𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖜𝖔
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: From trolls to dragons to foreign princesses, Astraea Aphelion grows stronger as she
continues to navigate medieval Britain using her wit and heart, standing unshaken beside Merlin and Arthur as they face every threa...
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📍 Camelot
⏳February, 506 AD
Merlin and I reluctantly agreed to create a fake story to tell Arthur regarding why we were gone for two nights. I accompanied my best friend to the Prince's room so that we could appease him, or whatever. According to the physician, he's been extra moody thinking that we were goofing off and skipping work. It's great to know that I can count on him if I ever get kidnapped again!
That's a bizarre sentence...
I hung by the door while Merlin creeped inside the darkened room and went to open the curtains, letting the light in. "What happened?!" he asked in alarm as he glanced around the room. My eyes widened at the sight of all the random objects and clothes that were scattered about. You'd think a troop of chimpanzees broke in!
"What happened?" a groggy Arthur echoed in a grumpy tone. "I have had to make do without a servant – that is what has happened."
Merlin and I shared a puzzled look. "We were not gone for that long!" he responded.
"Without my permission?" Arthur inquired with a bit of a cute pout that caused a smile to tug at my lips.
Ugh, it sucks that Gaius made us promise we wouldn't tell the truth!
"What if I was dying?!" Merlin questioned as he began to pick up the mess. See, if I had his job, I'd make the Prince pick it up himself. And I'd probably get fired. Which would be great, 'cause I'd hate to have his job.
"I would not be complaining!" Arthur whined. "But you are not, so where have you been?"
My best friend and I connected gazes again and I gestured for him to talk. He shook his head and gestured for me to do so. I narrowed my eyes at him and returned the motion. He copied my actions, I repeated them–
"Well?" the Prince pressed.
I sighed and explained, "We were trackin' down a doctor that specialises on mental problems to help your dad," while trying to appear nonchalant as my stomach churned from the guilt of being deceptive.
Arthur sat up on his bed and the covers slid down to reveal his shirtless torso. I instantly averted my gaze towards the floor and began to play with the strings of my blue camo hoodie as my face warmed up.
"Were you successful?" he questioned, his voice now soft.
"We think so," I answered. I mean, we did burn that thing that Morgana had hung under Uther's bed, right?
"He gave us a remedy and Gaius is optimistic that it may work," Merlin added.
Arthur let out a long sigh, "That is great news. Thank you."
"Of course," "Anything for you," Merlin and I replied at the same time.
My best friend shuffled around and I watched from the corner of my eye as he got something from the wardrobe and flung it at the Prince. A shirt! Arthur was quick to pull it on and I grinned to myself, finally returning my gaze fully towards him.
