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Chapter Seven: "A Night in the Woods"

Warning(s): a/b/o, sexual implications

Disclaimer: Merlin is not mine unfortunately

Bold is the Alpha voice being used.

Italics in "quotations" are past words or words that are being read in the person's head/thoughts.

Author's Note: Literally just figured out, after seven chapters, me putting the information above about Italics, makes like no sense lol. So, for your understanding, you should know when whichever character is talking to themselves in their head.

Anyways, the moment you've all been waiting for...

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Dread. That's what filled Arthur's stomach.

This situation could have been a whole lot simpler if Merlin was not at his most vulnerable state.

Watching the tears fall from his eyes was such a catastrophic sight.

Oh, his poor Merlin.

Arthur glanced around him, peeking out under the table cloth again. The crowds were gradually clearing up. They would have to get out of here soon if they were to escape.

"A-Arthur..."

A quiet, pleading voice. Emotional and tired.

This would be very difficult.

"It's okay, it's okay Merlin." He reassured, but he could not touch the other male, despite how dearly he wanted to.

Currently, Merlin was rising in his severe state of pain and panic. Arthur had to somehow balance out the level of intimacy he was projecting, for if he didn't, Merlin would fall into catatonic submission.

Arthur began to think through, and discover a plan, the Omega's whine and whispers becoming more prominent by the second.

With a deep inhale, he turned to his servant, an idea setting off the lights in his brain.

They'd have to be fast.

If Arthur could just get Merlin out to the stables, they could find a safe place to camp out, he would have to be as slick as possible to avoid Morgana's men. Also, so they could collect resources before leaving, it would be dangerous out if he didn't bring food, water and blankets with them to keep them both healthy and safe.

Especially Merlin.

Heats, a typical Omega's lasted six days, but it could vary depending on the person.

"How long do they last?" He asked quickly, watching as Merlin squinted up at his master.

Think Merlin, don't pass out.

A few stutters fell from his lips before he had answered. "T-Three days." His whisper barely audible to Arthur.

The Prince flinched from shock.

"Three days?"

"Mmhm."

"What-"

"I-I told you already... I-I've been marked with i-illusion magic."

Arthur opened his mouth to reply, but he ignored the conversation for right now. There were bigger things at stake.

Whilst sighing thoughtfully, he turned his back to Merlin.

"Okay, get on."

The servant sat there, disorientated and pained.

"W-What?"