“This has to stop” Arthurs voice carried in the otherwise empty corridor as Merlin made his way from delivering flowers to the Lady Morgana.
The young warlock turned around to see the Prince leaning almost casually against the wall near the stairway he had just traipsed down. The wavering candle light made his hair shine with a soft, honeyed glow.
(
“The King would have your head if he found out,” )
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Great fic. Loved it :).
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