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
⏳March, 506 AD
Unfortunately, Merlin still kinda has a job to do as Arthur's servant, which meant that he had to be off the goblin case for a few hours while he took care of that. In the meantime, I stayed in the apartment and looked through a myriad of books in search of any way in which to exorcise a freaking goblin.
Hours upon hours went by, and I grew increasingly more frustrated every time I closed a book without any findings. I must've gone through half of Gaius's library before I decided that I deserved a break; so I made myself a sandwich and a cup of coffee. Like the considerate friend I am, I also made a sandwich for Merlin and went in search of him once I was done eating.
Logically, the first place I went to look was in Arthur's room.
"Merls? Artie?" I called out as I entered. The space was perfectly tidy, in contrast to how it'd been the last time I was here. If Merlin ever does get tired of serving the Prince, I'm sure he could get a job at a five-star hotel in, like, Monaco! Or, y'know, he could if we were in a different era.
I returned to the corridor when I got no response and frowned as I looked around. It's a bit late for Arthur to be training, so I doubt Merlin is in the field... Maybe he had to clean riding equipment, or weapons!
I began to jog down the hall, heading for the armoury. However, I ran into Arthur just as I reached the staircase and I halted. "Hey, Artie. Have you seen Merls?" I asked. I tilted my head when I realised that he looked troubled, and perhaps sad, which caused my heart to churn.
He pulled me into a hug and let out a shaky breath. I instantly returned the embrace, starting to worry that something might be wrong with him.
"Are you okay?" I asked in a whisper.
"Have you not heard?" he asked in return.
"I hear many things every day. You'll have to be more specific," I responded.
He sighed again and slid a hand down to grab mine. Then he gently led me back towards his room and he closed the door behind us. I tilted my head. What the heck is happening? He led me to sit on his bed and he took both my hands in his as our gazes connected.
"Astraea, I hate to be the one to tell you this..." My heart began to accelerate and I held my breath. "...but Merlin was arrested for sorcery."
My eyes widened. Did he slip up? Or did the goblin do something to expose him?!
"How?! What happened?!" I questioned. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding!"
"Gaius found a book of spells and enchantments in his room," Arthur explained.
This is obviously the goblin's doing! The only magic book that Merlin owns is hidden in my room, inside a suitcase that has a built-in lock. It has been kept there ever since the incident with the Witchfinder.
