Stranded - Merlin/Harry Potter Crossover Imagine

Part 2 [Arthur]

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"What do you mean by dangerous?" (Y/N) asked angrily. "I wasn't the one holding a sword millimeters away from your face."

"You're a sorceress! Forgive me, but your kind haven't proven to be the most honest." Arthur returned his sword back into it's sheath, placing it on the newly fixed table.

"My k-" She was taken aback by his comment, and quickly snapped her head back to look at Merlin, hoping he could clue her in as to why he referred them in such a demeaning way, but he just stared at her.

"You can go, Merlin," Arthur dismissed.

"But Sire-"

"Go!" Arthur turned away from (Y/N) to look at Merlin, who was watching her closely. He cleared his throat, returning Merlin's attention back to Arthur. Merlin excused himself and scurried out the door. "Morgana, allow me to borrow one of your dresses for our... dear guest."

Morgana exhaled sharply. "I'll have Gwen send it over," she said before leaving the room.

Arthur turned to face (Y/N).

"My thirty minutes are almost up," she said quickly before he could get a word in. She could walk out of here right now if she wished, but something he'd said earlier bothered her. "...but I was curious. Why do you speak of magic as if it were some plague?"

"Because it is. I've never met a sorcerer who meant well, and you're probably no exception," Arthur snapped.

(Y/N) gripped her wand tightly, trying to fight the urge to curse him. "You just met me, you can't tell my intentions from the last few minutes. Have you met every single sorcerer in your lands?"

"Well, no-"

"Then why are you so sure they all mean harm?" She watched him as he thought about what to say, but he could only stare at her. The truth was Arthur hadn't a clue why he believed all magic was bad. Perhaps it was his father pounding the idea into his head everyday since childhood, or maybe it was the few evil sorcerers he's encountered that tainted the idea of magic being used for good. Either way, it didn't change the fact that she had magic.

There was a knock at the door. Arthur motioned for her to hide behind the panel screen where Arthur changed on the other side of the room, but (Y/N) refused. "Quit being insolent, and hide!" Arthur hissed. "You'll be flogged if you're seen in those rags."

She rolled her eyes, and grabbed the chair behind the desk, dragging it behind the screen. (Y/N) locked eyes with him, the chair making a loud scraping noise as she walked slowly. "Prat," She mouthed at him, then disappeared behind the screen. Once she was out of sight, Arthur opened the door.

"My lord, here's the dress Morgana sent over." Gwen walked in, looking around the room for someone who would've been in need of a gown, but she saw no one. "May I ask who's it's for?"

Arthur opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to find the right words to form a suitable excuse. "W-Well..."

Gwen stifled a laugh, watching him struggle. "That's alright. What a man does behind closed doors is nobody's business."

Arthur scoffed, "I do not-"

"My lord," Gwen interrupted before handing him the dress. She excused herself and left the room, closing the door behind her.

(Y/N) peeked out from behind the panel, and once she realized that Gwen was gone, she stepped out.

Arthur turned to look at her, a distressed look on his face, "Can you believe her?" He smacked his lips. (Y/N) raised her eyebrows and shrugged. He tossed the dress to her, demanding her once again, "Put this on."