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Chapter 12: Enchanted

Merlin and Lyra were locked in two different cells, in the dungeon. Lyra was shaking all over, she was worried mostly about Merlin...

What would Mordred do to him? She dreaded the answer.

A moment later the cell door opened and Mordred came in. She stared at him her eyes full of fear and dread.

"Did you really think you could escape?" he asked angrily. "Where would you have gone!? I would've found you!"

Lyra didn't even realize he was removing her from the dark room and back into the bedroom.

"Wh-what are y-you going to d-do t-to Merlin?" She stuttered.

Mordred smirked, as he slammed and locked the door behind him. "What would you do in my place?" he hissed.

Lyra hadn't expected that question, and tilted her head to one side. "M-me?" Mordred nodded, still smirking. "I-I-I would've let-."

"-Him go?" She nodded. "Thats not what I will do." Mordred looked out of the window at the court yard and looked back at the scared princess.

"P-please..."

"What?" he snapped, unexpectedly.

"Don't hurt him." She pleaded. "He has done nothing-!"

"I wont hurt him..." Mordred's smirk grew. "I will leave him to rot in that cell till the day he dies."

Lyra gasped, that was worse then hanging or even beheading. It was torture! "No! please!"

"I've decided. Pleading wont change anything." He watched her sink on the floor then looked out at the court yard again.

She has already lost Arthur, she couldn't bare to lose Merlin too, he was like a brother to her. "W-why are you doing this?"

Mordred turned around to look at her again. "Haven't I been clear?" He sneered. "I want revenge."

"And you got it! What could you possibly have to gain by taking me and Merlin?" Lyra questioned.

Mordred curled his lips to a cruel and mischievous grin. "Merlin is powerful and a danger to my plan." He told her.

Lyra tilted her head again. "What plan?"

"You'll know soon enough." He replied.

Lyra let out a shaky breath. "A-and me? Why do you need me?"

Mordred laughed. "Is it not obvious?" Lyra shook her head. "I am going to marry you."

"No!" She protested. "I'll never marry you!"

Lyra could feel more tears fall down her face, but didn't wipe them.

"Are you hungry?" The King asked suddenly.

"W-what?"

"Sit." he pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit. "I will return shortly." and left, locking the door.

Lyra cried. She hated him. despised him... She would never marry him...

He returned a few minutes after he had left. He put a plate of food in front of her.

"Eat." He ordered, taking a plate for himself. They ate in silence and Lyra was getting stressed.

Mordred stood and went to her side. "Lyra, look at me." She didn't.

He took her cheek and she obeyed. "Good girl."

"Túce hwón frec ðu, Lyra. Þec feoh nom gyse. Cume morðor rice ær. Túce hwón frec ðu."

Lyra's eyes changed from hatred to passion. "Mordred,"

"Yes, my love?" Mordred smiled.

"I love you."

Ohhhh... That probably made your eyes widen! lol