Lancelot and Guinevere are getting married. That requires some preparations. Arthur uses it as opportunity to 'speak' with his soulmate. Sadly Arthur's being tormented by a side of himself he didn't know existed. So which one does the talking?
MUST READ: This chapter could get very confusing if you don't understand.
Arthur is basically being tormented by the darkside of himself. Arthur remains in third person. He doesn't want to recognize his internal battle as two separate entities, because that would mean he was going insane. Darkside, however, is in first person and dialogue with normal Arthur like he were two. I could not separate them into separate paragraphs as that is how I indicate different pov's between characters. Both darkside and normal Arthur are still only Arthur, so they had to remain together. I have tried to make it easier to understand by flanking and italicizing his dialogue with bullet points. •.This is only an issue for two chapters. All I can say is read slowly.
It's a deserted corridor where he spots her. He notices the storage room to his left and noiselessly slinks inside, leaving the door slightly ajar. She's almost there, and Arthur is practically salivating in anticipation. Wait for it... Now! He swings the door open, seizes her wrist, and yanks her in, slamming it behind her. Her back pack falls, contents splayed across the floor.
Arthur slams Merlynn against the shelves, pinning her body with his. Her eyes are wide in realization and fear. Before she can so much as breathe, the prince has slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling any cries. She squirms and twists desperate to escape his masculine brawn. The blonde smirks at her attempts.
"You're mine, Merlynn. In EVERY way." She claws at his arm to let her go, but it doesn't phase him. Her tears soak his hand, and with the other he works her jeans open. Snap. Zip. He can practically see the muscle of her heart thrumping through her fitted jumper. She's begging with her eyes for him to stop. He doesn't. He slips his thumb down the top hem of her trousers and...
"What?" Arthur jerks up from a deep sleep. What the hell was that? The blonde swipes his forehead as beads of perspiration have formed along his brow. He knows he's had... that on his mind, but he'd never dream (no pun intended) of actually hurting her. Would he?
•You wouldn't have to hurt her, Arthur, if she would just give herself to you willingly.•
Woah! Where did that come from?
•Aren't you tired of all the rejection? Rejection from the other half of your soul?•
He still would never resort to something so low.
•So you're just going to give up, sacrifice what is rightfully yours?•
She's not his! She's a human being!
•Actually, she's not. She's Magic, pure magic that was molded in the hands of a Goddess, solely for you.•
But she still has her own free will.
•Does she though?•
He's not so sure anymore.
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"You want me to what?"
"You'll enjoy it, Merlynn, I promise. It may be an assignment, but this one is at least half recreation."
The witch and Leon are in the conference room discussing the her next commission. Apparently Morgana has organized an outing for the group, but Merlynn would also be there on Guard duty. She was hoping to work future events glamoured, but this one will require Arthur to not only see her, but she'll have to remain at his side.
Leon notices his comrade's anxiousness. "What's a matter? You don't like rollercoasters?"
"I've never been on one." She's responding, but her mind is preoccupied with thoughts of being near HIM again. Focus Merlynn! You can't seem as anything's amiss or others will start asking questions, and she CAN'T have questions. The witch is a terrible liar and she knows it. She has Gwen and Elena. That's all Merlynn needs.
"Really? Oh, you'll love it! Especially Scarefest. Alton Towers goes all out, paying attention to the smallest details. You truly get the spooky, eerie ambience you want for any Halloween event, and the mazes look like actual scenes from horror movies. It's brilliant!"
Merlynn's never seen Leon so animated and eager. He's like a... well, a child in costume, ready to go trick or treating. Maybe he should dress up.
Leon's excited. He loves amusement parks, Scarefest predominantly. He actually enjoys being scared, but in his career fear in reality is definitely not the same in make-believe. He can relax in the knowledge that the villains aren't real. The murderers don't genuinely make attempts on your life, and evil doesn't truly exist in the antagonist's heart. Add that to the fun and thrill of twisty rollercoasters lit up for nighttime enjoyment, the whole escapade is quite the experience. And he can't wait to share it with his new 'sister'. "It's also hilarious. Gwaine hates rollercoasters, which we always force him to ride, and Elyan is terrified of anything horror related. Half the fun of the whole thing is ragging on them!"
Merlynn does lightly chortle imagining the two grown men shrieking like ten year old girls.
The first knight is grateful to see his friend smile. He doesn't know what it is, but something is off. At least he can give her this to look forward to. "Now, it is a lot of fun, but it is also a job. You will have to stick close to Arthur. Scarefest is crowded, and when it's dark anything can happen. There isn't going to be any announcements that he's going, so we won't have to worry about any planned ambush or anything. You also will not be wearing your normal Guard duds. Both you and I will be just part of a big group of friends hanging out at Scarefest. You will have to be on Arthur like glue, though. It's a good time but also dangerous."
The witch observes Leon's giddy demeanor and cheerfulness. Her normal response, without considering Arthur, would be looking forward to a new adventure, so that is what she must portray. Come on, Merlynn. Doesn't everyone have an inner thespian? "Wow! That does sound brilliant and a barrel of laughs! I wouldn't miss it! Thank you for thinking of me, Leon."
The lead Guard is trained to read people, and he knows Merlynn is forcing her reaction. He can't guess as to why, but unless she confides in him, his hands are tied. "No problem." He gives his own false smile.
She doesn't notice, too troubled with the upcoming posting. Merlynn ascends to her feet and Leon echoes the action. "If that's all, I was hoping to get some time on the mats, and Kay's supposed to work with me on swords."
"Certainly. How's that coming along? The swords?"
"Uh, I would say it is definitely not my forte, but I'm not giving up."
"I wouldn't think you would, but don't feel bad. It's difficult, and for someone who's never picked one up before, cut yourself some slack." He pats her on the back, encouraging her efforts.
Both Guards go their separate ways.
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He has her on her back on the pitch, wrists trapped in his fists. She screams, but he doesn't care. There's no one around. He just continues thrusting.
"Your Highness?"
Arthur glances up at his title. He's in class. He's surrounded by fellow pupils, all engrossed with their own exam.
"I apologize, sire. It appeared you needed redirection. You seemed lost in thought."
"Uh, yes. Yes, thank you. I'll just get back to it then." His professor nods and returns to his desk at the front of the lecture hall.
That was another one. He's being tormented day and night, inundated with visions of taking his Guard. They are rarely with consent now. If he didn't know any better he'd think destiny itself was talking.
•Maybe you should just fuck her and be done with it.•
No Arthur! Who the hell is he anymore?!
•You have a fated lover who is rejecting you. Did you really think the Old Religion wouldn't intervene? You two are meant for each other, determined by the Triple Goddess herself, and if Merlynn is fighting that, then you may have to take the matter into your own hands.•
Arthur would never and will never cross that line! It's not only monstrous and perverted, it is dishonorable, counter to everything he stands for, and against such a pure, innocent woman. No! He would never stoop to that level! He will find other means. Pendragon charm has never failed him.
•Until now. Think of it, Arthur. No more pining; no more obsessing; no more wanking. Just fuck the witch and claim her virtue for yourself. Mordred be damned. Their clan had no right to take her from you. They're the ones to blame for this mess. If it weren't for them Merlynn would have been yours already.•
He smiles to himself at the thought. But she isn't his, is she?
•And it's their fault! Theirs and Mordred's! They dare take half of your soul! You have Pendragon charm, but where is the Pendragon fight? That's just as much who you are as your honor. You would never force another woman, but she's not another woman, is she? Merlin was born fifteen hundred years ago for one man... Arthur Pendragon.•
--
"We have some good news and bad news." The two roommates are lodged in opposite ends of the couch, eyeing one another nervously, concerned for the friend they're now facing. She's positioned on the edge of her own seat, elbows on her knees, quietly sipping a steaming chamomile blend.
"Okaay? I'm listening."
Gwen takes a breath and begins to speak. "The bad news is Morgana arranged for everyone to come here and make various wedding related things. She says it will add a personal touch to the wedding and is 'necessary for every milestone in someone's life...' Anyway, that's neither here nor there, but you should know the whole group is coming. We couldn't say everyone could come except Arthur. Not that we wouldn't. It's just that we would have to give a reason, and you don't want anyone else to know. Not that there's anything wrong with that! No, you have every right! It's your business, and we would never force you to say anything. Not that we want to tell... people. I mean..."
Elena touches her friend's shoulder to cease her legendary rambling. "Let's just tell her the good news, eh?" The blonde takes over relaying their plan for the prince and witch to avoid interaction. "So, the good news is that we arranged for this little get-together for tomorrow night, when you have your date scheduled with Mordred."
Merlynn is relieved and gratefully smiles at her friends' consideration. She thought she was now going to be forced to face two encounters with the future king, but of course her perfect friends prevented it. Well... at least one. Ugh, if only she could foil that one somehow. "Thank you. Unfortunately, she scheduled another event that I HAVE to go to."
"She scheduled Scarefest, but you don't have to go. I'm sure you can come up with an excuse," Elena says.
The witch was shaking her head though. "Not this time. I'm working it. I've been told I need to be 'on Arthur like glue'." She slumps into her chair defeated.
Gwen is worried for her friend. Other victims of assault aren't obligated to continuously endure their attackers. "Oh Merlynn. You can't get out of it?"
"No. If I told Leon what happened, I'm sure he would appoint another Guard..." She stares at the floor dejectedly. "...but I can't let him know. I don't want anyone to know." No one must ever know. She then remembers her boss fondly, his adorable excitement for her. "He was so happy. He thinks he's doing something nice for me, sending me to Scarefest for a job. A good time on Uther's dime." She crosses her arms as if hugging herself. Cornered by her own benevolence. "I didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise."
Both women sympathetically listen to their witch's plight and try to devise a solution.
"I've got it!" Elena has a plan. "Okay, this is what we'll do. You may have to stay with Arthur, but you don't have to be alone with him. Gwen or I will always be with you on rides and all the haunted things. You may have to partner with Arthur on some of the rollercoasters, but we'll still be there in another car. There. How's that sound?" She preens, proud of her resolution.
Merlynn grins affectionately at her amazing friends. "I think it sounds... like I really love you guys. I can't express enough how thankful I am for you. I don't feel so alone."
Gwen and Elena push off the sofa to embrace their roommate in a tender hug.
"You're never alone, Merlynn. We love you. We'll always be there for you." Gwen thinks their precious witch sometimes needs a reminder that she's valuable as a person, just as much as a power.
"I know. It's just... Arthur is your friend, too. You've been friends with him for longer."
"Hey, you stop thinking that, right now. Arthur may be our friend, and we do love him, BUT he was wrong. Just because we care for him doesn't mean we won't ever be angry or disappointed with him. And I am angry. I am very angry, and if you would let me tell Gwaine I know he would be angry too. I don't expect that. I'm just making a point that seniority doesn't matter, not in this."
"Thank you."
"I have a question. You don't have to answer. I mean... I would like if you answer, but you certainly don't have to. And I'm not saying you should. I just want to know. Not that..."
"Gwen, it's okay. What did you want to ask?"
"Are you going to tell Mordred?"
Merlynn thought that might have been the question. She determined soon after the incident, this was one bit of information that should be left unsaid to her beloved. "No. I don't want him upset with Arthur. I'm not comfortable with the prince..." Both woman recognize Merlynn no longer refers to him as her King. "...but I don't think it will be forever. He did say he was sorry. And I don't believe he planned it or anything. I think he just lost control, but he never meant anything bad. Point is I know eventually we'll get past this, but I don't think Mordred would. He adores Arthur, but there was one time..." Merlynn recalls the conversation. "...one time for only just a moment where he mistakenly reasoned that Arthur had hurt me, and he looked practically savage. His eyes flickered red."
Gwen is caught of guard with this knowledge. "I thought he swore on his magic he wouldn't hurt Arthur."
"All that means is he would lose his magic if he did. He would sacrifice it for me in a heartbeat. I honestly don't think he could stop himself."
The girls glimpse one another disturbed with what Merlynn's revealed. She still believes it was a fluke that her powers didn't work that day, or should they say wouldn't work. But they know better, and if Arthur can't start exercising some self-control, his life could be in danger... again.
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Morgana and Arthur arrive toting boxes of all kinds of 'paramount' wedding essentials. (At least to her they are).
"What in the world is all that?"
"Well, Gwaine. I will tell you when it's all inside. All you men, go back to my car with Arthur and collect the rest," she demands while both royals set the first load on the table.
"Let's go, knights."
"Oy! That's comic relief, wise knight to you, princess."
"Only if you call me greatest king that ever was."
"Ugh, point taken."
"Well, if you all are that, then I'm fun loving."
"I'm noble."
"I guess I'm the gentle giant."
"And I'm the loyal first knight."
Mithian's been watching the whole exchange. "You all are ridiculous. Now go. Finish getting everything, so I can see what we're doing here tonight."
"Yes, fearless, Queen Mithian."
"Ugh! Go on, get out of here." She shoves Leon out the door.
The knights make their way to the priestess' vehicle.
"So princess, you have any idea what we have to do tonight?"
Arthur doesn't care. He only has one goal in mind, and it isn't wedding related. "I was just told to put all the boxes in the car. I know that quite a few are fragile. You can hear the glass clinking." Once they reach the car, Arthur opens the boot, and he starts doling out the cargo.
"Yes! I know exactly what this is," Gwaine claims in a sing-song voice.
"How do you know?"
"Well, Perce, my giant friend. I would know that sound anywhere. Those are bottles. We've got alcohol, boys!"
"You would know that."
"Of course he would, Leon. The man drinks pints for breakfast."
"Give me some credit, Elyan. I almost always wait until noon."
"Lance, would you grab Morgana's laptop out of the passenger side? I didn't want it back here with everything else."
"Certainly."
"I don't know what the rest of them are, though. The fact that there's only one light one... A little concerning."
"What do you care? You'll be so pissed, you either won't be helping or just won't give a damn."
"Very true, Leon. Very true. But I still feel for the rest of you and my little blonde, muffin pie."
"Eww! You two are nauseating."
"They aren't as bad as Lance and Gwen, Elyan," Leon reminds him.
"Hey! I take offense to that."
"You have to admit you are a little, bruv."
"Et tu, Perce? Et tu?"
The giant shrugs.
"Hey, don't worry, future brother-in-law of mine. No one's as bad as Merlynn and Mo..." The youngest knight's eyes widen, realizing what he almost said. The others echo his expression. "Shit! Sorry, mate," he says, gaze now on the prince.
Arthur gives a tight nod trying to falsely convey 'no hard feelings'.
•You know they're right. You need to break off that whole relationship before that boy has her whole heart and her purity.•
And how is he suppose to do that?
•You know how.•
Never!
•Soon.•
"Hey, wait a minute! I thought I heard Arthur had chosen to do the whole sharing thing, right?" Leon looks to his prince.
"We uh... We're kind of taking a break. Yeah, the lack of physical intimacy has been a little rough for me, so we decided to pick things up further down the road."
"I hear that, princess. Good to be honest with yourself, though. Proud of you, mate." Gwaine cups Arthur's shoulder.
"Me too, Arthur."
"Thanks Lance."
"Me three!"
Arthur chuckles at the fun loving knight. "Thanks."
"Four. Really." The giant kindly smiles.
"Knew you had it in you." Leon copies the rogue's gesture but on the other shoulder.
Arthur examines all his supportive friends. "Thank you. Thank you all. Now, enough of this mushy stuff. We better get in there before the harpy sets their curtains on fire." See, they all know what's right.
•No, they all know what's nice. You never thought what had to be done wasn't ugly. Doesn't mean it's not necessary.•
How can THAT be necessary?!
•THAT isn't necessary. Claiming the Goddess for your own is. She's the one making THAT necessary.•
Says who?
•Says the Old Religion.•
Well, the Old Religion can fuck itself!
"'Bout time. We thought you guys went to the pub."
"Why would we do that when you've brought it to us? Can't fool me, Morgana. You've got liquor and lots of it."
"Oh no. You've found me out, Gwaine. What ever will I do? Set the boxes over there, and sit your arse down." She glares at the man, not truly annoyed, just feeding the drama. "In fact... come on, everyone. I want to get started."
One by one the Camelot 'eleven' of the group situate themselves around the three roommates' living room.
"All right everyone. Here's the deal. What..."
"Wait!" Arthur couldn't help but notice there's someone missing. "Where's Merlynn?"
"She's on a date and won't be back all evening." Elena forces herself to behave and not unintentionally betray her friend's confidence. A quick glance affirms her suspicion that Arthur is more than displeased at the news.
Arthur, you need to calm down. People can't know he's fighting himself.
•You aren't angry with her! You're infuriated with yourself! This wouldn't be happening if you'd stop being such a girl, grow some balls, and bloody fuck your witch!•
Morgana can see Arthur's fury plain as day on his face. She originally planned to manipulate matters, forcing the king and witch together, but the fact she's on a date actually works in her favor.
"A date? Are you saying she's in Ambrosia?"
•How dare she?!•
How dare she? How dare she date her fiance? He already knows they are betrothed. Why is he surprised she would want to see him?
•You just were expecting her here is all.•
Well, he can wait around, make sure not to drink and coherent enough to talk.
•That's a good idea!•
He does have them.
"She teleports, Arthur. Now that he's of age they can see each other regularly. And they have been." Elena couldn't help but add that last tidbit of information.
Stay calm, Arthur.
•You can't stay calm! Did you hear what she said? This isn't the first time! "She didn't think she should help with her best friend's wedding prep? Isn't that kind of selfish?"•
What did you just say?! Don't you see? Now everyone suspects, you dolt!
The group is surprised by the resentment radiating off their friend. Didn't Arthur say everything had been resolved between him and Merlynn?
"Her date was already planned, and she was looking forward to it. I told her it was fine," Gwen says hiding her own bitterness.
Arthur doesn't say anything else. Just sulks in his chair. You're pouting.
•You're allowed to pout. You were looking forward to seeing your Goddess.•
Yes, except his little temper tantrum is exposing his inner battle. Get it together, Pendragon. He was born to a world of fake smiles and hidden agendas. He can do this.
"Anyway, this is what we are going to do. No wedding is complete without personal touches, so that is what you all are for. Gwaine, you are correct. All those bottles are alcohol."
"Yes, I knew it!"
"BUT... they are not for drinking. Not yet, anyway. Gwen and Lance are going to have a signature cocktail that we have to create. Also, I have cd's. We are going to make a mixed song cd as favors for all the guests. Next, I have napkins that will be set at the bar during the reception. There will be traditional linen napkins at all the place settings, but these will have little sayings or jokes, or just little snippets about Lance and Gwen. They can be funny or heartwarming, doesn't matter. There also will be a multiple choice ten question quiz on how much people know about our bride and groom. The quiz needs to be humorous. Finally, I have frames to press flowers into that we're using for escort cards. Now, I figured we could set up stations and split up. Then throughout the night we'll switch around and everyone will get a chance to do everything."
"I wish Merlynn was here. She could just magic everything."
"No, Elyan. That would take away the personal touch. That's the point of these projects. Okay everyone, let's get started."
Boxes are sorted and allocated to different sites across the room to form designated wedding prep zones. Once each one is erect and organized, clusters of two and one of three, break off and choose an area to begin the first round.
Lance and Gwen head to the cd assignment as no one else can select their songs. Once they switch, all that will be left is burning them to the discs.
Gwaine and Elena dash to the cocktail, of course. No one else even bothers.
Leon, Elyan, Percival, Mithian, and Sefa settle around the table. They think they'd be more effective if all of them combined discussed what to write on the napkins and help generate amusing questions for the quiz.
Only the royals are left. Arthur doesn't want to socialize, so he prefers the task of pressing flowers into picture frames, anyway. He's grateful his partner is Morgana as she'll know now is NOT the time to talk to him.
Morgana observes her brother diligently work all the flowers into their frames. You can tell he's in deep thought and wrestling with something. She has a good idea of what it is, and she faces her own battle to remain steadfast. This is for him, Morgana. For him. Right?
Arthur's certain Elena and Gwen know what happened between him and their roommate. Their glares have been booring holes into his head all evening. He's confident the knowledge is limited to them, fortunately. No one else has been treating him any differently. Thank god for that, or should he say goddess?
Well, it turns out wedding prep is a type of party. Everyone's eventually drunk from trying to come up with a signature cocktail and the napkins and quiz are positively sidesplitting.
Arthur's plan to remain sober while everyone else gets thoroughly pissed appears to be working. One by one the Camelot legends fall. Soon a private conversation with the Goddess of their team will be a guarantee.
•Yeah, when she comes home from her date.•
Yes, her date. A date that is perfectly reasonable to expect.
•And why do you have to expect it, Arthur? Why do you have to accept it? Isn't it because you're too weak? Too weak to fight for what's yours?•
She's not his.
•She is... and you know it.•
You better not ruin this.
•No promises.•
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As always, Mordred planned a glorious evening. He had ordered tickets online for the matinee showing of Wicked, which she's wanted to see ever since the first time she heard of it when she came to Camelot. With a photo of Townsquare in New York, Merlynn's magic was able to teleport them. The gift is welcome in the States, so there weren't any glares that you sometimes get with power displays. They were a little startled at their sudden appearance, though. They actually got a few pitying looks when the Americans noticed the witch's gauntlets. After the show was over, they went sightseeing around the city. They saw the classic tourist attractions like the Empire States Building and Statue of Liberty, but Merlynn's favorite was the romantic stroll through Central Park. Of course the whole evening ended with one of his spectacular kisses on the Bow Bridge at sunset. It once again was sheer perfection, and she was walking on air.
After she returns to her shared flat, she remembers she still has some homework to finish. It's already late, so she's going to need some reinforcement to keep her awake. Merlynn's surprised when she reaches the end of the corridor and sees the living room besieged in wedding paraphernalia. All her friends scattered throughout the room, out cold, and in deep slumber. Goddess, she didn't realize so many in the group snored. The cacophony of chainsaws make the witch seriously wonder how they couldn't be waking each other. Then Merlynn spots him and shudders. How she had forgotten the Camelot Twelve included the Once and Future King, she'll never know. It's okay, Merlynn. Just get in, make a cuppa, and get out. She spells herself silent, praying it's enough to keep his highness at bay, just until she retreats securely back to her room. Regardless of the spell, she still tiptoes to her destination, irrationally afraid of its failure. She's Emrys for goddess sake! She doesn't do failure! But better be safe than sorry, right?
Arthur had only just shut his eyes when he hears the creak of a bedroom door. Finally, his soulmate has returned. He has to talk to her and resolve things, at the least be friends. Maybe she'd be willing to give him another chance down the road.
•No, you have to pound her, fuck her into the counter. Claim your queen now.•
Shut up! He needs her to forgive him for his lack of restraint, tell her that he never meant to hurt her.
•No, you didn't mean to, but you were meant to.•
That's ridiculous! No one is meant to rape someone. That's a pretty sick and twisted destiny.
•It's not your destiny to rape, but you are fated lovers, and if she doesn't realize that or refuses to realize that... Unfortunately, desperate times call for desperate measures.•
These aren't desperate times!
•Aren't they? Liberty could be the end of all magic, and the Once and Future King and Emrys, who are supposed to save it together, are divided. And she's going to be united with your prophesied murderer, sworn enemy.•
Doesn't matter. When she is with Arthur, IF she is with Arthur, it will be by her choice. Doesn't he deserve that, someone who chooses him instead of is strong-armed? Fuck, it's like kismet betrothed them, dictated an arranged marriage.
•Now you're getting it. No one can choose their destiny, Arthur, and no one can escape it. Regrettably, Emrys doesn't understand that and you have an obligation to 'explain'. The savior and Magic must unite. It is the only way.•
He'll find another one. With that Arthur hoists himself out of his chair and follows the beam of light.
"Mm, mm, someone else's game, too late for second-guessing, mm, mm..." Merlynn's favorite song was Defying Gravity. She recalls Mordred squeezing her hand as she watched the stage starry-eyed and enthralled. She continues to brew her tea and fetches a cup from the cupboard, the cupboard she defaced in her anxiety. She waves her hand, repairing the damage, refusing to dwell on the cause. "Time to try defying gravity, mm, mm, mm, defying..."
"Hello Merlynn."
Merlynn startles at the sound of the voice she knows so well, a voice she used to dream of, but now shrinks from.
"Your Highness." She turns away to busy herself, pouring her own version of liquid courage. Leastwise liquid calmer. Her hand tremors are probably betraying her uneasiness, however. Why is he here? He doesn't seem drunk like any of the others. In fact, he appears perfectly sober. He's just staring at nothing, like he's having some kind of internal battle. It's doing nothing to mollify her nerves. But of course her magic thrills in his presence, which sickens her to no end. As she watches him he looks to be suffering with his own vibrations, until he stops cold and stares daggers in her eyes. Merlynn steps back from the arrant ferocity of his gaze.
•"I thought I told you to call me, Arthur."•
The witch doesn't understand the rage that's being emitted in waves. Wasn't he the one that attacked her? And all this fury is because what? She disobeyed him?
•"I heard you had a date tonight."•
Seriously? "Uh... I don't think it's a good idea to discuss my relationship with Mordred. Do you?"
No, it's not a good idea.
•Sure, it is. You need to hear what you're missing out on, what you could have if you would just take back what was yours to begin with.•
You wouldn't have it if you ravish her! She'd love Mordred all the more, and she'd hate him. It would destroy any hope he had with her.
•You already destroyed any hope when you assaulted her the first time. Your problem is you didn't follow through. Then Mordred would be finally out of the picture and you'd regain your birthright as the Once and Future King and Emrys.•
No, you will never hurt her! He loves her! He'd kill anyone who even tried.
•That's it! You're a fool, Pendragon, and if you can't do what needs to be done... The prince stalks over to his witch until he towers over her. "It's not over between us, Merlynn."•
What are you doing?! Where is this coming from?
•"I understand you needed some time, but I don't give up, especially when I want something, particularly if it is my soul."•
Why can't he shut up! You're ruining everything! Get ahold of yourself, Arthur. Don't let this monster that isn't you take you down.
•"You said yourself, you are mine, my Goddess."•
Fight it, Arthur! Fight for her! She is his heart and love of his life. Fight! Merlynn has frozen in place. He can tell she's frightened. Oh, love, he is so sorry! He's not strong enough.
•She needs to understand who has the power in your relationship, Arthur. Stop sniveling, and be a man.•
So, so sorry.
•Fuck it! The monster cups one of her cheeks and chastely kisses the other one. "And I take VERY seriously what is mine."•
His sordid eyes are dark and sinister, and she trembles in their sights. The curl of his lip and knowing smile makes her recoil in terror. The witch exhales in relief as he makes his exit... until he stops and she nearly chokes on the abrupt inhale. Just go! Please just go!
•"And I will eventually claim it back."•
Then he finishes his trek until he's left the flat. What does that mean?! What could it mean? Merlynn collapses against the counter trying to catch her breath. It's official. Almighty Emrys is terrified.
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When Arthur pulls away from the curb, he doesn't realize meters behind him another vehicle has just vacated its parking spot, or that it has nefarious intentions. Oblivious to his surroundings, all his focus is on an all powerful witch.
Merlynn was gorgeous tonight, as always, looking soft and delicate donning an ever so slightly sheer, white wool jumper, that hung off one shoulder and crossed in the back, revealing once again the raven had forwent any supportive garment. It was sexy as hell especially paired with denim painted legs and heeled leather, but somehow the provocative ensemble highlighted his soulmate's purity and innocence. It was sweet and romantic and abandoned him in an abyss of arousal. He had fought another vision encouraging him to act on his temptation, but with some struggle he defeated it. He was able to control his actions, but his mouth got away from him. He scared her. He knows he did, and it repulses him.
•It's not a bad thing, Arthur. You were clear and left no doubt that you will tolerate her absence only for so long. If you had handled things differently, it would be years before you claimed your Goddess. This was the only way.•
No. There has to... Oomph... What the?
The vehicle that had, unbeknownst to Arthur, been following him, rear-ends the boot of his car... deliberately, as he slams into the prince a second and third time. Morgana's Tesla is being gradually edged closer to the iron bar barrier with each collision. Arthur realizes with clarity that his assailant means to push him off the bridge. Fuck! In a panic he tries to exit the vehicle, but the relentless strikes have jammed the doors. Before he can blink the machine is airborne, and his life flashes before him, as he glimpses the river waves advancing. And then... impact. From there all Arthur knows is pain, his nerve endings set on fire at one precise moment. How can he feel like he's burning alive when torrents of water surge through every cavity of his current domain... or should he say grave? Fuck! He's going to die. No more kingdom, no more Morgana, no more Merlynn. Merlynn! With a burst of hope he clutches the glamoured stone over his chest. "Emrys, Emrys, Emrys."
Merlynn is concentrating on healing potions at her computer when she feels it, the sensation of being swallowed by an external force. It can only mean one thing... Arthur's in jeopardy. The witch emerges from the vortex underwater, now only breathing via magic. Merlynn sees him. The car isn't fully submerged yet so he still has air. He does appear in agony, though, but she'll have to get him out first, before she tackles his pain. The witch frees him from his imprisonment, destroying hinges and nylon snares. She jerks Arthur from the virtual aquarium and he screams, swallowing gulps of toxic river. Her eyes glow, and soon she's catching her breath, now via lungs on the bridge. Arthur is lying unmoving on the pavement, and the raven crawls to his still form. She conducts CPR until the man is vomiting the drowning contents to his side. Confident he is breathing again, Merlynn's magic immediately contends with healing its King. Finally, when the gold has faded and the jobs complete with him no longer in pain, her adrenaline drops and she sags in exhaustion. "Are you all right?"
Arthur is frozen. His Goddess rescues him for the third time, this time from drowning, and he was absolutely petrified, but now he can't even think about it, because his soaking wet, raven beauty is wearing a completely transparent jumper with no bra. A vision of violent lust starts tormenting him once again. Fortunately, she notices his ogling, and magics both of them dry, aborting the perverted fantasy. She then grasps his bicep and waves her hand.
As soon as they appear in his room, Merlynn releases him, and can't escape fast enough. "I have to go attend to the car. I'm sure Detective Harrison will be talking to you again. I'll tell him to give you a day or two." She's about to return to the crime scene, but her transfer is interrupted.
"Merlynn?" The Goddess reluctantly faces him. "Thank you."
Polite and professional, Merlynn. "It's my job, sire." With a wave she vanishes.
Arthur narrows his eyes at the title.
•She did that on purpose! She snubbed you... and she will regret it.•
No, leave her alone! Can he blame her?! He stared at her like she was tonight's dinner!
•For good reason! You want her, Arthur, and your lust will continue to grow until you satisfy its craving. You're only delaying the inevitable.•
No! He's the greatest king there ever was! He's the savior of magic! Those are not compatible with sexual assault!
•And how have you been able to accomplish them!? With Emrys by your side!•
They can achieve those goals without sex and romance. They did their first lifetime.
• And you suffered! Both of you denying your innate desires because of cultural mores. You got it right, thereafter, and your work flowed easier and wasn't the tremendous burden you formerly endured.•
But that was chosen, not forced! If he raped her, it would divide them, not unite them.
•Others, yes. But Emrys is your soulmate, and magic will win Magic once properly claimed by its King.•
He can't. He just can't. Not to anyone and definitely not to the woman he loves.
•Then your suffering will multiply until you finally succumb.•
So be it.
Merlynn returns to the scene and magics the car from the water. Once she has it back on the road, she teleports it to the police station. She leaves the detective a note of the attempted homicide's locale, and informs him the car is in the parking lot. When the raven finishes, she finally magics herself home to complete her homework.
She remembers the salacious way Arthur eyed her. Why did she have to wear that jumper of all things?! She might as well have been topless and the man she would never want to see her like that, saw her like that. Goddess! The next time she has to see the prince is Scarefest, and her brilliant friends promised they'd never leave her alone with him. The witch hopes that Arthur just needs time. The girls said his behavior is undoubtedly out of character, but she's already scanned him for magic. He's not enchanted, so its only Merlynn that is bringing this out in him. Goddess, she wishes she could put it back in.
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"So, Arthur, the girls are choosing their bridesmaids' dresses today, so I won't be able to go with you to meet with the detective." She's concerned for her brother's mental state after yet another attempt on his life. "Are you all right?" The powerful hormones Nimueh's prescribed have significantly altered his psychological condition. He's barely batting an eye at the fact he almost drowned. Arthur's mind is consumed with Merlynn. The witch's dates with Mordred and apparent spurn after saving her King, have plagued him beyond despair. The high priestesses wanted him maniacally infatuated. Well, mission accomplished. Morgana knows the scarf will be his final undoing, and then Merlynn will face a whole new Once and Future King. May the Goddess be with her.
"Really? Who all is going?"
"Who do you think? All the bridesmaids and the bride of course."
"So Merlynn is going?"
"She is one of the bridesmaids, Arthur."
•Interesting. Maybe you'll stop by and pay your witch a visit. Judging by your last encounter, she may need a reminder of her place.•
Her place is wherever she chooses. It's disgusting to think otherwise. You will NOT go near her until she comes to you.
•Think what you want, Arthur, but you already know in a few hours you will be facing your Goddess.•
He will fight it.
•And you will lose.•
Morgana can tell by the prince's wicked smirk he's planning something. She has sympathy for Merlynn, but it gives her peace knowing that the Emrys and Future King would sacrifice themselves in an instant to save magic. The priestess is just helping them achieve their objective, isn't she? She certainly hopes so.
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All the Camelot women are browsing the merchandise around the entrance of the salon, when three women dressed in all black sheath dresses approach out of a corridor, towards the back. They are older, at least ten to fifteen years their senior, but still attractive women, who obviously stay in shape. The blonde with long, wavy locks is heavy with child, but it's clear that she's as fit as she can achieve during pregnancy. It's the highlighted brunette with a more tan complexion that speaks first.
"Hello ladies. Her Highness. Welcome to Jennifer's Bridal Salon. I am Jennifer, obviously the owner. These two lovely ladies are Constance..." She gestures to the final woman, who looks as if she could be Morgana's and Merlynn's sister, with her ivory skin and ebony hair. "...and Phaedra. They, along with myself, will be your attendants for the day. I see you brought your own wine. We do have wine glasses and refreshments, should you so wish. Your Highness, you and I spoke on the phone. You're the wedding planner, correct?" Morgana nods. "And who is the bride?"
"Uh, that's me." Gwen shyly raises her hand.
"Congratulations." Jennifer smiles and daintily shakes her client's hand. "And what is your name?"
"Gwen. Short for Guinevere."
"Beautiful name! Well Gwen, it is our desire to create a positive, memorable experience for you today."
"Thank you. I appreciate that."
"It is our pleasure. We are at your service, milady." Gwen bows and grins gratefully at the consideration. "Now, you should know we carry hair accessories, veils, tiaras, and shoes if you should have need of those. The shoes are temporarily white until we dye them to match your dresses. Speaking of that... Have you two discussed what you're looking for? Such as color? Style? Do you want matching? Do you have a shape preference? Specific fabric?"
The wedding planner fields these answers. "Actually we have. We would like long, red, and matching. Beyond that criteria, we would appreciate any suggestions. The wedding vision we're going for is sweet and romantic. The only flowers we're using are red roses and plenty of them."
"I see. I'm assuming you want the gowns to match the floral red?"
"That is correct."
"Well, any dress can be dyed, so you can still choose from any of our inventory. Based on your guidelines, I know exactly where to take you."
"Wonderful! Also, did you remember the wedding is in three weeks? I'm paying for a rush order," Morgana says.
"Absolutely. I already have my seamstresses on standby ready to make any alterations necessary."
"Thank you. I am in your debt. My fiance and I were kind of desperate."
"Well, hopefully we can relieve at least this burden from your shoulders." The owner addresses her attendants. "Constance, Phaedra, you ready?" Both employees heads bow. Now she returns her gaze to the Camelot party and gives a single clap. "All right, ladies. Let's have some fun!"
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Arthur is sitting in Detective Harrison's office writing his statement.
"We were fortunate that somehow paint residue from the vehicle was left on the rear bumper, even through the water. Ms. Ambrose got it out fast enough, so it didn't have a chance to wash away."
"Wasn't too late with me, either. I know that if I had summoned her earlier, the nosedive wouldn't have happened. But the whole driving me off a bridge thing... well my mind had been a little occupied, and it never even occurred to me."
"As expected. Very few of us think straight in threatening circumstances. Cut yourself some slack, and be grateful you eventually contacted her at all."
"I am. Believe me, I am. It's just humbling I guess."
"I understand. She's a remarkable woman. I was told Emrys was incredible and I must say... meeting her personally... blew my expectations out of the water, and in more ways than one." The detective smiles to himself fondly recalling the encounter.
Arthur notices and his possessive jealousy flares. He knows the comment was innocent, and the man's just another doting fan, but he can't help himself. "Don't you think you should focus on the case, detective, and not Emrys?"
Harrison is taken aback at the intensity in the prince's tone. He apparently had hit a nerve. "I apologize, Your Highness. I didn't mean anything untoward. I just meant that besides her power, she's intelligent, professional, thorough, and has unlimited loyalty to you."
•Oh, there's a limit... but not for long.•
"She's inspirational is all. Anyway, I think we have everything we need. We will find whomever is doing this, sire. But I truly don't think you need to worry. Emrys will protect you from anything."
•Hmm. Interesting. You think anything could include Merlynn herself?... Think about it. The lack of shocks and the fact she didn't defend herself on your first assault.•
She didn't because she couldn't?
•Exactly. What woman would put up with that? She easily could have overpowered you if you had been anyone else. Remember how she freed herself? It wasn't super human power. It was brute strength from common muscles. Aargh! What else do you need, Arthur?! Her own magic won't save her, not from you! It only wants its King. What's it gonna take for you to realize that and claim your Goddess?!•
No heart. "Uh...yes, I believe so. I honestly have never felt safer." The prince rises to shake the man's hand. "Good afternoon, Detective Harrison."
"Sire. Call us if you think of anything else or if you see something strange."
Arthur nods and strolls out of the man's office.
"Where to now, sire?"
•"You know, how about we surprise the princess? Take me to Jennifer's Bridal Salon'." You're smirking.•
No he's not.
•True. Your soulmate just needs a little clarification, Arthur, and you intend to give it.•
No he doesn't.
•Well, part of you does. And it's that half, that is strengthening by the minute. You are weakening, Arthur.•
He knows.
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The girls are all scattered among the cushy couches and chairs critiquing the suitability of the final model's dress.
"Hm... I don't think so. It doesn't have the right style. It doesn't fit the vision. I think... Let's try the oranza one. You know the one. It has only one shoulder. What do you think, Gwen?"
"I agree. That one was actually my favorite."
"Oh, good. Then let's do it. Mithian, I'll come help you."
The bride drags herself out of her seat. "Well, I'm going to go use the loo. Merlynn, you're fine with Phaedra?"
"Oh yes. We've been getting to know each other. Phaedra here has family that are magic users. She's also been pushing them to not use Liberty."
"Oh, Cheers!"
"Brilliant!
"That's brilliant!
"Thank you for your support, really."
Sefa doesn't say anything, just proudly nods to the attendant.
"I'm only doing what's right. I find the current system appalling."
"Well, you're in good company. We're all actively fighting it." Some of us more than others. Focus Morgana! "All right ladies." The princess signals 'get moving'. "No time like the present."
The whole party disperses and retreats back to their personal dressing rooms. Merlynn is somewhat delayed by her pregnant attendant, but they eventually reach their destination, and Phaedra locates the dress.
•Arthur slipped inside while the women were in their dressing rooms. He was about to search out his queen, when low and behold the person in question came down the corridor. He ducked behind a display and spied as each of the women modeled the dress. His Merlynn, gorgeous as ever. He was waiting for some time... when they finally finished. Now that everyone's returned to their prospective dressing rooms, Arthur steps out from behind the display and stealthly seeks his witch.•
"Oh, with this one I can wear a bra... No, you stay seated. I can get it."
•Arthur peeks behind the curtain and notices a woman looking ready to give birth any moment, in the corner along the same wall where he is.•
Stop this! This is not who you are!
•Yes it is. Behold, your raven beauty foraging through a pile of clothing for a bra she's currently NOT wearing and her dress splayed completely open. And is that...? Huh, look at what's at her lower back. Those are black lace knickers at the vertex of her zipper. The only thing keeping that dress up is an arm to cover her bare breasts. Come on, Arthur. Stop lying to yourself. You know you want to tear that dress apart and take her right here, right now.•
Of course he does! But desire and action are two different things. He's not doing it!
•...You're right... you never will. He slinks behind the curtain.•
What're you doing?!
•What you won't. The pregnant woman almost gasps, but he puts a finger to his lips indicating to stay silent and then gestures for her to leave. Her eyes flit back and forth between him and Merlynn, but with a scowl she finally edges her way out. What's she gonna do? You're the prince... and you're smirking again.•
That's not him. She looked that way because what he's doing is abhorrent.
•It's what's necessary. You're hungry, Arthur... You're foaming at the mouth as your soulmate continues rifling through layers of fabric, for her undoubtedly matching, black lace bra.•
You're sick.
•No, you're naturally captivated by the other half of your soul. It's instinct.•
"Found it!"
•Speaking of which... Merlynn finally notices him, nearly dropping the sought after lingerie loosely dangling from her finger tips. She's anchored motionless in his gaze. Well, time to break her out of that. "Don't stop on my account."•
Merlynn is stunned. After a swift glance around the room, she becomes quickly aware that her attendant is absent, and the prince is present. She also is now mindful of her state of undress, and only a single limb keeps her gown from crumpling to the floor. "Ar Arthur. What are you... uh, what are you um... doing here?"
Don't you see those nerves? The woman he loves is trembling at the sight of him. How can he want that?
•Unfortunately fear is a side effect of realizing who she is, more specifically whose she is. "Oh, I just left the detective. I thought I'd come here and tell you how it went."•
She's going to see right through that.
•Counting on it. He gestures for Merlynn to turn around. She obeys but definitely hesitantly. Too bad.•
How can you be so callous?
•You have a dark side.•
"Arthur, uh... I... I'm your bodyguard, not an... investigator. I don't need to know."
•He clasps the zipper with one hand and rests his other on her bare back. God, her skin is so smooth and silky. Be a shame to cover that perfect flesh. He spots the hanging garment in her hand. "You can drop the bra, Merlynn. I'm quite aware of your preference to be... free. This isn't new to you."•
He makes himself ill.
•Get over it.•
The witch is disgusted at the thought of Arthur ogling her through her clothing. She fights her instinct to gag, and lets the lace bandeau slip through her fingers. There's only a single opening for the one shoulder finery, and she happily slides her arm through securing it to her body. No longer feeling so naked, at last she sparks some mettle. "Why are you really here, Arthur?"
Yeah, Arthur, why is he here?
•You need to stop whining and enjoy this. He slowly begins linking the dress together with each click of the tiny metal prongs, but from the inside, lightly brushing the back of his palm along the satin derma. Ahh, you can't say you didn't relish that.•
Just shut up and answer the woman's question. This time, the truth.
•You're no fun. "Okay, you caught me," he taunts but with something dark behind it. "I thought I would come see my soulmate." With the dress now secured closed he gives his Goddess a tender kiss to her bare shoulder. You can't resist the flawless porcelain.•
He just had to go there.
•And unregrettably.•
Merlynn whips around repulsed at the prince's behavior, fear seeming to have temporarily fled, infuriated by the audacity. "Arthur! You have gone too far!"
•No. Not far enough.•
You asked for it.
"I have made it very clear that I ONLY want to see you professionally! We, as in you and me, are done! I am quite happy with my fiance, who treasures me! Unlike you, who covet me. I am not your possession. I am not your plaything. And I am certainly not your lover. Mordred is my betrothed and one and only. So get over it, and get out!"
Arthur? Arthur! You better not hurt her. Stay away. Just walk away.
•With a wicked grin forming across his face, the royal slinks over to his queen.•
What're you doing? When did he lose control?
•Isn't it cute she actually believes all that? She really has no idea who she is, and it's your responsibility to teach her.•
All she said would be true if he allowed it.
•Not gonna happen. "First... I'm not leaving and will go where I please. I'm the crown prince..." He leans in close, "...and your King." then steps back again. "Technically, all of the UK is mine. Second..." He faces her, demanding her complete focus. "...we're not done, Merlynn. You're the other half of my soul, and we will never be done. You're mine, my Goddess. You are my possession, just as much as I am yours. We are each other's. So, I think it is you that needs to get over it, and accept your place by my side." He gently cups her cheek in his hand. "And mark my words, my queen, we will be lovers..." He softly kisses her other cheek. "...and soon." Merlynn's eyes widen at the implication. Arthur smirks savoring his meaning dawn in the raven's face. Then he slowly backs away until he's reached the curtain. "See you at Scarefest, love." Finally, he blows her a two handed kiss and withdraws behind the portiere.•
Fuck! You just had to say it, didn't you?! Does he really want her afraid?
•Fear is power, Arthur. Remember that.•
Great, now he's quoting father. He truly is losing his mind.
•Still true.•
It doesn't make it right.
•Doesn't need to.•
Morgana spots her brother exiting the salon when she collects the shoes Mithian left by the stage. She saddens at the intimation of what his presence likely means. "I'm sorry, Merlynn."
Merlynn collapses to the floor as soon as he leaves, a puddle of organza flooding around her. Was he serious, or was he just trying to scare her? Or was this some kind of misogynistic show of dominance? Yeah, that's all it could be, right? A little boy grandstanding? He can't possibly mean... No, he wouldn't... The threat, though... The idea that he wants to hurt her brings tears to her eyes. He was her King. Now he's only her charge.
Phaedra pulls the curtain back and sees her bridesmaid on the floor. "Oh, Ms. Merlynn. Can I get someone for you, hun?"
That pulls the raven out of her thoughts, and she quickly wipes the tears away and ascends to her feet. "No, no. Thank you, but no. I'll be fine. Is everyone ready?" The witch tries to playoff the prince's presence as trivial, but knows the attendant sees through it. After a moment and with a pitying expression, Phaedra at last opens the curtain and follows Merlynn out. With a false wide toothy grin, she joins the rest of the Camelot women.
Merlynn has another performance to give.
I'm sorry for any confusion.
