Lancelot
Merlin looked around the forest, already tired. He’d gathered quite a few of the items Gaius needed, and all that was left was the mushrooms. A smile lit his face when he saw a few in the shadow of a tree. Thank the gods. He knelt down to pick some up when he heard a screech. He rose to his full height and immediately started running when he saw a winged beast with a lion’s body chasing him. The word ‘Griffyn’ broadcast in his mind. A tree root was sticking up, and Merlin avoided it but the griffyn beat its wings, sending a gust of wind that knocked him down. He rolled on to his back, ready to shoot a burst of magic to defend himself, but the opportunity never came.
A man yelled somewhere off to the side, and Merlin sighed exasperatedly when he saw the man run up to the monster. He could have handled it without someone else getting hurt, not that the stranger knew that. The man attacked it with a sword, but the blade broke as the beast swiped at his side. The griffyn reared up, screeching at the man, ready to kill.
Merlin got up and grabbed the man’s arm, pulling him away. “Let’s run!”
The man ran with him, pulling Merlin onto himself, and hiding them behind a fallen tree. They stayed silent, waiting to see if the monster would follow. While they were in their predicament, Merlin noted that the man was an alpha, his scent being a mix of sandalwood and lilac.
Merlin dared to get off the man, looking around for the beast. “It’s gone. Thank you for saving my life. I’m Merlin.”
“Lancelot,” said the alpha, slowly sitting up. He reached out a hand and Merlin noticed there was blood on his shirt. He took the hand gingerly, shaking it, and grabbed Lancelot when he passed out moments later. Thinking fast, Merlin decided to take Lancelot back to Gaius. Unwilling to let the alpha die on the way to Camelot, Merlin placed his hand over the wound as his eyes flashed. He was getting better at channelling his magic for specific tasks like this one and it made him giddy. It wasn’t enough to heal him completely, but it was enough that he wouldn’t bleed out on the way back.
Merlin pulled the unconscious man closer, holding him against his body. He lifted the man up, pulling his arm around his neck. Slowly, he walked the man through the woods towards Camelot. He thought that it was fair to help Lancelot out since the man had helped him. Besides, his magic and inner omega seemed to like him, trust him.
Thankfully, Gaius was working on a potion for Lord Beryl’s cough when the black dog at his feet barked. He looked taken back when he saw Merlin carrying someone who was easily double his weight. He was even more confused when he figured out that this man was an alpha. Merlin hated alphas, it had taken a few weeks for Merlin to even truly tolerate Arthur.
“Do I want to know?”
“He saved me from a beast and got hurt in the process,” Merlin explained, laying him down on the sickbed. He moved out of the way so Gaius could examine the man.
The physician wasn’t completely paying attention to his nephew as he moved to look at the stranger, because he missed the first half of his sentence. “Well, the wound itself is superficial. The fever should pass and he’ll be fine come the morning.”
“That’s a relief. Oh! And here’s your supplies,” he said, digging the various plants from his bag. “I wonder why a griffyn would be here, though.”
“A what?!”
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Uther looked out at the burning village from a safe distance away on his horse. He glanced at his son, wondering how he should handle this.
“What creature could have done this?” he started.
The Prince sighed sadly at the burnt remains of the town. “We found no tracks. The villagers said it has wings and…”
“And what, Arthur? Spit it out.” he demanded.
“And it didn’t take any livestock. It took people. Clearly whatever it is has a taste for human flesh.”
Uther groaned inwardly. Would he never be free from the threat of magic? “Post sentries in all the outermost villages. Put everyone on full alert. If this thing dares to come to Camelot, I want us to be ready.”
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Lancelot woke up with a slight headache, confused about where he was. Last thing he remembered was seeing a poor boy almost get ripped apart by a large-winged beast and running to help him. He sat up slowly, looking around the room. He was on a small cot in a room full of papers, books, and… potions? Where was he? Some… apothecary?
“You’re awake!” The voice was like honey. He looked up to see the speaker, his eyes widening. It was a slight man, a beta if he had to guess, with raven hair, bright blue eyes, and one of the sweetest smiles Lancelot had ever seen. There was a faint hint of a scent that had his alpha waking up, but he didn’t know if it was coming from this boy or something else. He stood to greet the man.
“I think I’m still dreaming. There’s no way you’re real. No one’s that beautiful. Are you a prince or something?”
The beta blushed, ducking his head adorably. Lancelot held in a chuckle.
“No, just a servant. But, I wanted to thank you for saving me yesterday. You were very heroic, especially when you could have died. You don’t even know me.”
“Wait,” Lancelot said, patting his stomach. He felt a bandage wrapped around his side. “You attended me? Thank you for not leaving me to die. I owe you my life.”
The beta snorted. “Let’s call it even. You saved me, I saved you. And I wasn’t the one who did all that. Gaius did most of it. I just dragged you here.”
“Ah, and I apologise, but I can’t seem to remember your name.”
“It’s Merlin.” he said simply, bringing a bit of bread and cheese to him.
“Well, thank you, Merlin. I’m guessing you know my name already.” The alpha smiled up at his new friend, taking the food graciously.
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t immediately knocked out after our first meeting, Sir Lancelot.”
He smiled wider and moved to shake Merlin’s hand when a black furry animal blocked him. “Not a Sir, but thank you. Oh, and who’s this?” He knelt down, holding out a hand for the dog to sniff. It did and licked him in return, making him chuckle.
“This is Freya, and she usually doesn’t like alphas.” Merlin said, looking confused by her reaction.
“I’ll hazard to guess that she’s very protective of you. Perhaps I don’t pose a real threat to her.”
“Maybe. She’s only just taken to liking Arthur, and he’s my master. And even then, she’s not very fond of him anyways.”
“Arthur? You know, I’ve never met an Arthur. Only ever heard about Prince Arthur of Camelot… Wait, where am I?” Lancelot stood up, moving to a window.
“You’re in Camelot.” Merlin smiled amusedly.
“Camelot!?” Lancelot whirled around. Surely Merlin was pulling his leg. “You’re Prince Arthur’s manservant or servant?! What’s that like?”
“Awful. He’s a prat.”
Lancelot’s eyes widened in shock. Merlin laughed heartily.
“Don’t worry. He’s not too scary. He’s just a bully.”
“Does he know you call him that behind his back?”
“I don’t just say it behind his back. I say it to his face. His head’s big enough as it is,” Merlin said, stripping the cot Lancelot had been in. Lancelot just looked at him with both admiration and confusion.
“He lets you call him that?”
“He’s not happy about it, but it’s not my job to make him happy.”
“You’re his servant. Shouldn’t you want to make him happy to keep your job?”
“I don’t even want the stupid job. I want to just be a good assistant to Gaius. I’ve told him I’ll leave whenever one of us gets tired of the other.”
“You said that to a Prince with no fear. You are the bravest person I’ve ever met. I want to be you.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to be me.” Merlin snorted.
“You know, ever since I was a child, I’ve wanted to come here. I wanted to be a knight of Camelot, and you get to serve the greatest knight and the future King. I know it’s too much to expect since I am no one of importance. They’ve got their pick of the bravest and best in the land.” The alpha let out a heavy sigh, gazing out the window.
“They are not the bravest nor the best. They’re rich boys pretending to be such. But, that’s not to say that they aren’t good. Some of them are amazing, but most of the old and younger ones are just asses. They’d be lucky to have you in their ranks.”
“You think so?” Lancelot’s eyes were hopeful.
“I’ve seen you in action. You may be better than Arthur himself.” Merlin boasted proudly. He thought Lancelot was very good from what he’d seen. Quick witted, fast on his feet, a noble man.
“I hardly think so. But that’s kind to say.”
“Why don’t we see? I’ll take you to him.”
“Really? He’d see me?”
“If not, I’ll make him.”
“Okay!” Lancelot squealed, running after Merlin. Freya followed, intrigued to see how Arthur would react to the new alpha hanging around Merlin.
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“Right, this is it. Your final test,” Arthur told the cocky alpha swinging two swords around. “Pass it, and you’ll be a knight of Camelot. Fail, and you leave in shame. You’ll face the most feared of all foes, me. Your challenge is to last one minute in free combat. Grummond, Second son of Wessex.” Arthur drew his sword, nodding to the servant with the hourglass. He flipped it as Arthur said, “Your time starts now.”
Grummond swung his swords around while Arthur watched. He moved to attack, but Arthur saw it coming and easily moved out of the way. He tried again, and Arthur hit him swiftly, once, twice. The man fell, losing both of his swords, while the audience of knights clapped. Arthur, annoyed, removed Grummond’s flag.
“Take him away,” Arthur growled, annoyed. He sighed heavily, throwing his sword to the ground, and he rubbed a hand across his face. From the corner of his eye, he saw someone pick up his blade. “Hey,” he barked, instantly falling silent when he saw that it was Merlin. “Hey,” he said, softer, with a small smile.
“Do you know how long it takes to sharpen this? Don’t throw it on the ground and make it duller than you,” Merlin smirked, eyes bright.
“You’re incorrigible.” Arthur bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. He sighed and frowned, shoulders slumping. “What am I supposed to do, Merlin? He’s the third to fail this month. How am I supposed to defend Camelot with rubbish like that?”
“Well,” the servant started, brushing off his chest plate after seeing grass blades on it, “I may be able to help.”
“Yeah, no. Merlin, you don’t know the first thing about becoming a knight. You need courage, discipline, an- ow!” he exclaimed, rubbing his neck where Merlin had flicked him. He ducked his head to hide the embarrassed flush at being admonished in front of his men. Not that they paid attention anymore. They knew better than to comment on Merlin or his behaviour. The only one who saw it anyways was Leon, who looked away, holding back an amused grin.
“I wasn’t talking about myself. I know someone who has all those traits of a knight, and is quite handy with a sword.”
“Really?” Arthur was unconvinced.
“Yes, he saved my life.”
“That’s blowing it for starters,” Arthur said to cover the flash of rage he felt. Someone else helping his servant? Was he an alpha? A threat to his control? Well, he didn’t want to control Merlin, per se. He just didn’t want Merlin getting taken by someone else.
“He is really good. The only problem is, though, that he’s not of noble descent.”
“Aw, well, then it doesn’t matter. That’s the first code of Camelot. Only those with noble blood can serve as knights. He can’t. I’m sorry.” And he really was. He was in desperate need of some good, loyal fighters.
“Counterpoint, those with noble blood aren’t living up to the standards required to protect Camelot. You need men and he does meet those expectations,” the servant argued.
“Except the noble blood thing. Which is kind of important, Merlin.”
Merlin let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t understand why it has to be. Shouldn’t you be choosing your knights from those who are best equipped to protect everyone and serve you? Why can they only show their loyalty and support if they’re already incentivised to do so?”
Arthur watched the servant with rapt attention. “Look, it’s just how things are done.”
“Well, it’s also done that you kill innocent men, women, and children because you think they might be sorcerers. Doesn’t make it right.” Merlin grumbled.
“Shhhh,” Arthur said, gripping Merlin’s upper arm to pull him close. “You can’t say that. Not ever. Got it? I let you get away with a lot, but if someone heard you criticising my father, he’d have your head for sure.”
Merlin shook out of his grasp. “That doesn’t mean I’m not wrong.”
“Merlin,” Arthur warned. “Look,” he sighed, “what if I tested him? Saw if he could actually pass the test. If he does, I’ll take it up with my father and try to get him in. Would that make you happy?”
Merlin’s eyes lit up again as he smiled widely, nodding. Arthur chewed on his cheek to suppress the happy cooing his alpha wanted to let out.
“Alright. So tell him that we’ll do it tomorrow.”
Merlin’s cheeks reddened slightly as he looked away. “He’s kind of here already.”
Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course he is. Fine. Get him then. We can do it now.”
Merlin made an excited noise and pulled Arthur into a lightning fast hug, running off to the man standing by Freya. Arthur squinted and frowned to see that the dog was more than happy to be around him. Merlin was talking to him animatedly, the other man matching his energy. He wrapped the servant in a tight hug, holding him for a few moments too long to Arthur’s taste.
He snapped for the servant to set the hourglass up again. His knights watched with curiosity. Arthur blocked his scent as the man approached. He didn’t wear any armour, just holding a sword. Arthur approached him and caught a scent that was clearly an alpha’s.
“Sire,” the man said, bowing respectfully. Arthur took in the man’s dark hair, tanned skin, and warm, brown eyes. He was also pleasant looking, which made Arthur a little annoyed, but he would just ignore it.
“My servant seems to think you have the makings of a knight. This is to test that, but it does not guarantee that you’ll become a knight.”
“I understand. Merlin explained it. That because I’m not noble, I may not get into the ranks. But, I’m extremely grateful for the opportunity, regardless. So, I thank you, Sire.”
Arthur hummed. “Well, are you ready, or would you like to borrow some armour?”
The man shook his head. “I’m good without it for this time. Shall we?”
“Sure. You have to keep up with me for two minutes. If you can, you’ll pass.”
“What if I knock you out before those two minutes are up?”
It was a genuine question, but all the knights, except for one, behind Arthur snorted at the notion. Merlin glared at them, and they instantly fell silent under his shrewd gaze.
“That’s not very likely, but if you did, I’d be more than impressed and you would immediately pass.”
The man nodded, thoughtfully. He picked his sword up. “Two minutes?”
“Two minutes,” Arthur responded, picking his sword up.
The fight began with the two circling each other. Lancelot pretended to attack, but moved his sword to the side, surprising Arthur. He jumped back before the sword hit his side. Their swords clanged as they crashed together. It was a struggle of who was stronger for a few moments before they both backed off. The knights were cheering for Arthur, helping him feel more in control. They continued their little dance for a minute, Arthur glancing at the hourglass to see the time was almost up. He became more aggressive, forcing the man to back away.
“Come on, Lance!” Merlin called. That distracted Arthur for a moment. Merlin should be cheering for him, not this ‘Lance.’
But it was enough for Lancelot to see the momentary weakness and knock Arthur to the ground, disarming him. The knights watching all gasped and prepared to attack the man if their Prince commanded. He put his sword to Arthur’s neck, but retracted it immediately to help the man up. Arthur stared up at him, bewildered. No one ever beat him, especially untrained nobodies from god knows where.
He took the offered hand, but stepped back in annoyance and was more than a little embarrassed. He brushed himself off, watching Merlin approach. He clenched his jaw when Merlin wrapped his arms around ‘Lance’ who seemed more than happy to return the affectionate gesture.
“You were amazing!” he heard Merlin say. The man laughed joyfully, holding Arthur’s servant tighter, burying his face into the crook of his neck.
“Yes, yes, well done. I’ll see what I can do about making you a knight. You have your talent to thank for that,” he said when the man released Merlin.
“Thank you, my Lord. But, I have Merlin to thank. Without him, I doubt you would have even met me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? That Merlin has some sort of sway over me?” Arthur snapped. Both Merlin and ‘Lance’ looked at him in shock. The knights behind him all dispersed instantly, suddenly remembering all their duties that still needed to be done.
“Well, no. I meant that we wouldn’t have even met. I wouldn’t be in Camelot if not for him, much less in front of the Prince Arthur.”
“Oh… yeah, I guess that’s true. Well, Lance, I’ll be sure to-”
“It’s Lancelot, Arthur,” Merlin corrected. Lancelot looked horrified by Merlin’s interruption.
“Merlin,” he hissed nervously. “It’s fine.”
“You called him Lance.” Arthur defended, feeling a little confused.
“It’s called a nickname, silly.”
“And do you have a nickname for me?” Arthur internally cringed at how jealous he sounded. But Merlin didn’t seem to notice and smiled evilly at him.
“Of course, prat.” It wasn’t loud enough that anyone but Arthur and Lancelot could hear him, though.
Lancelot’s eyes widened, looking between the servant and prince. Arthur scoffed, looking to the sky in an effort to not smack the cheeky beta.
“Alright, I set myself up for that. But you…you-” he growled, clenching his fist.
Lancelot growled in return, stepping between them. He protectively pulled Merlin behind him, backing them both away from Arthur, mistaking the furious glare as aggression for his new friend. Arthur had a flash of rage when the other alpha touched his ma- no, his servant, so he held it back, pushing out calm pheromones.
“It’s okay, Lance. Arthur’s mostly bark and some bite, but he’s not actually not that mad at me. Are you, Arthur?” Merlin said, moving to Lancelot’s side, annoyed by both alphas’ reactions. It was tirelessly annoying when alphas had to get all protective for no reason. And they didn’t even know his secret. He could hardly imagine what it would be like if people knew, just how overbearing or nasty they would be to him for it.
“No, I’m amused for the most part. You know better than to just shout it out for everyone to hear. Imagine if someone heard you and thought they could get away with being so disrespectful.”
“Don’t worry, my Lord. I would never dream of disrespecting you in such a way.” Lancelot said sincerely.
Arthur smiled with faux seriousness. “See, Merlin, everyone is capable of respecting me. Even Lancelot. So, why again can’t you?”
“Someone’s got to keep your head from getting too big. And it’s too big a job for just Morgana to do.”
“The Lady Morgana? Is she your intended?” Lancelot asked Arthur.
Both Arthur and Merlin recoiled at the mere suggestion. Arthur gagged at the thought.
“God no. That would be torture for her. She deserves much better than him.”
“Merlin,” Arthur warned. His servant put his hands up in surrender. “Moving forward, we need to discuss the presentation. You have the skills of a knight, a novice perhaps, but a knight nonetheless. Should my father agree to meet you, you’ll need to be dressed better than that. Merlin will have someone help you get armour and an emblem. Have one of the armoury workers do it.”
Merlin nodded, grabbing Lancelot’s wrist. He led the prospective knight away, hoping Arthur could get his father to see reason. “I’ll see to it personally. I have a friend who should be able to help us. Ooh, and Morgana will want to meet you.”
“You mean, Lady Morgana.”
“Yes, right, right. Her Ladyship will want to see you. She did the same when I beat Arthur without hitting him once.”
“That sounds like a story I need to know!”
A loud screeching followed by blood curdling screams scared everyone in the yard into silence. Merlin and Lancelot looked to the skies, seeing the tail end of something disappear into the clouds. They locked eyes and silently agreed to figure out what it was doing here. Merlin took off with Lancelot and Freya in hot pursuit towards the lower town.
“Hey!” Arthur called, taking off after his servant. He hadn’t seen the monster, only heard the cries of terror, and he wasn’t about to let him run head first into danger. “Merlin!”
But his servant didn’t hear him. He didn’t stop until he saw Gaius kneeling by a bleeding woman.
“How is she?”
The older man looked up at his assistant and looked back at the woman he was tending. “She’ll live. Do you know what happened?”
“It was like a lion with wings and a bird head,” the woman groaned. She had no scent, so Merlin assumed she was a beta. Otherwise, his head would have been pounding from the overwhelming scents of fear.
“Merlin!” Lancelot yelled, catching up breathless. His dog nosed at his thigh, looking up at him expectantly. He nodded at Lancelot and moved to help another injured woman. The man moved to Merlin’s side, ready to help if he could.
There were a few people who were injured, but most were just shocked, shaking and looking to the skies in fear. Arthur was almost to the square when his father appeared out of nowhere and grasped his arm. They looked down into the square from the battlements and at the worried people.
“This thing is becoming a problem.” Uther grumbled.
“I’d hunt the beast down if I could, but I can’t track a creature through the air.”
“There’s no need to track it. It went to Greenswood first, then Willowdale. It’s headed south, towards the mouth of the valley.”
Arthur’s eyes widened, “To Camelot.”
“Your knights must be ready, Arthur.”
“About that, I had something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“About your knights?”
“Yes,” Arthur nodded, “but it’s not a conversation for the public to hear.”
“Very well. Get out of your armour, clean up, and meet me in the council chamber. And Arthur, I want to hear your plan for this thing. Don’t disappoint me,” Uther walked away, standing tall. Arthur nodded and sighed.
He stared down at his servant until the slight boy looked up. He jerked his head in a gesture for Merlin to come up. The beta held up a finger, finishing up with a woman. He stood and said something to Lancelot that made the man’s shoulders tense. Merlin moved past him and he glared up at Arthur which made the prince smirk.
“What’d you want?”
Arthur glared at him, brows furrowed menacingly. Merlin held in a sigh, sensing that the alpha was actually unhappy. He’d noticed Uther talking with him before he came up. Obviously, his father had said something that threw Arthur into a bad mood.
“Sorry, how may I be of service?” Merlin said with a little bow.
“That’s better,” the prince sneered. “Help me out of this stuff and into clean clothes.” He turned on his heel, stalking across the yard with his shoulders tight. Merlin walked a half step behind, suppressing a sigh.
As they passed a group of knights, Arthur stopped to address them. “Meet me in the castle courtyard in an hour for a briefing.”
The knights all nodded and one bowed. Merlin recognized him as Leon, one of the few knights Arthur actually praised. Merlin offered the curly haired alpha a small wave which the knight returned with a happy smile. He was pleasantly kind and also one of the few alphas whose scent didn’t make him want to cut his nose off.
“Merlin!” Arthur growled and Merlin fought the urge to smack him. He was literally a step behind him.
“Right here, princess,” he muttered loud enough for only Arthur to hear. The alpha growled again, looking at him with fire in his eyes.
“Come on. If you want Lancelot to get the chance to become a knight, you’d better hurry. My father is not a patient man.”
Merlin stayed silent, opting not to comment on Uther Pendragon. He took the training armour off, placing it carefully in a pile for him to clean the minute they reached the prince’s chambers. Arthur stood still as Merlin moved around him, pulling a red shirt over his head. He waited patiently for Merlin to finish dressing him, reining back his anger. Merlin held his breath, Arthur’s angry scent permeating the air.
“Ta da. Go have fun with your father,” Merlin said, moving to pick up the armour.
“Na-uh,” Arthur grabbed Merlin’s wrist, halting the servant’s movements. “Where are you going?”
The growl in his voice made Merlin shiver. “To… clean your armour?”
“And…?”
“Help Gaius treat the wounded visitors and take Lancelot to his audience with her Ladyship.” Merlin didn’t understand why he was acting all pissy.
Arthur shook his head. “No, you’re going to be with me to see my father. You vouched for him so you’re going to be there to represent him.”
“Who? Uther?! Why would I represent your father?”
Arthur looked ready to slap Merlin. “No, Lancelot. You’re going to vouch for him.”
Merlin shook his head, “No way! And I’m a servant; he won’t give two shits about what I have to say. Especially about a non-nobleman wanting to be a knight. Why not let Lancelot go himself?”
“Why are you so afraid of my father? He’s not going to kill you, idiot.”
“Do you forget that he made me drink your poisoned wine to prove that I was right? Or when he wanted to have me flogged for hearing that I might have called you a prat?”
“Okay, the wine thing is fair. He shouldn’t have done that. As for the other thing, you did call me a prat. You do, every single day!” Arthur said, exasperated.
“Because you are one. He wanted to torture me for speaking the truth! Look, Arthur, I’ll be more useful if I help Gaius. I’ll help you after, but remember that our deal is that I am primarily Gaius's assistant.”
“But I’m the prince!” Arthur huffed. “Your first duty is to me. Then Gaius. Not the other way around.”
Merlin suppressed a groan. They were talking in circles. “Go see your father. I’ll meet up with you after, if you so desire. But go.”
Arthur frowned but left without another argument, so Merlin picked up the heavy pieces of armour. Freya was standing, waiting, by the servant door, leading him back to Gaius’s. The physician was reading from a book, muttering to himself while Lancelot messed around with a tool of some sort.
“Merlin!” he said, seeing the slight boy enter. He stood up straight and took some of the metal from him.
“Thanks. How’re the villagers doing, Gaius?”
“Fine,” the man said shortly. He didn’t look up, still flipping through the book.
“Okay, I’m going to clean Arthur’s stuff unless you need me?”
“Sure,” he said, waving his hand before changing his mind. “Wait. Merlin, what did you call the monster you two ran into?”
“Twas a griffyn, Gaius. It’s the same monster that’s attacking everywhere. Do you know how to stop it?”
Gaius glanced at Lancelot suspiciously. He began to say something when there was a knock on the door. Sir Leon peeked his head in, a hesitant smile on his face.
“Hello, I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said, creeping in. “I was just wondering if I might get to speak with Arthur’s challenger.”
“Of course. Hi, I’m Lancelot!” he said, placing the armour on the floor. He held out a hand which Leon took and shook kindly. Merlin moved to Gaius’s side to talk quietly about what they could do.
“Sir Leon, one of Arthur’s knights. You did a phenomenal job. Who trained you? What’s your parentage?”
“Ah,” Lancelot’s face fell. “I’m not a nobleman, nor do I have noble parents.”
Leon’s brows shot up. “Then why would he even let you fight him? He doesn’t have a habit of slumming with lower class people. I mean no offense, though, that’s just how he is. How most of us are, actually.”
Lancelot nodded. “I know. Truthfully, I never thought he would spare me a glance, much less give me the chance to prove myself. He’s actually going to present my case to the King, I believe.”
“Really?! I’ve never heard of such a thing. How did he even find out about you?”
“I saved his manservant, of all things.”
“Oh,” Leon said, a knowing smile on his face. “Merlin got you the meeting with Arthur. That makes sense.” The knight looked over at the beta servant who was hunched over a book next to the physician. He was adorable.
“So, that’s not odd? That Arthur listens to Merlin? Because I’ve heard how he talks to the prince, and I’m sure anyone else would be killed on the spot. Why’s he allowed to mouth off?” Lancelot asked, curious. Truthfully, he understood. If Merlin asked him anything, he’d do it in a heartbeat. No matter the favour.
“I’m not sure, no one is, but none of us question him. We’re too afraid,” the knight lowered his voice.
“Afraid of the Prince? Or afraid of Merlin?”
“Both, I guess. Merlin’s… well, he’s special. Arthur’s had an… odd affection for him since the beginning. Merlin’s able to call Arthur basically anything, even though it pisses him off. But, he’s also saved Arthur multiple times while almost getting killed instead which makes the prince pissed. I’ve known him for years, and he had never disobeyed his father until Uther tried to prevent him from saving Merlin. Twenty years of life and he’s only ever done that for one person: Merlin. And without that wonderful beta around, Arthur becomes damn near impossible to tolerate.” Leon chuckled, shaking his head. “I like him, he’s really nice.”
“Well, I cannot blame him. Merlin is a kind and intelligent person. He saved my life and brought me here. He carried me here by himself.” Lancelot smiled, looking at Merlin.
“Well, I–”
The door to Gaius’s burst open again, revealing Morgana with Gwen in tow. The noise made Merlin jump, glaring at the new visitors.
“Merlin, where’s the new you?” the raven haired lady asked, looking around.
“When did my chambers become the new room for gossip? Merlin, stop bringing your friends here. I need to be able to work!” exclaimed the old beta, frowning. Merlin just shrugged while the others chuckled quietly and looked down guiltily.
“Sorry, Gaius. I just wanted to meet the new Merlin who beat Arthur in a fight.”
“My lady,” Leon bowed. “May I present Lancelot?”
Lancelot bowed as well. “I’ve heard rumours of your beauty, my lady, but they do not even touch upon your-” his eyes widened as he met Gwen’s eyes. “Hello.” He felt as if there was a string connected to his heart that pulled him towards the gorgeous woman before him.
“Hi,” the lady in waiting blushed. Morgana looked between them and moved to Merlin’s side. The two gravitated towards each other as Leon also moved to Merlin and Morgana, giving the pair some space.
Merlin’s nose tingled as Gwen’s and Lancelot’s scents intermingled in the air. He bit his lip to keep in the smile threatening to burst out.
“I’m Lancelot.”
“Gwen, or rather, Guinevere. But everyone calls me Gwen.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. How…err, how are you?” he finished lamely. Gwen giggled sweetly, face flushing.
Leon, Morgana, and Gaius all looked at each other in mixed shock and confusion. Merlin just smiled at the pair because he had figured out what no one else could sense yet. Lancelot and Gwen were so taken with each other already because they were true mates. They’d figure it out soon enough for themselves, so Merlin just had to wait until the pair got it. They were already so adorable that Merlin wanted to wrap them both in a big hug. He’d never gotten to smell what true mates scents do when together.
But they were also just standing there silently. They just stared at each other awkwardly enough that Merlin stepped in, pitying them.
“Hey, Gwen,” he interrupted, “Lance needs a suit of armour to meet Uther. Sorry, I mean the King.” he corrected when Leon gave him a look. “I was thinking you may be able to help.”
“Oh! Well, I don’t think I have something that would fit.” Gwen said, looking at her friend.
“We can check the old suits in the armoury,” the knight suggested. “There are sets that used to belong to knights no longer in service.”
Merlin nodded. “Sounds like a plan. Gwen and I will take him while the rest of you get on with your days.”
Morgana opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. Leon had an amused smirk on his face and chuckled to himself.
“You’d think Merlin’s the king with how he directs people,” he muttered. Morgana covered her laugh with a cough. Leon offered his arm, “May I escort you back to your chambers, my lady?”
Morgana nodded, taking the proffered arm. “Thank you, sir. Oh, but can I steal Freya, Mer? I’ll take her out on a walk.”
The dog whined, tilting her head. Merlin just shrugged. “If she wants to, I don’t see why not.”
The black dog stood up and moved to Morgana’s side, eager for some exercise. Leon led the Lady and pet out of the chambers. Gaius moved back to his books, scanning the pages for answers while Merlin dragged the two future mates to the armoury.
“I’m assuming I’m going to be the one looking for the armour while you two make heart eyes.”
Lancelot looked at the beta sheepishly. “Sorry Merlin. I don’t know why I’m so taken by–”
“Yeah, and we’ll be looking,” Gwen added, embarrassed. “I’m never like this. What’s wrong with me?”
“You guys don’t know? I can smell it from here,” Merlin laughed before stiffening. Gwen also stopped, realising what he’d just admitted. Fuck, he was an idiot.
“How would you smell us when we can’t? You’re a beta.” Lancelot questioned.
“Umm… I’m just messing with you guys,” he chuckled awkwardly. Lancelot pulled away from Gwen to study Merlin. Gwen wisely stayed silent, looking anywhere but at Lancelot or Merlin.
“Unless you’re not a beta.”
“Well, I'm certainly no alpha. So I guess I’m a beta. Now, let’s try these,” he diverted, grabbing a set of wrist guards and a chest plate.
Lancelot put a gentle hand on Merlin’s to stop his moving the armour. His eyes jumped between him and Gwen who busied herself looking at the helmets. Covertly, he inhaled around Merlin, at first smelling nothing. But as he tried again, he caught a faint, sweet scent that definitely wasn’t Gwen and there were no other omegas around. Bingo.
“Does Arthur know?” Lancelot asked quietly.
“Know what?” Merlin sniped, pulling away.
The alpha nodded, understanding the defensiveness. “Of course he doesn’t. I doubt the king would let his son be served by a male omega. Especially with the old laws he used to have against them.”
“What?! How the hell do you people figure it out? I presented three years ago and no one ever knew unless I told them. I come here and now two of you have figured it out. Clearly I need to hide it better.” Merlin frowned.
“What laws are you talking about?” Gwen asked as Merlin finished talking.
“Well, first off, Merlin, I’d never tell anyone nor take advantage of you because of it. Second, it’s not obvious, just the little things I noticed. You’re compassionate, kind, extremely caring, and you obviously know and observe more than anyone else. You block your scent very well, I can hardly detect it. Third, Guinevere, do you not know about the laws from ten years ago?” He looked between the omegas for an answer.
“Don’t look at me. I lived in Ealdor until a few months ago. Different king, different laws. Though, he actually has laws against people like me. Male omega are supposed to be turned over to him or his advisor to become noblemen’s pleasure slaves. Oops, sorry Gwen, that’s not an appropriate topic.” Merlin frowned, looking at the ground.
Gwen gasped, hands flying up to her mouth. Lancelot’s jaw dropped.
“You’re kidding.”
“Sadly, no,” Merlin shook his head. “It’s one of the few reasons my mother made me come here. A visiting nobleman almost figured it out when he was making his way through the countryside and she and Will made me leave.”
Lancelot let out an angry growl, wrapping Merlin in a tight hug. “Thank God King Uther isn’t that bad. His laws weren’t nearly as awful as that, I think. He just made it so that male omegas, at the time, couldn’t have children, or own their own land. Which wasn’t great and actually… not much better now that I think about it. But he threw the laws out about a year later, from what I understand. However, people still treat the very few male omegas out there like garbage. They’re still seen as abominations or mistakes of nature, which is not true. Never think that you are.”
“I know, don’t worry.” Merlin patted his shoulder and pulled away from the other man.
“See, I didn’t know male omegas existed. We’re never taught about them or female alphas because they’re ‘unnatural’ in some way. Do female alphas also exist?” Gwen added.
Lancelot exhaled forcefully. “That’s disgusting, and supposedly, but I’ve never met one.”
Merlin just grabbed pieces of armour, choosing not to comment. He passed it over, saying, “This should all work. I’m afraid Gwen’s better with armour than I am, so if she’d be willing to help you…”
Gwen raised a brow at Merlin knowing he knew it just as well as her. But she did appreciate his thoughtfulness and sly matchmaking, though it stung just a tiny bit. Because even though she knew Merlin was an omega and she felt a pull towards Lancelot, she still harboured feelings for him. She had Lancelot put on his chainmail and proceeded to strap the pieces to his chest and arms.
“Since it’s not a ceremony, you’re not going to be wearing full plate. Just these few pieces,” she explained.
“Thank you, my lady.” Lancelot smiled. Merlin hopped up on a table and opened a book on magical creatures that Gaius had handed to him earlier. “Merlin, this beast… how do we beat it?”
“I’m not sure, but we’ll figure it out soon, hopefully.” Merlin said, not looking up from his book.
“Yes, if anyone can figure out how to fix this, it’s Merlin. He’s done more for us in the past two months than anyone else has in years. He’s saved Arthur multiple times, saved me from getting executed, almost died… and we almost devolved into war with Mercia because of that.”
Lancelot stared at Merlin with awe and appreciation. “Really? So, you’re the one who should be knighted, not me.”
“Oh, trust me, I don’t want to be a knight. You’re all insufferable. Well, maybe not you so much, but the rest…” Merlin shivered dramatically. “Shit!” His eyes widened as he read over a distressing passage.
“What is it?” Gwen asked.
“I just figured something out. I need to tell Gaius. Are you okay if I go? Can I trust you not to hurt Gwen?” he asked, jumping down from the table.
“Of course, Merlin. I would never dream of acting like a knothead like that.” Lancelot said. He watched the omega hurry off with a wistful expression. “He’s really…”
“Perfect? Handsome? Everything you could ever want?” Gwen had a sappy expression on her face.
Lancelot laughed, “Is everyone in Camelot madly in love with him?”
“Pretty much everyone who knows him. Though Morgana doesn’t admit it, I know she likes him a lot. Half of the castle staff is infatuated with him. He’s just… Merlin.”
“Well, he seems to think we’re meant for each other. Do I disappoint you?” Lancelot asked.
Gwen shook her head. “I don’t know you well enough to make that sort of judgement. And, I fear I may still like Merlin. Sorry, I know it’s stupid. We could never be…”
“I understand completely. Arthur would definitely never let me become a knight if I took Merlin from him. If Merlin wanted the same thing, of course. I’d never force anyone to be with me.”
Gwen smiled, “And you’re already sounding better than any other alpha I’ve met.” she finished putting on his armour and patted his shoulder. “You look good in armour, Sir Lancelot,” she giggled.
Lancelot smiled in return, kissing the back of her hand. Again, a spark lit between them and all thoughts of Merlin dissipated from both their minds. They connected on a level deeper than anything they could describe.
“I’d love to get to know you, if you’d give me the chance to, Lady Guinevere.”
“I think I could give you the chance,” she said coyly. “Now, why don’t we get back to Gaius’s to wait for your audience with the king?”
“May we talk along the way?”
“If you wish, I have no objection,” Gwen smiled. She had a feeling that maybe she’d finally be truly happy.
----
“What?! You want me to knight a commoner?! With no sort of formal training?” Uther couldn’t believe what he was hearing. And from Arthur no less!
“He beat the test, Father. He was better than the last three nobles I’ve trained and fought. If you want him trained, then I’ll train him. But he deserves to become a knight. He’s proved himself a brilliant swordsman and brave soldier.”
“How?”
“How? How what?”
“How has he proven himself? It’s a simple question.”
“Um, well…” Arthur’s mind went blank. “He matched me for the duration of our fight until he beat me. He was fast to run and aid the injured villagers coming in from the beast attacks.”
“Is that all?” Uther asked, unconvinced.
“Is that not enough? That’s more than most of the knights have ever done barring two of them. Father, I would feel better equipped to protect our people if I had more knights like Lancelot. Hard workers dedicated to helping the people. He is one such man. A talented man.”
Uther considered this before shaking his head. “How did you even come across this man?”
“He saved me from the creature.” Arthur lied, remembering what Merlin had said.
Uther’s brows raised in surprise. “Really? Then, bring him to me. Let him bring his argument to me.”
Arthur bowed and left, heading to Gaius's chambers. He entered to find his servant perched on a table, flipping furiously through a book while Gaius was checking out his own book. Neither beta noticed his arrival until he walked to Merlin’s side. The beta jumped, slamming the book shut.
“Arthur! What the heck?”
“What?” Arthur whined. He hadn’t done anything wrong. “Where’s Lancelot? My father wants to see him.”
“He’s –”
“Here, Sire.” Lancelot bowed upon entering the chambers. “The King wishes to see me?”
Arthur turned his head to see the alpha in armour next to Gwen. He nodded, looking the man up and down. He certainly looked the part which would help with his father’s opinion.
“Yes, since you saved my ligh– my life.”
Merlin raised a brow. “You mean, my lif– Oh! You know, I always thought you had a brain, even if it was buried deep, deep down. I’m glad I was proven right!” Merlin teased, poking the alpha’s side. Arthur scowled at him and pushed him in return.
“I… don’t get it. I saved Merlin’s life,” Lancelot blinked.
Merlin smiled, “Uther loves to reward people who save his precious, darling son Arthur.” Merlin dragged out the words, gazing at the prince with wide eyes. Arthur sent the servant a growl and angry stare, but Lancelot saw the amusement in his eyes. “It’s why I was cursed with the position of his manservant. Should have just let the witch kill him,” Merlin shook his head.
Arthur pushed his head to the side, more gentle than firm. “Don’t listen to him, he’s an idiot and loves his job.”
Merlin frowned, fixing the hair Arthur had messed up. “That’s a bold-faced lie.”
“Merlin…”
He stayed silent for the rest of the time, letting the Prince explain how Uther would be to Lancelot. Gaius gestured to Merlin and he moved to the physician’s side. He let out a quiet groan as he read what needed to be done to kill the griffyn. How the hell was he supposed to enchant a spear and have Arthur use it? Without revealing what he was?
“What is it?” Lancelot asked, hearing his distressed noise. He moved to Merlin’s side, seeking to comfort his friend. He looked over his shoulder to read what he’d read. “Oh. Well…”
“What?” Arthur asked.
“The griffyn is a beast of magic created by the most powerful of sorcerers. Mortal weapons cannot penetrate its heart nor kill it. Magic or a blade impugned with magic are the only tools that can fell this dangerous beast.” Lancelot read.
“Well, shit,” Arthur commented.
----
“So you saved my son’s life and think that gives you the right to become a knight of Camelot?” Uther’s voice boomed through the chamber. Lancelot did his best to not shuffle around on his feet like a nervous child. It was more than daunting to be surrounded by the Court, royal family, and assorted servants in the room. His only consolation was that Merlin stood off to the side with Gaius and Gwen, smiling and cheering him on.
“No, Sire. I would never dream of that being the reason I become a knight. I did not save anyone with the intention being to use that as leverage. I saw a man in trouble and sought to save him from the beast.”
“Then, what would you like as a reward for your bravery and selflessness?”
He knelt down, bowing his head. “Just the chance to learn, to train, to prove myself worthy of being a knight of Camelot.”
Uther smiled, “I see. You have the fighting skills of a knight. But do you have the mind of such a warrior?”
Merlin covered his mouth with a hand to hide his smile. The mind of a warrior indeed. He looked up to find Arthur glaring at him. He sobered his expression, paying attention to the King and Lancelot.
“Tell me, Arthur, what is your plan for defeating this beast?” Uther asked, turning to his son.
Arthur looked at him, shocked and unprepared. “Um, well, I was gathering information on it. Gaius believes it is a griffyn, and I have to agree with that assessment. The beast is made from magic, and as of yet, the only thing that can kill the beast, apparently, is… magic.”
Uther’s eyes widened and he turned to Gaius. The court collectively gasped. The Prince? Suggesting the usage of magic?
“It’s true, Sire, but we’re looking for another option.”
Morgana looked between Uther, Gaius, and Arthur. Clearly magic was the only solution, but Uther would never allow it. “And if there is no other option?” she asked.
The King looked at her, scandalised and angry. “There will be another solution. Magic is not the answer to any problem. It is the cause!”
“It’s magic, my Lord. Perhaps you have to fight fire with fire,” Morgana shrugged. Gwen stared at her Lady in shock. Uther looked absolutely furious at the suggestion.
“Fighting fire with fire only burns everything around it.” he gritted out. Merlin rolled his eyes, since fire was how he liked to kill those with magic. He fought not to gag as he could smell the angry, dominating pheromones Uther was pushing out, but it was starting to hurt him.
Gaius saw how Merlin was shaking and not breathing in. He himself was getting a hint of Uther’s scent and dragged Merlin out of the chamber, who quickly collapsed on the ground once far enough away from the stench. He grabbed a bucket out of a storage room which his nephew quickly emptied the contents of his stomach into. The beta knelt down next to the sick omega, confused. Merlin had never gotten so ill from an alpha’s scent before. Uther had to be extremely enraged if it was enough to cause this sort of reaction.
“But if it was the only way? Would you let Camelot perish rather than use magic to save your people?” Lancelot demanded. He was getting agitated by Uther’s scent and could tell it was bothering Gwen as well. And if that didn’t make his alpha rage deep down.
Uther turned to look at Lancelot. “You would use magic to save these people?” he questioned. Arthur shook his head at Lancelot, begging him to say no and Gwen did the same.
“If it was the only way? Without a doubt.”
Arthur sighed, his own alpha agitated by his father. He could only imagine how bad it must be for Morgana and Gwen. He also noticed that Merlin and Gaius were gone, which was puzzling to say the least. A little concerning, actually.
“Get him out of my sight!” Uther commanded, stomping out of the room. A pair of guards seized Lancelot and dragged him away.
“Father,” Arthur protested, following him. But Uther turned his furious gaze to his son and the Prince fell silent and stopped. Morgana began to object, but Gwen placed a hand on her shoulder to silence her. Both of them were feeling a little queasy from Uther’s lack of control over his emotions. “Are you alright?”
Morgana smiled weakly, “Fine, Arthur. Thank you. It wasn’t pleasant but we’re fine. But, Lancelot…”
“I know, I’ll see what I can do. But, his outburst was… uncalled for and stupid.”
“He did it for me,” Gwen said in a small voice. “He was upset because of me.”
The other two stared at her, a question in their eyes.
Gwen sighed, “Merlin figured it out first. He’s more knowledgeable about it because of his lessons and books, but… he believes that Lancelot and I may be, well…”
Morgana gasped and smiled joyfully. “Gwen!”
“May be what?” Arthur asked, oblivious. Morgana rolled her eyes, smacking him lightly upside the head.
“That they’re true mates, idiot. Gwen, that’s wonderful! Well, not with him detained. Though, it would make sense why he reacted so strongly to Uther’s intimidation tactics.” Morgana thought aloud.
Arthur snorted, “True mates aren’t real. It’s a fairy tale made up for pups.”
The women both glared at him. Morgana raised a hand to smack him again, happy when he flinched away.
“They are real! Rare, but real. If you have one, they’re the one person you will ever truly love with your whole heart. You’ll think about them all the time, only truly enjoy yourself when they’re with you, your mood lifts by just seeing or hearing them. Everything is so much more bearable with them around. You have a deeper connection and can feel their pain and distress, feel their joy, more keenly than anyone else.”
Arthur raised a brow. “Sure.”
“It’s true. I can feel that Lancelot is upset, worried. May I see him, my Lady?” Gwen asked Morgana.
“Perhaps later. I fear Uther will be angry with anyone who visits him right now.”
“Which is probably where my useless servant is right now,” Arthur said, looking around the room for Merlin.
-----
And he was right. Feeling more steady on his feet, Merlin ran down to the dungeons. He was pissed to learn that Uther had sent Lancelot to jail for nothing.
“Merlin?” the alpha asked, looking up from the floor. He approached the bars. “You shouldn’t be here. Uther’ll–”
“I don’t care,” Merlin interrupted. Lancelot looked at the guards who were looking anywhere but at the scrappy omega. Damn, they really did let him get away with anything. “What happened?”
“You didn’t se– oh, OH. Are you alright?! I could feel how much it upset Guinevere, and it made me, or rather my alpha, angry in response. I think you might be right about the whole… mates thing,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
Merlin nodded, “I’m fine. I assume you said something about magic that made Uther lose his damn mind?”
Lancelot chuckled weakly, “You got that right. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I chose to lash out. It was stupid, but it’s my fault, not yours.”
“But–” Merlin tried to protest.
“But nothing. Merlin,” he said, reaching out to grab his hand. “It’s my fault.”
“No, it’s not. It’s Uther’s.” Merlin grumbled, squeezing his hand back.
Warning bells rang throughout Camelot, reaching Lancelot and Merlin’s ears. Neither of them had to go to the window to know what was happening. The griffyn had returned, but this time for Camelot. They could both hear shouting and screaming from outside, and Merlin hurried back to Gaius’s after saying goodbye to Lancelot.
He found his uncle looking out the window as Arthur shouted commands to his knights to fight the beast. Merlin joined to see the griffyn swoop down as the knights took up a defensive pattern. It knocked most of them down and they scrambled to reform the pattern. But it was to no avail.
“Charge! On me!” Arthur called. The griffyn flew towards him and he struck the beast with his spear in the chest. The spear broke, the force sending Arthur onto his back. Leon tossed a torch to the Prince who waved it at the griffyn. Seemingly scared, it hissed at Arthur and flew off.
Arthur helped his knights up and led them back into the castle. Uther stood, waiting for him as well as Morgana.
“You said your knights were the best in the land,” Uther said gravely. Then he smiled, “You proved that today.”
“It’s still out there,” Arthur complained, dropping his shield.
“Then we must not wait. We need to finish this now.”
“We can’t. Father, no mortal weapon can kill it. I stabbed its chest and my spear snapped apart.”
Uther shook his head. “Nonsense. It has tasted our steel once. The next will be its last. When will you and your knights be ready to ride out?”
Morgana’s jaw dropped. “How can you send them out when we know they cannot kill it?”
“Morgana, it’s alright,” Arthur soothed before Uther could get angry again. The omega growled and stormed off. Clearly all the alphas in this place were idiots.
----
Merlin flipped through his book of spells, searching for how to stop this beast. Something had to work. And he was on the clock. He had maybe an hour or two before Arthur rode out to his death. Freya’d heard what Uther had said and relayed to her master. It was nice to have a magic dog sometimes. She was the perfect spy.
“I hope you aren’t planning on fighting that thing by yourself.”
“What else can I do? I can’t very well do it and hand it to Arthur and say, here, this is just a random sword I found! Try this against the griffyn! now, can I?”
Gaius grimaced, “I suppose you are correct. But, you have to be careful. Promise me.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said, not looking up from the book. “I have to find a spell that will be strong enough and be able to do it. I still have problems casting spells and having them work. It’s a work in progress.”
Gaius sighed, patting Merlin on the shoulder. “You’ll get it, I’m sure. Just trust yourself.”
“Oooh, maybe this one! Can you hand me that dagger?”
The physician complied, passing the blade to Merlin. He watched as Merlin held it up, staring at it intently.
“Bregdan anweald gafeluec,” he incanted. But nothing happened. His shoulders slumped and bowed his head.
“Don’t worry, lad. You’ve plenty of time.”
----
Gwen looked up when someone knocked on her door a moment before the scent hit her nose. “Lancelot!” She ran to him, hugging him tightly. “What are you doing here? How did you get out?”
“Arthur, my darling. He let me out, though, I won’t be able to stay after I do what I’m about to do. He’s in mortal peril if he goes out against the griffyn, and I won’t let him die. Something in me tells me that it’s my duty to protect him. Him and Merlin. And you. And I can bet that Merlin’s going to run into the fire to save him.”
Gwen smiled, “Yes, I think he will.”
Lancelot chuckled with her before becoming somber. “Guinevere, if I should not return, know that I feel something very deep for you. Something we’ve barely scratched the surface of,” he said, taking her hands in his. “I hope to meet you again soon, so that I may learn everything I can about you.”
“Lancelot, please, don’t go.”
He gave her a sad smile. “I must. But I promise to be careful.”
“Then that’s all I shall ask.”
----
Merlin sat on top of the table, eyes closed, still holding the dagger. He reached into himself, trying to concentrate his magic. The air around him felt charged; he was so close. Until Gaius shut the door a little too hard, forcing Merlin out. He held his head in his hands to stop the spinning in his mind.
Thinking he was just upset, Gaius patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Merlin. I know you’re trying.”
Merlin just let out a groan. His head hurt, but he wasn’t giving up. Then someone else entered, throwing the door open. He looked up, ready to yell at them to see it was Gwen.
“Merlin! Lancelot’s riding out to kill the griffyn!” She looked distraught.
Merlin let out a frustrated growl, hopped off the table, and ran out the door. Gaius and Gwen called after him, but he wasn’t paying attention. Freya ran by his side, leading him to where the stupid alpha was. He caught him just as he was saddling his horse.
“I’m coming with you.”
Lancelot frowned, “No, you aren’t.”
“Try and stop me,” Merlin snarled.
“Merlin, you are not a soldier,” Lancelot reasoned. “It’s too dangerous.”
“Arthur needs all the help he can get. Now, let’s go.”
----
Arthur drew his sword as he and his men approached the griffyn in the forest. Their horses were skittish, so he knew they were getting close. The beast locked eyes with him, and he urged his horse forward.
“For Camelot!” His knights echoed the cry, all charging the beast.
Entering the woods, Merlin and Lancelot rode on his horse. They could hear the sounds of swords clanging, cries of pain, and the screeching of the griffyn. Lancelot made their ride move faster and Freya ran faster behind them.
Merlin jumped down once he saw Arthur, calling out to the unconscious Prince. He knelt by his side, checking for a pulse.
“Well?” Lancelot asked.
Merlin looked up and nodded, “He’s alive.”
The griffyn hissed at the pair, standing on its back legs. Lancelot rode into an attack position with his visor shut and a lance in hand. He reared his horse and began to charge. Freya looked up at her master as he closed his eyes, summoning his strength.
“Bregdan anweald gafeluec!” Merlin commanded, his eyes turning golden for a flash.
The lance burst in blue flames as the griffyn started charging at Lancelot. He hit the beast square in the chest, killing the monster instantly. With a screech, it died, falling on its side before disappearing completely. The weapon lost its magic glow, going back to normal.
“Yes!” Merlin exclaimed. His dog jumped excitedly around him. Lancelot steered his horse around, searching for his friend, but Arthur began to wake up and Merlin disappeared into the woods.
“Lancelot?” the Prince asked, standing up.
“Sire,” he replied, taking his helmet off.
Arthur looked around him, seeing the dead monster. “You… you did it! You killed it, Lancelot!”
Lancelot bowed his head, turning his horse around.
“Wait, come with me! We’ll talk to my father about this again. Please?” Arthur asked. The other alpha looked hopeful, and agreed, trailing back to Camelot.
Arthur led him back into the castle, telling him to wait outside the council chamber until he started talking to Uther.
“You did it, my son. Well done.” Uther said, smiling as Arthur bowed to him.
“Not I, father. Lancelot was the hero today,” he said, waving him in. Lancelot entered and bowed deeply.
Uther snarled, “No, you wait outside.” He pointed to Lancelot before turning back to Arthur. “You had no right…”
Lancelot didn’t hear the rest as the guards shut the doors. He walked awkwardly in a circle before leaning against the wall. A familiar head poked around the corner, staring at him with a sly grin.
“What’re they doing?”
Lance stood up straight, walking to Merlin’s side. He smiled happily at the sassy omega. “Deciding my fate. How’re you?”
“Fine. Uther’ll make you a knight. You killed the griffyn!”
Lancelot snorted, “No, I didn’t.” He walked further down the hall so the guards at the end of the hall heard. Merlin raised a brow, tilting his head. Lancelot ruffled the smaller man’s hair fondly. “You did.”
Merlin chuckled, “That’s ridiculous, Lance. You stabbed it.”
“‘Bregdan anweald’… I heard you. I saw you. It was incredible!”
Merlin’s eyes widened, before he shook his head, leaning back against the wall. “I shouldn’t be surprised. I wasn’t terribly quiet, was I?”
Lancelot smiled, “No, you weren’t. You know I won’t tell anyone, but I cannot take the credit for what you did. You deserve to be knighted for everything you’ve done.”
“So, what are you going to do?” Merlin crossed his arms.
The alpha chewed on his lips before bringing his eyes back to Merlin’s. “The only thing I can do.” He walked away from his friend and pushed into the council chambers.
“What is this?!” Uther demanded.
“Let me speak!” he pleaded, as the guards tried to restrain him.
“Fine. Let him speak,” Uther allowed. Both he and Arthur looked riled up so Lancelot made sure to stay calm, even with all the alpha scents in the air.
“Forgive me, Sire. But, I’ve come to bid you farewell.”
“What?!” Arthur was in disbelief.
“I caused a rift between the two of you. I cannot bear the burden, so I must start again, away from here. Then, maybe fate will be kind and give me the chance to prove myself worthy to be a knight of Camelot.” Lancelot explained, staring at Arthur.
“But… Lancelot, you already have proved that to us,” Arthur whined. He couldn’t lose the only good knight he’d met in the past six months.
“But, now I must prove it to myself. Your Highness. Prince Arthur,” he said, bowing to each royal and backed out of the room. Arthur’s face fell and his shoulders slumped. He’d miss Lancelot. There was some sort of pull between them much like the pulls he felt towards Morgana, Merlin, even Leon. Something that told him these people were very important and it hurt to lose one of them, even if he’d see him again.
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Merlin stared out his window as Lancelot rode away, sighing. He knew Lancelot would be back, hopefully sooner rather than later. Both him and Gwen would feel the distance between them keenly since they’d started bonding. Merlin didn’t wish for either of his friends to be in pain, but they would be. But, they’d survive until the day they could be reunited.
“Till next time, Sir Lancelot.”