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[telepathically] Umm. . . Err. . . Did I mention I call them Merthur? It’s Merlin and Arthur’s names together. . . !

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[telepathically] Neither of them want to admit it and it’s a little painful to watch!
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And Mordred would follow this king to the end of the world if that was his wish. For this king would achieve what no other king had — peace.
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being so direct, my lord. It is not my place to say that.”
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always want more than what they have. In fact, it sounds exhausting. If I was king, I would do anything to protect the peace of my land.”

Mordred almost choked on his food after finishing his sentence. Perhaps that was too direct and forward to say to, well, an actual king.

  ⠀“Forgive me for
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Ꮺ.⠀loyally awaits your return <3

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he said. “I’m proud of this. I hope you like it.”
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was better than Morgana’s — he wouldn’t blow up at the slightest movement. And if they decided to attack, it wouldn’t be her life lost. But then again, if he were to be killed in Camelot, Morgana would probably not stop until the kingdom fell.

  ⠀“The braids turned out nicely, I think,”
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set aside their prejudices for just a moment?

  ⠀“I. . .” He couldn’t even speak. He didn’t want war.

His hope ran thin — was it time for him to give up?

  ⠀“Nevermind,” he said, tying Morgana’s braids. “I don’t know anymore.”

He’d be willing to go in Morgana’s place. He believed his temper
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wouldn’t let Morgana walk into Camelot without trying to attack her. Mordred knew Arthur meant everything to Merlin, and he must be wary. Of both Morgana, and Mordred.

It would only cause more misunderstandings. It all wasn’t as simple as he thought. Could love truly not prevail? Could no one
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