Door 22: Spell

(100 word drabble)

"Can't you mend it?" Arthur asked.

"Not in time for the Yule feast," Gwen sighed.

Merlin had been listening silently from a corner, like Arthur expected these days – an obedient servant, unheard, unseen. Unmagical.

But today, he dared approach. "I could fix it. With…"

Arthur glared at him, but Gwen readily held out her torn gown. "Please?"

Merlin reached out. "Gestrice."

Gwen beamed at the mended seam. "Thank you! Oh, thank you! I'll change at once!"

Merlin, however, only had eyes for his King.

For the first time in weeks, he was smiling—at Gwen's happiness, first. Then, at Merlin.