A/N: Hey, guys! WHOO! MY FIRST NANOWRIMO! My schedule is about to get about ten thousand times crazier, because I finally start work on Thursday, and I'm trying to write my novel, and drabbles, and do homework, and drive my sister around, and have a social life, so I apologize if any of my upcoming stuff seems a little off. I'll adjust, I promise! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Rating: K
Genre: Humor
Characters: Arthur, Gwen, Merlin
Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: none that I can think of
Prompt: Freedom (Get Out of This Town)
47. Freedom
"You can't be serious."
"I very much am, Guinevere," Arthur said as he stuffed another shirt into his bag. "We're leaving Camelot." Gwen blinked, rather unsurprised, and only slightly disturbed.
"Arthur, you can't just leave Camelot; you're heir to the throne."
He faltered for a moment. "Well…we can…come back when my father dies."
Gwen sighed. Arthur had been enchanted several months ago, and no matter how much Merlin tried, there was always a bit of residual magic that flared up every once in a while.
"Merlin!"
He materialized out of nowhere, muttering a spell.
"Can't wait for this to end."
Cheers!
~Melpomene