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Merlin Imagine

Hidden Ring

Merlin imagine

OC Annette (Sorry, this one's old as HELL)

Warnings; None, really. I already said Hell, so... Might cause Merlin flashbacks, which may cause sobbing and sadness diarrhea.

Hidden Ring

I hummed quietly to the beat of a song that played in my head as I stomped through the brush. Noise was a minor concern, I was not hiding from Camelot.

I was hiding from Merlin and Arthur, who couldn't hear if you shouted at them.

The boys had been driving me crazy and I wandered off. When they found me they were livid, and they dragged me back to the castle under house arrest. I had a nice room of my own, which had turned into a prison cell. I was able to escape with the help of an unwitting maid, who provided an accidental distraction which allowed me to sneak out. I had opted to avoid the town and go for the woods, seeing as my dark clothes and long cloak made me stick out like a sore thumb. I smiled and stopped, hearing no sounds behind me. Perhaps they had not cared I left. Just as I was about to sit back and relax for a while, I heard a twig snap and flipped around. The king of Camelot was on his horse while his servant stood by him.

I wasn't sure who I was more afraid of.

I smiled sheepishly, pulling my hood down to reveal my long blonde hair.

"Uh, you win! Good game, guys. Well, this was a long day, and I should get some sleep. You know, lots of writing to do tomorrow, and so on." I walked forwards only to have Arthur gallop up beside me and pull me up onto the horse.

"Your highness! This is inappropriate!" He glared at me over his shoulder as we trotted back to the palace. "Not only did you escape our protection once, but you ran into the dangerous woods alone without telling anyone while you were under house arrest. Perhaps I should toss you in the dungeons for a night." I huffed and crossed my arms, using my legs to stay on the horse.

"Merlin, you simply must agree with me. I've done nothing wrong!" He glared up at me. "You could've been injured. Arthur may be your brother, but I am your..." He trailed off, blushing, and Arthur scoffed.

"Say the word or else I won't let you marry her." He sighed. "Betrothed. And so I should get the courtesy of when you go off on your own!" I rolled my eyes. "You aren't allowed to call me your betrothed if you haven't asked me." Arthur stayed the horse.

"You haven't proposed to her?" Merlin looked away. "Not...technically." He scoffed and started the horse back up, going a bit too fast for the poor man to keep up.

"Arthur, it isn't his fault." I said quietly. "He's just nervous, is all. He'll do it eventually." Arthur sighed as we came up on the stables. "Yes, well. He had better do it soon, or else I might just push forward with Uther's plan to marry you off." I sighed dreamily as he helped me down.

"Markeo Frendel. Swoon." Merlin, panting, finally caught up to them. "He's got to be the ugliest boy in all of the kingdoms! And he's not very personable." I rolled my eyes. "Not in that way. His writing has no rival! He is the ultimate author. I want to be Markeo Frendel." Arthur smiled, swinging his arm over my shoulder. "Don't think I've forgotten about you. You disobeyed your king, and a punishment must ensue." I tensed up. "You must attend the next twelve meetings of the round table in person. No more sending delegates." I groaned. "Fine. When is the next one?" He shrugged. "About an hour from now. Get ready, Princess Annette."