The Royal Scandal *Book Two*

I'm Your Cupid S2 E10

I finally managed to write a two parter for you guys!!! Yay!! This probably won't be a frequent thing but I will try and do it where I can.

Third Person POV

Things had gone from bad to worse in the space of a couple of hours and the result of today's tourney could result in a war between Camelot and Olaf's Kingdom in Norway. Both parties were loved by their people so would obviously want war to avenge the death of the unfortunate soul. It wouldn't be clear until later on that that soul was decided upon.

"It's no good. I've spoken to Olaf and he will not rescind the challenge. He says his honour has been tainted. He demands recompense," Uther informed Arthur, as the two of them and Merlin all watched Chelsea preparing for her fight.

She almost looked dazed, which was understandable considering she was under an enchantment, and Merlin knew that this was definitely going to affect her performance in the fight, so much so that Merlin was worried that she wouldn't win.

"You didn't have to do that, father," Chelsea said, approaching the three men as she plated her hair to the side.

"The fight is to the death, you foolish girl. What did you think you were doing?" Uther asked.

"You cannot help who you fall in love with," Chelsea responded.

"Chelsea, I say this in the most genuine way possible," Arthur began, taking his sister's hands in his own. "You are not in love with him, nor he with you."

"And how would you know that?" Chelsea challenged.

"Because I know you," Arthur countered, making Chelsea fall silent and look at him intently.

"Do you realise that your actions threaten the peace talks, and it may yet bring war to Camelot?" Uther reminded her, using his daughter's silence to his advantage.

"I am happy to fight for what I believe in," Chelsea responded, looking over Arthur's shoulder at her father.

"What's happened to her?" Uther asked Merlin, shocking all three people in the room.

Merlin silently shook his head with a small shrug of his shoulder.

"Prince Louis. Nothing more," Chelsea spoke up. "And yet, who could wish for more?"

Realising he was getting nowhere with her; Uther flung his hands up in annoyance and walked out of the room while Arthur and Merlin shared nervous glances.

"Go and check on Gaius's progress. I will make sure my sister doesn't do anything..." Arthur trailed off, as they watched her spinning around in a circle, humming a tune to herself. "Lord help us if we don't figure this out quick."

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Doing as he was told; Merlin went straight to Gaius to see if he had had any success with the potion. When Merlin entered the room, he could see that Gaius was hard at work, brewing away a concoction that, hopefully would offer a positive result.

"I don't understand it. Trickler's magic's strong, but surely it can't be stronger than mine?" Merlin muttered as he watched Gaius brew away.

"These love potions are strange things," Gaius said.

"You need to go to Uther. Arthur won't, but you can," Merlin said.

"No!" Gaius shook his head.

"It's a fight to the death. I can't let Chelsea die!" Merlin reminded him.

"If Uther realises that one of the kings is using magic, there will certainly be a war," Gaius repeated the same thing Arthur had said. "The only way out of this situation is to un-enchant Chelsea. And un-enchant her fast!"