Merlin told herself that if she was going to die. She was going to go out with a legacy on her back.
What she didn't know was that she literally needs to carry her legacy on her back.
And that Prince comes with way too much baggage.
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Merlin had a terrible feeling when she woke early the next morning. She carried out her duties vigilantly and swiftly. After making sure the Prince had been woken, pampered and fed, and his bed made she found herself in the armoury to retrieve his armour for one last polish before the tournament started up again that afternoon.
The armoury was empty save for the all the weapons and lonely shields. Her feet were quiet upon the ground as she collected the Prince's things, lips pursing in silent annoyance.
Sssss....
She froze in her movements the corners of her lips pulling down in confusion. She cocked her head, grey-blue eyes flicking around the empty room. She said nothing, straining her ears.
Ssss!
She immediately looked down to the floor, heart jumping up in dread at the mere thought of a snake hiding in the room. She pulled her dagger from its sheath, if that was the case she might as well be rid of it lest someone gets bitten by the Damn thing.
Ssss!
She followed the sound with slow footsteps, crouching low to the ground. The sound led her to a familiar shield.
Ssss!
She leaned forward, taking in the three intertwined green snakes upon a yellow shield. She stared at it closely, for a moment there was nothing, then there was movement, a widening of pupil.
Ssss!
She reached out tentative finger, running the digit along the snakes body as the snakes body twitched beneath her finger her vision tunnelled.
"Tharanai im bis entra ofra honra stolle!"
Snakes stretching out of the shield, Valiant's viscous grin, a man dead within his own caravan.
She pulled away from the shield with a sharp breath, she knew that bastard was fishy. She stood quickly, hearing the shuffling of feet. She immediately turned her attention to Arthur's armour, silently tucking her dagger in its sheath.
"Ah, My Lady."
She turned to find Valiant standing in front of the entrance. "I am no Lady, sir," Merlin inclined her head eyes flicking to the sword her had pointed in her direction, "Might I be of assistance?"
"Why are you here?" He asked, dropping the point of his sword to the ground when he noticed Merlin's pointed and weary stare.
"I'm merely grabbing my Lord's armour," she said lightly motioning to the pieces she had been gathering up into a sack to carry back towards Arthur's chambers.
"I see." He stepped forward and Merlin stepped back. "I was hoping to have your company last night, but you vanished before I could approach you."
Merlin inclined her head, "Apologies, sir, I wasn't feeling well," she moved around the table so that the wood stood between them as she packed away the rest of Arthur's armour.
