Melody (Merlin)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Warning/s: None...? Some adult themes, I guess, but nothing explicit, and nothing above a T.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: So glad with the reception I got from the first chapter! Keep it up, yeah? ;) I hope this one is as good as the first and you're all liking where this is going, drop me a review so I know what you think!

"They're dangerous, Perc, you know that," Merlin grumbled, slamming the door behind her. She stomped into the room and threw herself onto the bed. Percival smiled at his wife's temper and kneeled down beside her so their heads were level.

Merlin turned her head and met her husband' steady gaze. "Sorry," she said softly. "I shouldn't take it out on you."

Percival chuckled. "You weren't, Merlin, don't worry." He stood and took a few strides around the bed, and then flopped down next to her. "We're all strung out about it."

Merlin shuffled sideways and laid her head on Percival's chest. "I just wish things would be peaceful for longer than two months."

"I know," Percival murmured, stroking her ebony hair softly, pulling it out of the braid she had done it in for the council meeting. She had plaited it when it was still damp, and now it was wavy, fanning over the pillow in a cascade of curls. "You're so beautiful."

Merlin giggled. She felt pleasantly drowsy now, tired from stress, even though it was not yet noon, but Percival had relaxed her. "Are you going to go out and fight the Saxons?" she whispered.

Percival sighed. "Can't you stop thinking about it, for now at least?" His wife worried too much, and that worried him.

Merlin shook her head. "It's not going to leave my mind," she replied. "You know what happened last time there was a large group of them."

Percival shuddered. Their own men, although they outnumbered the Saxons by at least twenty, had been slaughtered mercilessly. "Yeah, but that was on their ground, and it was unexpected," he comforted. "We'd be prepared this time."

"It could be you," Merlin pointed out, her hand clenching around Percival's shirt. She sighed: that was what was really troubling her about the situation.

"It won't be," Percival calmed. "I'm a brilliant fighter, you know that. No Saxon's going to get me!"

Merlin laughed, feeling a little comforted by his words. "I know. You'll be fine?"

"Of course I will!" Percival reassured. He was glad Merlin was resting on his chest: if she was face to face, she would have seen the worry on his. Truth be told, he had no idea who would be successful if it came down to a war between Camelot and the Saxons. "I need to get down to training," he added, noticing the position of the sun in the sky.

"I'll come with you," Merlin offered, raising her head to look at Percival. He raised his eyebrows. "I'd like some fresh air."

"Come on then," Percival agreed suspiciously. He had a feeling that Merlin had an ulterior motive, but he couldn't prove anything. He would have to let her play out whatever she wanted to find out; and usually what she did turned out well in the end, anyway.

Percival rolled off the bed and proffered his hand to Merlin, who gladly accepted and slithered off the bed. Percival rolled his eyes: her dress was crumpled and her hair had become messy.

"What?" Merlin asked, catching sight of her husband's eye-roll.

"You look..." Percival's cheeks turned pink. "As if...well, you know."