The Destiny of a Druid

Chapter 2

⚠ Warning! The end of this chapter depicts a situation where sexual assault is involved. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠

Merlin and Mercedes walked close together as they shivered. Arthur struggled against the frigid winds. The others had changed into warmer clothes. The captives were left in clothes that were unfit for the environment. Mercedes was too preoccupied with the fact that she was freezing to notice Mordred's glances. She didn't want to see his glances. She thought angrily to herself.

"Nothing more than a girl he once knew as a child!? The nerve of him! Now he's working with Morgana! I thought we were friends..." 

Merlin nudged her arm.

"You seem pissed off."

"I'm fine..." 

Arthur's breath showed as he spoke.

"It's getting dark. They'll have to stop soon. We need a break." 

Mercedes huddled near her older brother. The fire that had been built by the others was a short distance away. Merlin leaned his head against hers. 

"I promise you that we will get out of this. I'll bring you home safely."

Arthur huffed.

"Of course Merlin. Exactly how to plan to do that?"

Mercedes could feel her stomach rumble. She looked down sadly. She could hear snickering.

"Has the lady come to her senses? Is she now hungry?"

"Maybe we should feed them. At least a little."

The man glared at Mordred. 

"Morgana wants slaves not hog for the fire."

"Then slow the pace! They're going to waste away to nothing and be of no use at all."

The man who had been picking on Mercedes throughout the journey grinned. The man rose to his feet.

"I'll feed the lady."

She turned to Merlin worried. The man knelt before her. He took a bite of the bread before trying to shove it at her. She refused it again. 

"Still not hungry? Maybe the lady is hungry for something else."

The man's face inched closer to hers and yanked backward. 

"You are disgusting!"

Mordred rose to his feet. Merlin tried to jump in but found a sword against him. The man inched closer again.

"What did you say?"

It was enough for Mercedes. She had spit right into his eye. Gasps filled the air. The man instantly gripped her jaw harshly. 

"Why you little-" 

The man was shoved to the ground. Mordred knelt before her and gently rubbed her jaw. 

"Are you alright?"

He turned furious towards the man.

"You did not have to do that to her! She's been obeying this entire time! Of course, she doesn't want your food after you so grossly put your saliva all over it! I get that she is a very tempting lady, but show some respect! You deserved to be spit at."  

She stretched her jaw as she continued to feel Mordor's hand soothing her pain. The man scrambled to his feet. 

"This isn't over." 

Merlin could relax as the sword was pulled away from his body. Mercedes gently pulled away from Mordred. 

"I'm fine now."