[ Forever strange it will be to have Merlin as a Master, but as long as he willed her existence, then her soul was bound to this realm. No, bound to him. As the sun rises and falls, the passing of each day tends to make the distance between king and manservant vast to unrepairable lengths.
A mirror of their own relationship at this rate is all it's become. For the distance that came with Arthur would often be shared with Arturia, leaving her to feel the spiritual bond between them weakening. She was no Forever King (a title discarded when she failed to keep her own promise), but she was still a memory of the man Merlin serves.
Dressed as a maiden of the time, she approaches Merlin once time permits, a solemn expression on her face. Even though she held the image of a chambermaid, her approach was still as valiant as it was back in her own fortress of Camelot. ]
Merlin. [ The desire to reach out for his arm overpowers any restraint, so she indulges in it. ] Please.. let us leave this place for now.
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A mirror of their own relationship at this rate is all it's become. For the distance that came with Arthur would often be shared with Arturia, leaving her to feel the spiritual bond between them weakening. She was no Forever King (a title discarded when she failed to keep her own promise), but she was still a memory of the man Merlin serves.
Dressed as a maiden of the time, she approaches Merlin once time permits, a solemn expression on her face. Even though she held the image of a chambermaid, her approach was still as valiant as it was back in her own fortress of Camelot. ]
Merlin. [ The desire to reach out for his arm overpowers any restraint, so she indulges in it. ] Please.. let us leave this place for now.