guinevere are like meant to be and all that shit?" She nods. "I may have been a tad, teeniest, wee little bit jealous." He gestures a small sign. "Because it was so quick for me, it just wasn't natural. That makes me think we had something in the past, too."

"You might have. The only reason Lancelot and Guinevere's romance has been noted was because she was King Ar..." Merlynn shudders at the thought of the future monarch. She used to think of her king with respect and admiration. Now thoughts of him bring disgust and repulsion.

Gwaine can read her mind by the twist of her face. That expression is reserved for only one individual, the princess arse, and he's not going to let that son of a bitch monopolize their witch's thoughts, not tonight. Tonight is about freedom for their friend, and he's going to assure she feels liberated. All right, wise knight, time for you to live up to your title. "Hey? It's okay, I know what you mean." Where's that comic relief you're known for? "So, you're saying we could be meant to be also, just not important enough to make history. Uh huh, I see how it is," he rags on Merlynn playfully. Mission accomplished.

She chuckles. It did the trick. "I'm also saying don't sell yourself short. I'm very confident my roommate returns your affections, just as whole heartedly as you."

"Mmm, you think so, eh?" Maybe she does.

"I know so." She winks and he beams.

"Thanks Merls."

"Anytime."

And the evening progresses with members of the Camelot Twelve all taking turns with Merlynn. Even Percy gets some fast, touch free dancing in. Everyone is reveling in the fun and celebration of the legendary couple's nuptials. Little do they know, things are about to take an egregious turn.

--

Finally, Arthur is pulling up to the reception venue. With all the delays he's had, he figures he's about two hours late. Maybe a little more. That would put them all dancing at this point. Still time to lay his claim on his Goddess. Fuck, he's anxious to see her. He may come just at the sight of her. Arthur's libido is off the charts right now. He'll behave himself, he will! And maybe if he tells himself enough he'll start to believe it.

--

The party's getting a little rowdy now that they're further into the reception, and alcohol's been flowing for awhile. All the girls are in a huddle dancing together, cracking up at Elena's drunken clumsiness, and trying to outdo each other's dance moves. Merlynn isn't participating in the competition, still wary of her master's orders, but she is enjoying the show.

"All right ladies. I need to use the little girls room. I'll be back." Merlynn snakes her way off the floor and stops short at the sight of Leon sitting on an older bloke's lap. "Oh my goddess." She has to see what that is all about. She tries to restrain her giggles as she strolls up to the table where a large group has gathered.

"Merlynn!" Gwaine catches sight of her approaching.

"Gwaine? What is going on?" She cups her mouth to control her snickering.

"It's not what you think, I swear. This guy has a crazy talent! And it's not magic, we checked. All people have to do is sit on his lap, and he can tell you exactly how much you weigh."

"Really?" She moves in closer. Another man is now balanced across the wonder's thighs.

"Eighty-five kilos."

Merlynn notices hardly any women are volunteering to be weighed in. Not surprising.

"Hi!" Leon sidles up to her.

Merlynn's boss may be the slightest bit drunk. "Hello. So, you've been numbered, huh?"

"Yeah! It's amazing! He says it's from all his years coaching wrestling. He's retired now, but's kept the skill."

She moves further in to hear the new number being assigned to a bloke from the bride's side.

"Eighty-seven kilos."

"But how do you know he's right? There's not a scale here to verify it."

"Well..."

"Why don't you try, young lady, and see for yourself?"

Merlynn tenses. "Oh no, that's... oomph." Before she can stop them she's being shoved onto the guy's lap.

"Fifty-four kilos."

She scoots off upright to her feet.

"So, how'd I do?" He's looking at her hopefully. She can see how proud he is of his ability, a mark of an expert coach. He was likely quite successful in his day.

She bows to him courteously. "Impressive. Forgive my doubt." He smiles, glad to make an old man's day. She maneuvers her way through the gallery of bystanders.

"He was right, wasn't he?" Leon asks smugly.

"I acquiesce. I am a true believer. Now, if you'll excuse me. I had a destination I was headed to before I was stopped by this circus." She tilts her head towards the loo.

"Ah, well go on then."

She squeezes his arm and resumes her path to the ladies room.

--

Arthur creeps into the reception hall, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He knows all the bridesmaids are in bright red, so she shouldn't be too hard to locate. He conceals himself behind a pillar to search the room. He sees Mithian at the bar talking with Percy. Elena is dancing with Gwen out on the floor. And Sefa seems to be helping herself to more wedding cake along with Elyan. That leaves Merlynn. Merlynn, Merlynn, Merlynn. Where are you, love? Ah, there she is and... No, she... He looks closer and sure enough... Arthur sees red, figuratively and literally. What the fuck?! His Goddess has apparently decided another bloke's lap is an acceptable place to park her arse, a legion of men swarming around her! Oh hell no! He almost stomps in to rip her away, but then realizes she's leaving the crowd and headed his direction. Good. They need to have a private chat. "I warned you, my queen."

Arthur follows her down an empty corridor far enough back she doesn't notice him. He spies her entering the women's loo and waits a moment. One of the guests exits and spots him.

"Your Highness!"

"Shh." He gestures with a finger. "Can you tell me if anyone else is in there?"

"I think one of the bridesmaids just walked in, but other than that, it's empty."

"Thank you." The woman eyes him strangely as he enters the ladies loo. He quietly shuts the door behind him and locks it. Don't want any interruptions. He moves to prop himself against the wall across the only cubicle with an occupant. The prince's mouth is practically watering in anticipation of seeing his Goddess. When the toilet flushes he positions himself directly in front of the door. As it opens, first sight of her leaves him speechless. Morgana wasn't kidding! His raven's beauty is unparalleled and nearly brings him to his knees. His silent stillness doesn't warn his angel of his presence, and she practically stumbles right into him.

Merlynn gasps at the narrow collision and stops short of the broad chest before her. Her gaze drifts to bring her face to face with the prince. The prince who wasn't supposed to be there. The prince who promised her space and time. And the prince who didn't give it. Behold Merlynn, the devil himself. "Arthur."

"Hello Merlynn."

The sound of his voice attests to the reality. He's here! Goddess, he's here! So she did what anyone would do in her situation. She screams.

At once, Arthur slaps a hand over her mouth, stifling her cry, and shoves her back into the cubicle, shutting the door behind him. "Uh uh. This conversation is only between you and me, precious." He's angry and smashes her into one of the side walls.

Goddess! Someone help me! Merlynn's eyes fill.

"You weren't expecting me were you?" She tightly shakes her head as much as she can with her limited mobility. "Yeah, didn't think so. Especially since I fly all the way back here so I could dance with my girl, and what do I see when I walk in the door, but said girl in a sea of blokes and plopped down on one of their laps."

Merlynn's eyes widen in realization. Goddess, he thinks she broke the rules! She frantically shakes her head and tries to move his hand. He has to let her talk! She needs to explain! She starts wailing into his palm. He naturally misunderstands, thinking she's only upset at getting caught.

"I thought I made it clear, Merlynn, that certain things are meant for me and me alone. I guess you need a reminder."

The witch's desperately clawing at his arm and wrist to pull his hand away. He just needs to let her speak! Please!

"See Merlynn..." With his free hand he paws at her breasts. "...these are mine." She whimpers and continues attempting to wriggle away from now both of his grasps.

Stop! Please stop!

Arthur then glides his hand over her torso to between her legs and curls her dress skirt into his palm.

No! No! Goddess! She squirms and twists to break free, but he still holds her fast.

Arthur slithers his fingers down into the top hem of her panties. The raven continues to scream into his palm, but he pays it no mind. He lets the digits sink into her folds and enters her with a single one. "...and this is mine." He takes his time stroking her inner walls before he withdraws and lets her skirt fall.

Merlynn senses she's going to pass out. With all of her imprisoned howling and fighting, she hadn't been breathing. Vision darkening and muscles weakening, the witch sees blessed oblivion on the horizon. She welcomes it with open arms.

The prince notices his soulmate fading, so he drops his hand from her mouth, allowing her to breathe. She instantly swoons into his embrace. "Breathe Merlynn. I've got you. I'll always get you. I promise." He balances the Goddess back on her feet by clutching her under her shoulders and bracing her against the wall.

She's really tired of his whole savior routine, especially when he's the assailant. Once she does catch her breath and settles into sniffles, she speaks. "It wasn't... about me... sitting on... his lap. There were no... sparks. He was just... guessing... peoples weights, that's all. The only men I've been... around are the knights, I swear."

Arthur considers this. If what she said is true, then it makes sense there wouldn't be other women amongst them. Does he believe her, though? He sighs in sexual frustration. Bitterly, he does. Damn. Missed opportunity... "Okay. I'll give you that..."

Thank goddess!

...or maybe not. "...but you shouldn't have been over there, Merlynn. You were the only woman standing among twenty plus guys." Fuck, he wants her! Even with mascara streaming down her face, she still looks like an angel. He needs something, an excuse.

"Leon and Gwaine were there. I only walked over there because I saw Leon on the guy's lap." Please understand.

He thinks about his options. He has to keep his word. She didn't really do anything wrong. In fact, she seems to have gone to a lot of effort to maintain her distance from the male gene pool... but fuck, if he doesn't get something, he's gonna burst! "Tell you what I'm gonna do." He bucks into her. "Feel that?"

Oh no.

"That's for you." She begins shaking her head and tearing up again. "Shh, shh, shh." He cradles her cheeks and looks into his soulmate's eyes, which she's avoiding. "Merlynn, look at me." She's mewling but submits. "But I'm not gonna fuck you." She exhales in palpable relief. "But I do want something." She glances up to meet his gaze yet again. "I want to see." The prince reaches behind his angel to slowly unzip her dress.

The witch pushes him away and tightens the space between her and the cubicle's panel. "No Arthur! Please!"

Sorry, love. He needs something to sustain him. The prince can't keep his promise if he doesn't have any relief to tide him over before his memory returns. What has to be, has to be. "Don't fight me, Merlynn. I can make this so much worse."

She looks at his face and knows he means it. "Arthur, I... I can't. Not again." She begs, but he just steps back in front of her and reaches behind once again. Merlynn cries harder, but tries to relax. She doesn't want to make it any worse.

Once he has finished opening her gown he steps away. "Now you." Arthur has always found someone stripping for him is far more arousing than if he does it for them.

"Arthur?"

"Take off the top half of your dress, sweetheart."

What? He wants her to disrobe for him?! "Arthur, I don't want to. Please."

"Merlynn. Now."

It was an order. And it was firm. She snivels as she slowly removes her arm through the single opening of the one-shoulder dress. She gazes to the ceiling as she lets the top fall to her waist.

"Bra, Merlynn? That's not like you." Arthur moves in once again and unclasps the garment in the back. Tears continue to flow down her cheeks as the prince captures the bandeau in his fingers. Now with a completely bare back, he is aware her front half is nude and he can barely contain himself. One step backwards and he beholds his queen! Breasts on Venus herself don't compare to his Goddess. "God Merlynn, you're beautiful." She just bites her lip proceeding to stare at the ceiling. He creeps up to her and leans down to place a chaste kiss on each nipple. He couldn't resist.

Merlynn muffles her own sound biting her fist. Please goddess, be done!

The prince straightens his back. "I'm gonna keep this..." indicates her bra. "We both know in this dress, you can go without."

He's referencing when he harassed her at the bridal salon. She didn't need the reminder.

"You can cover yourself now."

She doesn't have to be told twice. Immediately she slips her arm back through the opening. Arthur signals for her to turn around. Once he's zipped her in, she adjust her breasts to sit better in the lining. "Okay, so can we go now?"

Oh my queen, I'm not finished with you yet. "I am thirsty."

"Well, they have plenty of alcohol at the bar." She nearly escapes the cubicle, when he snatches her wrist and slams the door shut, preventing her deliverance from this torture. "Arthur?" She eyes him confused.

The prince can't stop himself. He needs more. He needs his urges satisfied. "I'm not really interested in spirits. I'm in the mood for something else." He leans in to whisper. "Something delicious."

Delicious isn't a word normally applied to drinks. It typically is only associated with food. He's said it before, that particular adjective and then he was referring to... No. No, no, no. No! In a flash she leaps backwards out of his grip, as far as she can in the small space of the cubicle. "No Arthur! Stay away from me!"

Arthur's on her in a single movement. Wasn't hard. She trapped herself in a corner. He quiets her by clasping her mouth once again. "Uh, uh, uh, darling. You're being much too loud, and I thought I said this conversation was private. Now, I promised I wouldn't fuck you, and I won't, but you've got to give me something. And I... want... a drink." She starts shaking vehemently. "Merlynn, you either let me do this and don't fight me, or I will flip you around right now and fuck you into the wall, with no preparation."

Merlynn is terrified. Goddess, this is what her life has become. What can she do? Nothing. She's trapped. Enslaved by destiny, bound by Magic, and paralyzed by her own fucking Mother!

Arthur doesn't like her defeated look, but he isn't kidding. If he can't fuck her he needs the next best thing. She bows her head in surrender. "Good girl." He releases her and drops to his knees in front of her. The prince skims his hands over her velvet legs until they've reached the top hem of her panties.

"Arthur, please stop." She doesn't even know why she's still begging. He'll just ignore it, proven by the satin and lace sliding down her limbs, then circling her ankles.

"Up." He lifts each leg to slip the garment over her heels and tucks the knickers into his pocket. The prince then raises the hem of his witch's dress and positions himself on his knees in front of her.

Merlynn has her palms flat to the wall and stays her focus on the ceiling.

Arthur now has full sight of his queen's sex. "Fuck, Merlynn, you are so sexy. I could come just at the sight of you. I will keep my word, though, and promise no penetration... for now." He lets the skirt fall back over his head and uses two hands to spead her folds, he only has one destination he's aiming for, and he finds it concealed under the tiny hood.

Merlynn gasps as she feels his mouth on that small bead of flesh once more. The spot she both loves and hates with equal ferocity. She sobs loathing herself for enjoying it.

Arthur doesn't hold back. He's been wanting this again since his first night with her. He kitten licks, he swirls, he sucks, stimulating all the microscopic nerves. She's getting so wet, and it excites him to his core. He can't resist anymore. The prince carries on his assault utilizing his tongue and one hand, but he takes the other and releases his throbbing member, that's practically rejoicing for its freedom. He invades his angel with his fingers, which she tries to force out. He doesn't care and presses on, soaking the digits in her juices to use as lubrication. Soon he's sheathing himself and thrusting into his hand.

Merlynn doesn't know what is happening but he's groaning now, and the vibrations are heightening the stimulation. The feeling of that build-up she remembers from that awful night is surfacing, and she sobs in humiliation and shame.

He presumes she's close, since the witch's legs are trembling and he's well-nigh keeping her erect. He's not far behind. "Come for me, baby. Just let it happen."

She bursts.

"That's it. Fuck... so good." He digs his tongue futher into her, slurping fluids and lapping up any remains. All it takes is the taste of her and he's exploding into his hand. He wasn't lying. Merlynn has become his favorite drink. "Oh beautiful. My queen. My soulmate. I love you so much."

She finally collapses. The prince catches her in his arms, and she doesn't have the strength to squirm away. Her emotions are shot. Her body is shot. Her mind is shot.

Arthur loves cradling his Goddess in his arms. It's still surreal to him that she's his. What in the world did he ever do to deserve this incredible woman? Nothing. She was literally made for him. Even with all her makeup smudged and tear soaked face she is still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

She's absolute Magic.


13. This probably should have been the first one on the list. It might be kind of a given, but it still is an element that I require that I forgot to mention. Arthur is who/what is Emrys' only weakness. It can't be a spell, another magic user, an event, nothing. It has to be Arthur as Merlynn/Merlin is more powerful than anything else. They naturally submit to Arthur, therefore he is a legitimate Achilles heel.