Merlyn's p.o.v

I stood across from Arthur, my sword drawn and my heart racing. "Ready?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes that made me smile.

"Would it make any difference if I said no?" I replied, arching an eyebrow.

"Not really. But I'd be disappointed."

A thrill ran through me at his words. It was always a game with Arthur, one that I enjoyed immensely. As he lunged forward, I deftly blocked his strikes, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline.

"Body. Shield. Body. Shield," he called out, but I was ready.

"Shield," I responded, my movements fluid and precise. Arthur had always underestimated my skills, but I reveled in proving him wrong.

"Head," he challenged a mischievous grin on his face.

"Head? Do you think you can hit me there? You must like living dangerously," I teased, winking at him.

"Come on, Merlyn. You're supposed to be trying!" His tone was playful, but I could see the competitive spark in his eyes.

With a quick jab, he lunged, but I dodged effortlessly, tagging him in the back.

"Ow! I am!" I insisted, my tone light. "But I must admit, I enjoy this sparring session. You make it rather... exciting."

"Once more," he said, stepping a little closer.

"Bring it on," I replied, feeling a rush of confidence.

"To the left. To the right. And left. Head."

"Nice try!" I laughed, countering his moves with ease. "But you're going to have to work a little harder to impress me."

"Come on, Merlyn! I've got a tournament to win," he said, smirking.

"Then you'd better step up your game! Ow! Shield. Body," I shot back, a playful challenge in my voice.

"Shield."

"Shield. Ah."

Arthur feigned a hit and I blocked him effortlessly, feeling a mix of exhilaration and admiration.

"Impressive," he admitted, watching me with newfound respect that made my heart flutter. "Maybe you should teach me a thing or two."

"Is it over?" I asked, catching my breath, intrigued by the glimmer in his eyes.

"That was just the warm-up. How's your mace work coming along?" He swung a mace over his head, and I couldn't help but admire his form.

I smiled, my interest piqued. "Want to find out together? I promise to go easy on you... for now."
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As I sat at the table, wearing my tunic and trying to gather my thoughts, I couldn't help but think about my first day as Arthur's servant.

"How was your first day as Papa's servant?" my son Apollo asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

I tapped my head in response, trying to focus. "Do you hear clanging?" I asked, hoping it was just the sound of the bustling castle.

Gaius, my dear mentor, was massaging my shoulders. "Ah! It was horrible! I've still got to learn all about tournament etiquette by morning!"

With a flick of my wrist, I whispered, "Onhríne achtung bregdan!" A book slid toward me, opening to the right page.

"Oi!" Ga,ius, exclaimed, slapping the back of my head. "What've I told you about using magic like this?"

"If I, c, could feel my arm,s, I'd pick up the book myself," I retorted.

"Never mind your arms. What do I do if you get caught?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"What would you do?" I shot back, a cheeky grin spreading across my face.

"Well, you just make sure it doesn't happen, for both our sakes," he replied, returning to my shoulders.

"Ah! I save Arthur from being killed, and I end up as a servant. How is that fair?" I complained.

"I'm not sure fairness comes into it. You never know; it might be fun," Gaius mused.

"You think mucking out Arthur's horses is going to be fun? You should hear my list of duties!" I scoffed.

"We all have our duties, even Arthur," Gaius reminded me.

"It must be so tough for him with all the girls and the glory," I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

"He is a future king. People expect so much of him. He's under a lot of pressure," Gaius replied, his hands working diligently.

"Ah! That makes two of us," I said, realizing that perhaps we were all navigating our trials in this grand tale of destiny.

As Artemis and Apollo joined us, I felt a sense of warmth and purpose. They were my greatest treasures, and together we would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

All of a sudden, we see a knight calling for me; I recognize him; his name is Leon. "Arthur requested for you." I nod, getting up slowly, still sore.

The flickering candlelight in Arthur's chambers cast a warm glow over the room, but the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words. I stood by the window, gazing out at the moonlit courtyard, my heart tangled in the weight of our secrets.

"Merlin," Arthur's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to him. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "We need to talk about Artemis and Apollo."

I turned to face him, forcing a smile despite the tension in my chest. "What about them? They're fine. They always are."

"Yes, but we can't keep pretending this is easy," he said, stepping closer. "I want to give them more—more money, more security. They deserve the best."

"Arthur," I replied, keeping my voice steady. "You know we can't attract any attention. Uther would have our heads if he found out about them, let alone about their magic."

His brow furrowed, and he sighed. "I know, but it's not fair! They're my children too. I want to provide for them, protect them."

"Providing doesn't mean throwing money at the situation and risking exposure. We have to be careful," I insisted, my heart aching at the thought of our little ones being discovered—not just as my children, but as children of magic.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his features. "I see them, Merlin. I see their potential, their brilliance. And all I want is to make sure they have everything they need to thrive."

"Believe me, I want that too," I said softly, stepping closer. "But right now, secrecy is our only ally. If Uther suspects anything—if he discovers their magic—we'll lose everything. You know how he feels about sorcery."

Arthur's gaze softened, and he reached out, brushing his fingers against my arm. "I hate this. I hate having to hide them, hide us. I want to love them freely."

"I know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But keeping them safe is the priority. We're living in a world that doesn't understand magic. We have to protect them from that."

"I just wish I could hold them without fear," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "To show them the world, to let them know their father loves them."

I stepped closer, feeling the warmth of his presence. "You love them, Arthur. You love them fiercely, even in secret. They know it, even if we can't say it out loud."

He nodded, his expression softening as he thought of our children. "I want to be able to tell them stories, let them learn who they are without fear of what Uther would say."

"And we will," I promised, feeling the weight of his plea. "But for now, we must remain in the shadows. It's the safest place for them."

Arthur took a step back, the distance between us heavy with unspoken thoughts. "I just wish we didn't have to hide. I want to be proud of them, to show them off to the world."

"Soon, I hope," I said, trying to inject some optimism into the conversation. "Once we've built a kingdom we can trust."

He sighed, the tension easing slightly as he gave me a small, wry smile. "You always have a plan, don't you?"

"Only when it involves our children," I replied, mirroring his smile. "It's the only thing worth planning for."

As we stood there, the weight of our secret pressing down on us, I felt a renewed sense of determination. Our love, our children—they were worth every moment of secrecy, every bit of struggle. Together, we would find a way to give Artemis and Apollo the life they deserved, nurturing their magical gifts in a world that wouldn't understand, even if it meant staying one step ahead of everyone around us.

The moonlight spilled through the window, bathing the chamber in a silvery glow. The soft crackling of the fire warmed the room, but it was the stillness of the night that wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. I had been poring over scrolls, my mind swirling with the weight of our secrets, when I sensed him lingering in the doorway.

"Merlyn," Arthur's voice called softly, an inviting warmth that made my heart flutter. "Are you coming to bed?"

I looked up, quill poised mid-air, and found him silhouetted against the light. He was a vision, and I felt a warmth spread through me at the sight of him. "I was just finishing up," I replied, trying to sound casual, even though the thought of being close to him sent a thrill through my chest.

"Leave it for now," he urged, crossing the room with an easy grace. "You've worked hard enough today. Come here."

There was a sincerity in his tone that made my breath catch. I set the scroll aside, a smile breaking across my face as I stepped toward him. Arthur opened his arms wide, and I melted into his embrace, feeling the familiar warmth envelop me.

"I've missed this," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as I nestled against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a balm for my racing thoughts. It felt like home, a sanctuary from the chaos outside.

"I have too," I replied, my voice muffled against him. "It's easy to forget everything else when it's just us."

He held me tighter, as if afraid I might slip away. "I wish I could hold you like this all the time. I want to protect you, to keep you close."

I pulled back slightly, wanting to look into his eyes, to see the sincerity of his words reflected on me. "You do protect me, Arthur. More than you know. Just being here with you feels safe."

His gaze softened, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering against my skin. "Then let's make the most of it," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Come to bed."

With a gentle tug, he led me to the bed draped in rich, dark fabric. I sank into the soft sheets, and Arthur followed me, settling beside me. He turned onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow, studying me as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we didn't have to hide?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"All the time," I admitted, feeling a bittersweet ache in my heart. "But for now, this—us—this is enough."

His smile was like dawn breaking, illuminating my world. Leaning in closer, he brushed his lips softly against mine. The kiss was sweet and lingering, a promise of love, of hope, and of the future we dreamed of.

As we settled back against the pillows, Arthur pulled me into his embrace once more, his warmth wrapping around me like a cocoon. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and reassuring, reminding me that we were safe for now.

"Goodnight, Merlyn," he murmured, his voice laced with affection.

"Goodnight, Arthur," I replied, closing my eyes and letting the world fade away. In this moment, I was enveloped in his love, the promise of a brighter tomorrow, and the warmth of a future where we could be free.

The first light of dawn crept into the chamber, casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred, the warmth of the previous night still lingering in my heart. I glanced over at Arthur, still asleep, and felt a pang of reluctance to leave. But duty called, and I needed to return to my quarters before anyone noticed my absence.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed and dressed in the dim light, my heart racing with the thrill of secrecy. I opened the door just a crack, peering out into the hallway. It was still early, and the castle was shrouded in a peaceful hush.

As I stepped out, I was met by Leon, who stood guard just outside my door, his posture relaxed but alert. "Morning, Lady Merlyn," he greeted softly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I felt my cheeks heat at the formal title. "Good morning, Leon," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "You don't have to call me 'Lady.' I'm just a servant."

Leon raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "You may be a servant, but you serve the prince, and that gives you a certain standing. Besides, it's a sign of respect. You've earned it."

"But I'm not nobility," I protested, still feeling flustered. "It feels strange to hear you say that."

"It's not about nobility," he explained, his tone earnest. "It's about recognizing your importance in this court. You're not just a servant; you're an integral part of Camelot, and you deserve to be acknowledged for that."

I felt my face grow warmer, the blush spreading across my cheeks. "I suppose I never thought of it that way," I admitted, glancing down at the floor. "It just feels... odd."

"Believe me, it suits you," Leon said, his tone encouraging. "And you should embrace it. You've accomplished so much, and you deserve every bit of respect."

"Thank you," I murmured, my heart swelling with gratitude. "That means a lot coming from you."

"Anytime," he replied, his smile genuine. "Now, let's get you back to your room before anyone notices you're gone. I'd rather not explain why you were out wandering the halls so early."

With a playful roll of my eyes, I nodded, still feeling a little flustered by his words. "Yes, I would like to avoid that conversation."

As we moved quietly through the corridors, the soft sound of our footsteps echoed in the stillness.

"I hope the children are well," I said, eager to change the subject. "Gaius has been keeping them entertained?"

"They're fine. Gaius has been doing his best to keep them occupied," Leon replied, his voice light. "But I think they miss their mother. They were asking about you just yesterday."

"Then I better not keep them waiting," I said, quickening my pace. The thought of my children brought a smile to my face, and I felt a rush of warmth at the prospect of seeing them.

As we reached my door, Leon paused. "You'll be careful, won't you? It's still a dangerous time."

"I will be," I promised, placing a hand on the door. "Thank you for your vigilance, Leon. I'll always be grateful for your friendship."

Leon nodded, his expression earnest. "Just remember, if you ever need help, you can always reach out to me."

With a final smile, I slipped inside my room, closing the door quietly behind me. As I took a deep breath, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was back where I belonged, ready to embrace the day ahead with my children and Gaius.

Gwen glanced at me, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "So, you've got voiders on the arms."

"Mmhhmmm," I replied, nodding as I fumbled with the pieces of my armor.

Gwen pointed out the next part. "The hauberk goes over your chest."

"The chest. The arms. The chest," I confirmed, repeating her words as if to cement them in my mind.

"I guess you know what to do with the helmet," Gwen continued, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Erm, yeah. Yeah, that was the only bit I'd figured out," I admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across my face.

Gwen giggled as I awkwardly put the helmet on my head.

"How come you're so much better at this than me?" I asked, exasperation lacing my voice.

Gwen shrugged, her confidence shining through. "I'm the blacksmith's daughter. I know pretty much everything there is to know about armor, which is actually kind of sad."

I shook my head in disbelief. "No, it's brilliant!"

Arthur stood tall, adjusting his armor with a focused expression. "You do know the tournament starts today?"

"Yes, Sire," I replied, fixing the buckle on the gorget, my fingers brushing lightly against the metal.

I glanced at him, a teasing smile on my lips. "You nervous?"

"I don't get nervous," Arthur stated firmly, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed his eyes.

"Really? I thought everyone got nervous," I quipped, stepping closer to him. "Especially someone as important as you."

Arthur shot me a playful glare. "Will you shut up!"

I couldn't help but laugh as I grabbed his cape, deftly tying it around his shoulders. "You know, this color suits you. Makes you look quite dashing."

He smirked, adjusting the cape. "Is that so? Maybe I should wear it more often, then."

"Definitely," I said, handing him his helmet. "Great, yeah. I think you're all set. Just don't go breaking too many hearts out there."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Arthur raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming as he looked at me. "My sword."

"Oh, right. How could I forget?" I replied, feigning innocence as I retrieved the sword. "You can't go out there without your most prized possession."

Arthur accepted the sword with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, if I win today, maybe I'll let you be my prize."

I met his gaze, my heart racing. "Just remember, I'm quite the catch."

Arthur turned to leave, his confidence radiating. "That went well," I murmured to myself, shaking my head with a mixture of admiration and amusement.

Guinevere and Morgana sat excitedly in the stands of the tournament grounds, their anticipation palpable as the competitors began to enter the arena. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden hue over the vibrant banners and the eager crowd. I peeked around the entrance, my heart racing as Uther strode past the front line of knights, exuding authority.

"Knights of the realm," Uther boomed, his voice echoing across the grounds. "It's a great honor to welcome you to a tournament at Camelot. Over the next three days, you will put your bravery to the test, your skills as warriors, and of course, challenge the reigning champion, my son, Prince Arthur. Only one can have the honor of being crowned champion, and he will receive a prize of 1,000 gold pieces."

With a dramatic flourish, Uther gestured towards a box that was opened to reveal the gleaming gold coins. The crowd gasped, eyes wide with excitement.

"It is in combat that we learn a knight's true nature," Uther continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembled knights. "Whether he is indeed a warrior or a coward. The tournament begins!"

A roar erupted from the crowd as the knights exited the arena, eager to demonstrate their prowess. Uther caught Arthur's eye on his way to the stands, leaning in to speak to him in a low voice.

"I trust you will make me proud," he said, giving Arthur a supportive slap on the back.

As the guards took Arthur and the other knights' capes, they donned their helmets, and the crowd cheered. Guinevere couldn't contain herself, whooping with excitement as the first bout began.

"Yeah! Come on!" I shouted, my heart pounding in rhythm with the cheers of the crowd.

Arthur faced off against his opponent, showcasing his skill and determination. With a swift move, he outmaneuvered the knight, securing an impressive win. The crowd erupted into cheers.

"Yeah!" I cheered, my voice mingling with the roars of the audience.

As the tournament continued, Knight Valiant made his entrance, showcasing his prowess as well. Arthur and I watched intently as Valiant fought, his movements fluid and confident.

"Knight Valiant looks pretty handy with a sword," I remarked, nodding in approval.

Valiant exited the arena, his eyes landing on Arthur as he approached.

"May I offer my congratulations on your victories today?" Valiant said, a charming smile on his lips.

"Likewise," Arthur replied, his tone polite yet wary.

"I hope to see you at the reception this evening," Valiant added, before leaving with his servant.

"Creep," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes.

Arthur snorted, clearly unimpressed. "Yeah, I don't trust him."

I joined in his laughter, the camaraderie warming the air around us. Then Arthur hesitated, glancing around as if to ensure no one was listening. "Uh, for tomorrow... you might need to do a bit more than usual," he began, his voice lowering slightly, a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"More? Like what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you know, I need my shield repaired, my tunic washed, my boots cleaned," he said, his words tumbling out quickly. "And, um, sharpen my sword, and polish my chainmail."

I could see the slight tension in his shoulders as he spoke as if he were testing the waters. "That's quite a list, Arthur. You sure you don't want to ask someone else?"

He met my gaze, his expression earnest yet cautious. "I know, but... you're the best at it. I trust you," he said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "And besides, you know how much I hate asking others."

I considered his words for a moment, feeling a mix of affection and exasperation. "Alright, I'll do it. But don't expect me to be your maid!"

Arthur chuckled, relief washing over his face. "I wouldn't dream of it."

As the tournament progressed, the excitement in the air only grew, with the promise of more thrilling matches—and perhaps a little romance—on the horizon.

All of these tasks are magically being done while I read from the magic book. My children, Artemis and Apollo, watched in fascination as my shield floated gracefully through the air, undergoing repairs, while my tunic washed itself in a gentle swirl of water. Boots polished themselves to a gleaming finish, and my sword was sharpened with precision—all without a single wave of my hand.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Gaius stepped into the room. The moment he entered, all the objects dropped to the floor with a series of thuds and clatters. The shield landed with a loud bang, the polished boots skidded across the stone, and the tunic crumpled as it fell.

"Are you using magic again?" Gaius asked a hint of amusement in his tone.

"No," I replied, trying to keep a straight face.

"What's all this, then?" he gestured to the mess around us.

I shrugged, attempting to look innocent, while Artemis giggled and Apollo tried to stifle a laugh.

Gaius raised an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto his face. "Looks like you've got a bit of a mess to clean up."

"Okay, maybe I got a little carried away," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly.

"I just came to tell you that supper's ready," Gaius said, his tone light.

As I sat among the floating objects, a sudden hissing sound broke the quiet.

"Hello? Is there someone there?" I called out, my heart racing slightly.

I turned and spotted Valiant's shield lying on the ground. As I approached, I noticed one of the snake's eyes blink. Curious, I moved to touch it, but before I could, a sword pressed against my chest, sending a jolt of fear through me.

Valiant loomed over me, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Can I help you with something, girl?" His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it that made my skin crawl.

"Nope. I'm good," I stammered, raising my hands defensively. "I was just... I was, erm, gathering my master's armor."

"Is that so? You know, you shouldn't be wandering around here uninvited," he said, leaning in closer, his gaze piercing. "It can be dangerous for someone like you."

I felt a chill run down my spine, but I forced myself to stand tall. "Right, yeah. No problem," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Then you'd best be on your way," he said, his tone almost teasing.

I quickly grabbed the armor, my hands trembling slightly, and turned to leave. As I did, I stumbled, nearly dropping the armor in my haste, the weight of his gaze lingering on my back.

Arthur's armor was laid out meticulously on the table, gleaming in the light. He entered, dressed in his gambeson, and looked over the array of equipment.

"Did you do all this on your own?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Sire," I replied, a sense of pride swelling within me.

"Now let's see if you can get me into it without forgetting anything," he said with a hint of challenge in his voice.

I nodded, focusing intently as I started with the hauberk, slipping it over his head and adjusting it to fit just right. Next came the surcoat, followed by the gorget, vambraces, pauldron, and counter. I moved with practiced ease, ensuring every piece was secured properly.

After that, I carefully placed the mail coif on his head, followed by the belt, sword belt, dagger, and finally, the sword itself. I stepped back to admire my handiwork before handing Arthur his helmet.

"Much better," he said, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Not that it could've got any worse."

"I'm a fast learner," I replied, trying to keep the mood light.

"I hope, for your sake, that's true," he said, his tone teasing but with an underlying seriousness.

"Good luck," I said, stepping back to give him space, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Arthur marched into the arena, his presence commanding as he acknowledged the cheering crowd. From my vantage point at the entrance, I watched with a mixture of pride and concern, my children, Apollo and Artemis, standing beside me, their eyes wide with excitement.

"Is it my imagination, or are you beginning to enjoy yourself?" Gaius asked, glancing at me with a knowing smile.

"It...," I sighed, trying to find the right words. "It isn't horrible all the time."

As Arthur engaged in combat with his opponent, I felt my heart race.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together, caught up in the thrill of the moment. Apollo jumped beside me, cheering, while Artemis clutched my arm, her eyes darting between the action and Arthur.

But then, the atmosphere shifted. Valiant entered the arena, and the crowd's cheers turned more intense. He quickly knocked down Sir Ewan, whose helm rolled away, clattering across the ground. Valiant pinned him down with his shield, a malicious grin spreading across his face.

"Strike him," Valiant commanded, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me.

Suddenly, serpents slithered out from the shield, hissing menacingly.

"Strike him!" Valiant urged again, and one of the serpents lunged, sinking its fangs into Sir Ewan's exposed arm.

Valiant hit him again, standing tall as the crowd erupted in cheers. But my heart sank as I, along with Arthur, caught sight of Sir Ewan lying motionless on the ground.

"I think he's badly hurt," I said, my voice trembling with concern.

"Is he going to be okay, Mama?" Apollo asked, his youthful innocence cutting through the tension.

"I hope so, dear," I replied, trying to reassure him as best I could.

Just then, Gaius rushed into the arena, his medical bag in hand, ready to attend to the fallen knight. Artemis squeezed my hand tightly, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before us.

Inside the healing chambers, the air was heavy with the scent of herbs and ointments. Gaius worked quickly, his hands deftly moving over Sir Ewan's injuries. I stood anxiously to the side, my heart still racing from the arena.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gaius looked up, his expression serious. "He's hurt, but with care, he has a chance. We need to stop the bleeding and tend to the venom."

Just then, Apollo stepped forward, his young face set with determination. "I can help!" he declared, his eyes bright with a mix of excitement and concern.

"Apollo, it's not safe," I cautioned, but Gaius nodded, recognizing the spark of potential in the boy.

"Merlin, he may be just what we need. Apollo, if you're certain, come here," Gaius said, gesturing for him to join.

Apollo approached, his small hands trembling slightly as he reached for the herbs on the table. "What do I do?"

"Focus your energy," Gaius instructed, guiding Apollo to place his hands over Sir Ewan's wound. "Channel your healing abilities. Feel the warmth inside you and let it flow into him."

Artemis watched closely from the doorway, her eyes wide with awe. "You can do this, Apollo!" she encouraged, her voice steady and supportive.

With a deep breath, Apollo closed his eyes, his brows furrowing in concentration. A soft glow began to emanate from his hands, illuminating the room with a warm light. The air grew still, and I felt a sense of hope washing over me.

Gaius observed intently, nodding approvingly as he continued to work alongside him. "That's it, Apollo. Let the light guide you. Feel the connection."

As Apollo focused, I could see the tension in Sir Ewan's face begin to ease. The wound, once oozing and dark, started to close, the venom's effects lessening under the combined effort of Gaius's expertise and Apollo's innate talent.

After several moments, Apollo opened his eyes, panting slightly but smiling with elation. "Did it work?"

Gaius smiled broadly, placing a hand on Apollo's shoulder. "Yes, it did. You have a remarkable gift, young one. With practice, you could become a great healer."

I felt a swell of pride and relief as I watched my son, his face glowing with the thrill of accomplishment. "You were amazing, Apollo!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him.

Artemis rushed in, beaming with joy. "You did it! You helped him!"

As the healing spell continued to take effect, Sir Ewan stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. "What happened?" he murmured, confusion etched on his face.

"You're safe now," Gaius reassured him.

I looked down at my children, my heart full. In this moment, I could see the bright future they would have, filled with potential and purpose.

Valiant strode confidently through the Red Ribbon Chamber, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor. I watched from around the corner, my heart racing at the sight of him. Something was unsettling about him lately, and my instincts urged me to keep an eye on his movements.

As Valiant approached his guest quarters, I decided to follow, curiosity getting the better of me. I crept down the corridor, careful to keep my footsteps silent. Peering through the slightly ajar door, I could see him rummaging through a small cage.

"Dinner time. Come on," he murmured, pulling out a small mouse, its tiny body trembling in his grasp.

My stomach twisted as he approached the ornate shield resting against the wall. With a sense of dread, I realized what he intended to do. He lifted the mouse to the shield, and I watched in horror as he fed it to the serpents hidden within, their hissing growing louder as they devoured their meal.

Feeling a wave of nausea, I instinctively scurried away, but just as I turned, I heard Valiant's voice behind me. "Who's there?"

Panic surged through me. I dashed down the corridor, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to find a place to hide. Spotting an alcove in the Criss-cross Corridor, I slipped inside, pressing myself against the cool stone wall, hoping to go unnoticed.

Valiant entered the corridor, his eyes scanning the area. I held my breath, praying he wouldn't find me.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called teasingly, a sinister edge in his voice. He took a few cautious steps forward, but after a moment, he sighed in frustration. "Fine. I've got better things to do," he muttered, turning away from the alcove.

I waited a few moments longer, my heart still racing until I was sure he had given up the chase. Carefully, I peeked out to see him walking away, his silhouette disappearing down the hallway.

Once I was certain he was gone, I stepped out of the alcove, my mind racing. What was Valiant planning? And why was he keeping snakes? I had to warn Arthur—and perhaps Gaius—before it was too late.

In the dimly lit chamber of Camelot, the air felt thick with tension as I stood beside the stone table, my heart racing. Shadows danced against the walls, flickering like the doubts in my mind. Arthur paced restlessly, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a familiar look of skepticism etched on his handsome face. I knew I had to convince him, and time was running out.

"You? You chopped its head off?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Ewan was bitten by a snake from the shield when he was fighting Valiant. You can talk to Gaius; you'll see the puncture wounds in his neck. Ewan was winning, Arthur—he had to cheat to turn the tide."

Arthur's brow furrowed deeper, a flicker of doubt still lingering in his eyes. "Valiant wouldn't dare use magic in Camelot."

I stepped closer, feeling the urgency surge within me. "Ewan was pinned under Valiant's shield. No one could see the snake bite him. It was a perfect ruse."

"I don't like the guy," he shot back, crossing his arms tighter, his jaw set in defiance. "But that doesn't mean he's cheating."

"Listen," I urged, my voice rising with desperation. "Apollo already healed him. When Ewan regains consciousness, he'll tell you what happened. If you fight Valiant in the final, he'll use that shield again. It's the only way he can beat you. Look at it!"

With a swift motion, I reached for the severed snake head, holding it aloft. The dim light glinted off its scales, revealing the sharp fangs that promised danger.

Arthur took the snake's head from my hands, examining it closely. I watched as the weight of the revelation settled heavily in the air between us.

"I know I'm just a servant," I continued, trying to keep my voice steady, "and my word doesn't count for anything. But I wouldn't lie to you."

His gaze intensified, searching my eyes for the truth. I could feel the warmth of his presence wrapping around me, and beneath the tension, I sensed his concern. "I want you to swear to me that what you're telling me is true."

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding. "I swear it's true."

A moment ticked by, thick with unspoken implications, before Arthur nodded slowly. The tension in his posture began to ease, replaced by a new resolve igniting within him. "Then I believe you."

As I looked into his eyes, I felt a swell of emotions—his trust in me, the weight of his affection, and the knowledge that he was aware of my magic. It was a bond that transcended the boundaries of servant and prince.

At that moment, I understood that I would do anything to protect him, to help him triumph over Valiant and his deceitful tactics. Arthur was more than just a prince to me; he was the one I cared for deeply, the one who saw me for who I truly was.

As we stood together in that dimly lit chamber, I felt the fire of determination surge within me. The battle ahead would not just be for victory—it would be for honor, for Camelot, and for the bond we shared. I would face whatever challenges came my way, knowing that Arthur and I were united against the darkness that threatened our kingdom.

I paced anxiously in the dimly lit council chamber, my heart racing as I thought about Ewan. The bitter taste of toad water lingered in my mind, a reminder of the potion Gaius had given him. I could only hope it would be enough to bring him back to us.

"Ewan?" Gaius called softly, checking for his pulse. I could see the worry etched on his face, the urgency of our situation weighing heavily on him.

Suddenly, the heavy door swung open, and Uther strode into the chamber, his commanding presence filling the room. "Let me see this shield," he ordered, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

I leaned closer to Arthur, my voice barely a whisper. "Don't let him get too close."

Arthur nodded, his expression serious. "Be careful, My Lord." He drew his sword, the light glinting off the blade as he faced Uther, who inspected the shield with a discerning eye.

Just then, Gaius entered the room, his expression grave. "Merlin," he whispered urgently.

Arthur's gaze darted to me. "We need Ewan. Find out what's happening."

I nodded, my heart heavy with the weight of our task. Ewan was our only hope to expose Valiant's treachery.

Valiant, standing smugly before Uther, spoke confidently. "As you can see, My Lord, it's just an ordinary shield."

I felt my heart sink. He was trying to charm Uther, to hide the truth behind his deceitful smiles.

"He's not going to let everyone see the snakes come alive," I muttered under my breath, frustration building within me.

Uther's voice boomed in response, "Then how am I to know that what you say is true?"

Arthur stepped forward, his voice steady and full of conviction. "I have a witness. Knight Ewan was bitten by one of the snakes from the shield. Its venom made him grievously ill; however, he has received an antidote. He will confirm that Knight Valiant is using magic."

Uther's eyes narrowed further, searching for the truth. "Where is this witness?"

Arthur turned to Gaius and me, his expression shifting from determination to concern. "He should be here..."

My heart raced. I could feel Arthur's worry, and it echoed my own. "Where's Ewan?" he demanded, urgency lacing his voice.

I was about to speak on all of a sudden the doors opened and our son Apollo had come in with Ewan. Letting out a grateful sigh, we hear as Ewan gives his testament to the king.
Uther mulls everything over along with the rest of the council and dismisses Arthur, Apollo, Gaius, Ewan, valiant, and I. Waiting outside to change the doors we all wait patiently to see what the king says. During this whole thing of waiting, I feel valiants gaze on me and it's making me incredibly uncomfortable. I walk carefully towards Arthur and seeing me walking closer to him and him seeing valiant, he feels a sense of pride and carefully positions me behind him. After what feels like forever the king and the rest of the council come out," We have carefully reviewed everything that has been said and we have decided that valiant has not used magic." Ewan, Gaius, Apollo, Arthur, and I are all shocked but the king dismisses us before we can even say anything. As we're all walking away I feel valiants gaze on me and I shiver uncomfortably.

I paced the rocky alcove, my thoughts swirling like a tempest. The shadows flickered around me, and I could feel the pulse of magic in the air. "Where are you?" I called out, frustration lacing my voice. "I just came to tell you: whatever you think my destiny is, whatever it is you expect from me, you've got the wrong person! That's it. Goodbye."

Then, with a rustle and a flash of emerald scales, Kilgharrah appeared, his eyes glowing like molten gold. "If only it were so easy to escape one's destiny," he rumbled, his voice deep and resonant.

I felt a surge of irritation. "How can it be my destiny to protect someone who constantly faces danger?" My thoughts turned to Arthur, and my heart ached at the thought of the burdens he carried.

"A half cannot truly disregard that which makes it whole," Kilgharrah replied cryptically, his gaze unwavering. I clenched my fists, impatience bubbling to the surface. "Very soon you shall learn that."

"Oh, great. Just what I needed—another riddle!" I shot back, crossing my arms defiantly. Why did everything have to be so complicated? The weight of my destiny felt heavier with each passing moment.

Kilgharrah's eyes narrowed, and he spoke with an authority that sent a shiver down my spine. "That your and Arthur's path lies together is but the truth."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I demanded, my voice rising. The uncertainty of it all was maddening. Couldn't he just tell me what I needed to know?

"You know, young witch," he continued, his tone softening slightly, "this is not the end. It is the beginning."

I felt my heart race, a mixture of dread and anticipation swirling within me. "Just give me a straight answer!" I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. I was tired of riddles and veiled truths. I needed clarity, especially concerning Arthur. Our bond was strong, and I could feel his love for me, but the future felt uncertain.

Kilgharrah regarded me steadily, and I thought I could see a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "You will come to understand, Merlyn. Your fates are intertwined, bound by the threads of destiny. The journey will not be easy, but it is one you must embrace. And remember, your children, Artemis and Apollo, are a part of this destiny as well."

At the mention of my children, warmth flooded my heart. "Artemis and Apollo... They deserve a world where they can thrive without fear."

Kilgharrah nodded. "Indeed. Their very existence is a testament to the bond you share with Arthur. Together, you can create a future where magic and love flourish."

I sighed, exasperated yet comforted by his presence. "Why does it have to be so complicated?"

Kilgharrah's expression softened. "Perhaps it is the complexity that makes the bond stronger. You must trust in your heart and your magic. Only then will you find your true path."

As he began to fade back into the shadows, I felt the weight of his words linger in the air, reminding me that my destiny was far from simple. I stood there, contemplating everything I had to face—my love for Arthur, the challenges ahead, and the magic that coursed through my veins.

Whatever the future held, I knew one thing: I couldn't turn away. I had to confront my destiny, even if it meant facing the very person who filled me with hope and determination. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for what was to come.

Arthur's unwavering support and love gave me strength. I would find a way to protect him, to stand by his side, and to navigate the trials that awaited us both. And together, we would ensure that Artemis and Apollo would grow up in a world where love and magic were celebrated, not feared.

At that moment, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. Our paths were intertwined, and with each step forward, I could feel the threads of destiny pulling us closer to the future we were meant to create together. As long as we had each other, there was nothing we couldn't face.

I make my way into Arthur's Chambers to do his chores. Arthur looks at me with a Solon and grim look. "What happened to you Arthur, you look like you've been given dreadful news."
He nods and starts to speak," My father and the council had talked with valiant, he's good with words. He convinced them that you tricked us into believing you to get rid of him in the tournament. I was told I had to let you go." I look at him in shock," you're sacking me?" He nods with glossy eyes. "Arthur," I spoke softly. Shaking his head he kisses me. He whispering I'm sorry, I nod my head as I soon make my way out of his room.

I sat on the steps in the Square, watching the world pass by, lost in my thoughts. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on my mind when I heard a familiar voice approach.

"Hello, Merlyn."

I turned to see Guinevere, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "All right?" I replied, trying to appear composed.

She settled next to me, the warmth of her presence providing a small comfort. "Is it true what you said about Valiant using magic?"

I nodded, feeling the frustration bubble within me. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for answers.

"Why does everyone seem to think it's down to me to do something about it?" I retorted, my irritation creeping into my voice.

"Because it is! Isn't it? You have to show everyone that you were right and they were wrong."

"And how do I do that?" I challenged, my heart racing at the thought of the responsibility.

"I don't know," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground, reflecting her uncertainty.

Then something caught my eye—a dog statue standing proudly in the Square. An idea sparked in my mind. "That's it," I said, a rush of inspiration flooding through me.

"Where are you going?" Guinevere asked, confusion etched on her face.

"Do you have a wheelbarrow?" I shot back, already envisioning the plan forming in my mind.

"A wheelbarrow? For what?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"I need to gather some things. If Valiant is using magic, I need to expose it in a way that everyone will understand. It's not just about proving a point; it's about protecting Camelot."

I stepped into Arthur's chambers, the familiar scent of leather and wood enveloping me like a warm embrace. He was already preparing for the tournament, his armor gleaming in the sunlight that streamed through the window, casting a golden glow around him.

"Don't fight Valiant in the tournament tomorrow," I urged, my voice steady, but an undercurrent of urgency threaded through my words. "He'll use the shield against you."

Arthur looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. "I know."

"Then withdraw," I insisted, my heart racing at the thought of what awaited him. "You have to withdraw."

"Don't you understand?" he replied, frustration creeping into his tone. "I can't withdraw. The people expect their prince to fight. How can I lead men into battle if they think I'm a coward?"

His words struck me like a blow. I could feel the weight of tradition and expectation pressing down on him, but the stakes were too high. "Valiant will kill you. If you fight, you die."

"Then I die," he said, a stubborn defiance in his voice that sent a chill through me.

I took a step closer, my heart aching. "How can you go out there and fight like that?" I challenged, my voice rising with desperation. "Think about our children, Arthur."

At the mention of Artemis and Apollo, I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "They need you," I continued, my voice softening. "They deserve a father who is alive and present in their lives, not one who is remembered only as a brave prince who fell in battle."

He looked at me then, and for a moment, the world faded away. The fierce determination in his gaze was tempered by the love we shared, a bond that had weathered countless storms. "I know... but I have to show them what it means to be brave, to stand for what is right."

"And you can do that without fighting Valiant," I urged, my heart swelling with both love and fear. "You're not just a prince; you're their father—and my love. You have to think beyond the expectations of the people and consider what kind of future you want for all of us."

Arthur stepped closer, his expression softening just a fraction, and I felt the warmth radiate between us. "Merlyn, I appreciate your concern, but this is a fight I must face. I cannot back down. Not now."

"Promise me you'll at least think about it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I reached out, gently taking his hand in mine. "Think about the legacy you want to leave for Artemis and Apollo. Think about us."

He hesitated, the weight of my words hanging in the air, and I could see the struggle within him. "I promise I'll consider it," he finally said, though I could hear the uncertainty beneath his words.

"Thank you," I replied, relief flooding through me, mingling with the dread that still lingered. I knew the battle ahead would not just be against Valiant but against the very fate that seemed determined to tear us apart.

As I turned to leave, I couldn't shake the feeling that tomorrow would test not just Arthur's strength but our bond as well. I had to trust in his choices, even if they terrified me.

Before I stepped out, I paused and looked back at him, my heart full of love. "Whatever happens, remember that you're not alone. I believe in you, and I'll always be here for you."

His gaze softened, and in that moment, the promise of tomorrow felt a little less daunting. Tomorrow would come, and with it, the clash of fate would resonate throughout Camelot, but together, we would face whatever lay ahead.

—Merlyn awoke early the next morning with the spell book still in her lap. The room was quiet, save for the gentle breathing of her children, Artemis and Apollo, who were nestled in their beds nearby. Dawn softly filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the scene. She rubbed her eyes, considering the day ahead—a day filled with both magical practice and parenting, and perhaps a stolen moment with Arthur, who now knew the truth of her abilities.

"B"bay odothay... arisan quickum," "he murmured softly, the incantation a familiar ritual that felt like both a comfort and a burden. Her thoughts lingered on Arthur; the bond they were rekindling held promises both thrilling and delicate, forged in the shadows of their shared history.

—
— Arthur's c'ambers, the morning light illuminated the rich furnishings as he prepared himself, contemplating the ramifications of his growing relationship with Merlyn. He knew of her magic, of the extraordinary gifts of their children, Artemis and Apollo. Each revelation had drawn them closer, giving him insight into not only her but the legacy their family was beginning to embody. Morris, his faithful servant, clinked the armor pieces together while Arthur's m'nd reeled with thoughts of Merlyn's s'crets and their shared future.

Morgana entered quietly, offering her help with the armor. As she secured the vambrace, she noticed a distant look in Arthur's e'es. "Thi"king about the twins or their enchanting mother?" sh" teased, her smile playful yet probing.

Arthur chuckled lightly, but his gaze remained thoughtful. "Bot". I want to learn more about them all. Merlyn and I... we're slowly rebuilding what was lost. But she's guarding her magic closely, and I respect that."

M"rgana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You"trust her with the truth of who you are, but do you think she fully trusts you?"

H" nodded, the sound softening his expression. "Mor" than ever. But Morgana, you know nothing of her magic or what the children can do."

""hi"dren? What do you mean?" Mo"gana asked, her curiosity piqued, but Arthur's g'arded gaze suggested he wasn't ready to share everything.

"Jus"... know that our lives have changed," Ar"hur replied, stepping away to gather himself. "See"you at the feast," he"promised, leaving behind the tension in the room as he focused on the children.

—

T—tournament grounds buzzed with energy as Arthur entered the arena, casting a determined look over the crowd. Amongst the spectators, Apollo and Artemis sat with Merlyn, their eyes wide with excitement and awe as they witnessed their father's prowess. Merlyn felt a sense of pride swell within her, knowing that the powerful bond she shared with Arthur was beginning to transcend their secrets.

Apollo watched intently, the magic buzzing within him as he prepared to harness his abilities should the need arise. He could heal injuries with his touch, drawing on nature to find remedies. Meanwhile, Artemis tuned into the emotions rippling through the crowd and her brother, her gift for mind reading extending to comforting others as needed.

In the arena, Arthur's movements were fluid and powerful, grounded by the knowledge of his family's hidden strengths. He was focused yet relaxed, knowing their presence offered

Merlyn awoke early the next morning with the spell book still in her lap. The room was quiet, save for the gentle breathing of her children, Artemis and Apollo, who were nestled in their beds nearby. Dawn softly filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the scene. She rubbed her eyes, considering the day ahead—a day filled with both magical practice and parenting, and perhaps a stolen moment with Arthur, who now knew the truth of her abilities.

"Bebay odothay... arisan quickum," she murmured softly, the incantation a familiar ritual that felt like both a comfort and a burden. Her thoughts lingered on Arthur; the bond they were rekindling held promises both thrilling and delicate, forged in the shadows of their shared history.

---

In Arthur's chambers, the morning light illuminated the rich furnishings as he prepared himself, contemplating the ramifications of his growing relationship with Merlyn. He knew of her magic, of the extraordinary gifts of their children, Artemis and Apollo. Each revelation had drawn them closer, giving him insight into not only her but the legacy their family was beginning to embody. Morris, his faithful servant, clinked the armor pieces together while Arthur's mind reeled with thoughts of Merlyn's secrets and their shared future.

Morgana entered quietly, offering her help with the armor. As she secured the vambrace, she noticed a distant look in Arthur's eyes. "Thinking about the twins or their enchanting mother?" she teased, her smile playful yet probing.

Arthur chuckled lightly, but his gaze remained thoughtful. "Both. I want to learn more about them all. Merlyn and I... we're slowly rebuilding what was lost. But she's guarding her magic closely, and I respect that."

Morgana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You trust her with the truth of who you are, but do you think she fully trusts you?"

He nodded, the sound softening his expression. "More than ever. But Morgana, you know nothing of her magic or what the children can do."

"Children? What do you mean?" Morgana asked, her curiosity piqued, but Arthur's guarded gaze suggested he wasn't ready to share everything.

"Just... know that our lives have changed," Arthur replied, stepping away to gather himself. "See you at the feast," he promised, leaving behind the tension in the room as he focused on the children.

---

The tournament grounds buzzed with energy as Arthur entered the arena, casting a determined look over the crowd. Amongst the spectators, Apollo and Artemis sat with Merlyn, their eyes wide with excitement and awe as they witnessed their father's prowess. Merlyn felt a sense of pride swell within her, knowing that the powerful bond she shared with Arthur was beginning to transcend their secrets.

Apollo watched intently, the magic buzzing within him as he prepared to harness his abilities should the need arise. He could heal injuries with his touch, drawing on nature to find remedies. Meanwhile, Artemis tuned into the emotions rippling through the crowd and her brother, her gift for mind reading extending to comforting others as needed.

In the arena, Arthur's movements were fluid and powerful, grounded by the knowledge of his family's hidden strengths. He was focused yet relaxed, knowing their presence offered

him a unique kind of confidence that a warrior needed—the invisible thread of love and support guiding his every strike.

To the untrained eye, it was raw skill. But for Artemis, it was a symphony of emotions and motivations finely tuned. She glanced at her brother, their telepathic bond humming as she communicated her impressions of both the duel and their father's spirit, enhancing his courage quietly from the sidelines.

---

Back in Merlyn's room, she practiced her magic while her children observed with a mix of admiration and excitement. "What's that one for, Mama?" Artemis asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It's an old incantation," Merlyn explained, her voice gentle yet carrying a weight of knowledge. "Magic connects everything. It's a language like no other." As she spoke, Merlyn's mind flickered back to Arthur, how he had embraced her truth, trusting her more than anyone else.

Her children marveled at the magic unfolding before their eyes. Apollo, feeling the energies around him, sensed everything from the warmth of his mother's presence to the gentle pull of nature's magic. "I can feel the life force within the plants," he mentioned, recalling his ability to heal with natural remedies.

Artemis listened intently, tapping into her own powers. "I can sense Father's pride when he fights," she remarked, perceiving the deeper currents of emotion that both excited and worried him. "He worries about us, you know. I can feel it."

Merlyn nodded sagely, aware of the bond of intuition and empathy they shared. "But he is also proud of you both," she assured them. "Your magic is a part of who you are, blending with his world as he welcomes yours."

---

As Arthur faced Valiant in the arena, every move and clash of swords felt like an echo of countless lessons learned and bonds formed. The crowd's cheers and gasps filled the air, but his focus centered on the knowledge that Merlyn and the children were watching.

When Merlyn seized her moment, revealing Valiant's treachery with her incantation, the arena held its breath. "Bebay odothay arisan quickum," she declared, her voice strong and clear, as serpents emerged, sending the spectators into a frenzy.

"What are you doing? I didn't summon you!" Valiant shrieked, panic evident.

"He is using magic," Uther proclaimed, his voice booming. Arthur moved with decisive bravado, knowing he carried the weight of family legacy and magic in his veins. Morgana, ever watchful, supported him as she threw him a sword—an unspoken pact developed through years of battles fought together.

Artemis felt the tension in the air; her emotional projection began to radiate from her, calming the nerves of those around her, ensuring her father felt a surge of assurance. Apollo stood ready, prepared to help should harm come Arthur's way, but sensing that today, this was Arthur's battle to fight.

With every swing, every thrust, Arthur's victory felt intertwined with their love—his triumph not just over Valiant but over the fears of what it meant to be a father, lover, and prince.

---

In the banquet hall, laughter and joy blended seamlessly, the atmosphere vibrant with celebration. Uther stood proud, addressing the noble assembly, "My honorable guests, I give you Prince Arthur, your champion."

As applause filled the space, Arthur navigated through the throng, his gaze instinctively finding Merlyn and their children. A warmth blossomed in his chest as he saw them together—Merlyn with her bright eyes, and Apollo and Artemis beaming with pride.

He approached Morgana, who offered an amused smile as she curtsied. "My champion," she teased lightly, fully aware of the deeper emotions swaying beneath their playful exchanges.

But Arthur's focus quickly returned to Merlyn. As he locked eyes with her, the world faded, leaving just the two of them. He discerned that she was the anchor he needed, especially as he navigated the complexities of duty and the love blooming in secrecy between them.

"Can you believe Morgana?" he began once he was near Merlyn, shaking his head with a grin. "She says she saved me. Like I needed any help."

Merlyn laughed softly, but her gaze held a deeper meaning. "She's not entirely wrong. You had us behind you, didn't you?" Her eyes glimmered with mischief and a secret promise.

"More than ever," he said, his tone growing sincere, his expression softening. "Perhaps we can find some time, just the two of us, to talk—about the children, about us..." he trailed off, the intimacy of the moments shared intertwined with the affection they dared not voice aloud too often.

Merlyn nodded, her heart fluttering. "I'd like that. There's so much to explore together, and not just the magic."

Their conversation was interrupted as Apollo and Artemis joined them, hearts full of admiration for their father and an eagerness to learn from him. The veil of secrecy shrouding their family's magic lingered in the air, but for now, they were a united front—an extraordinary family finding their way in both a mundane court and a magical tapestry of life.

They laughed and exchanged stories, all the while Morgana remained oblivious to what lay beneath the surface. She knew nothing of Merlyn's magic or of the children's extraordinary gifts, and the protective fabric of their family would keep it that way—for now.

As the night unfolded, Arthur felt a fresh sense of purpose. No matter the challenges they would face ahead, he was ready to embrace this new chapter, fortified by the love of a woman who understood him deeply and the children who embodied their world's magic. The feast thrummed with life, and within it lay the promise of a brighter future shaped by trust, connection, and the unbreakable bonds of family.