Ok, I'm really sorry for not uploading sooner, I've had finals and this is the first time that I've been able to get on fanfiction in a while.
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You think I own Merlin? Do you have some sort of mental affliction?
Merlin collapses on his bed after a particularly hard day of having to deal with Arthur. It had been almost a week since they had returned to Camelot, and while things seemed absolutely normal on the outside, some things, all involving Merlin, had changed. They had decided that it would be in Merlin's best interest if they kept his powers a secret, so there were still chores for Merlin to do and objects for Arthur to throw at Merlin. They still hadn't figured out where all those wyverns had come from, after all, they don't usually inhabit caves, and Merlin had never seen them in such large numbers before. Even with Merlin there, they were lucky to get out alive.
"Merlin! You're late!" Arthur yells. Merlin just rolls his eyes, and using his magic dodges the goblet Arthur throws at him.
"You know I don't think that's going to work anymore." Merlin teases, setting the king's breakfast on the table.
"I can always order you to not use your magic." Arthur teases back.
"Prat."
"Idiot."
"Dollophead." Their banter would have continued had Agravaine not appeared in the door.
"Ahem. Sire, there's a girl here, she's demanding an audience. She says she knows you."
"Did she tell you her name?"
"No. Just that her business is urgent, and that she only wants to speak with those of you that were on the quest last week. She doesn't seem like she's from around here, and she's hiding something. Should I send her away?"
"No, I'll meet with her, thank you Uncle."
"Of course sire." He gives a small bow as he leaves.
"Well come on Merlin, we shouldn't keep her waiting.
"Gwendolyn!" Merlin runs to her. She's covered with bruises. She smiles, and Gwaine lets out a small snort.
"I'm fine Emrys- I mean, Merlin. My cousins weren't too happy that I let you go." She gives a small, reassuring smile before turning to Arthur. "Sire, my cousins are intending to join Morgana. The group she's gathered, from what I saw there were around 50 sorcerers. The strength of the magic was great, and they're headed to Camelot." She has a sure, trusting, confidence to her voice.
"How long do we have."
"Six, seven days at the most. She's getting inside information, but I don't know from whom. I saw a man speaking to Morgana at the camp, he was clearly of nobility, and he had greasy looking black hair, and wore all black. She kept calling him something. It sounded like aggravating, but not quite. He gave her the plans to the siege tunnels of Camelot. This is serious." She looks at the knights who slowly look to Arthur. She had just given them a fairly good description of Lord Agravaine, and not even Arthur could deny that he'd been acting suspiciously ever since he arrived in Camelot.
"We should convene the council sire." Leon suggests.
"Wait a moment. This girl said that her cousins are part of the group. How do we know that we can trust her?" Elyan speculates.
"First of all I can still hear you, also you should know that if I wanted you dead I would have just left you in that cell." Their attention turns back to Gwendolyn, who's smiling in a way that's like Merlin's, but has a slightly different charm about it.
"She's right. We owe her our lives, and we have no reason not to trust her." Arthur points out, the knights plus Merlin nod in agreement.
"So it's decided then. Elyan, I want you to gather the council, quickly."
"Yes sire."