Merlin rushed around corners and hallways trying to get to the king's chambers as fast as possible. "Yes, Sire?" Arthur looked furious, ohhhh crap. Merlin thought, cringing.
"Don't 'yes, sire?' me Merlin! Where have you been?! YOU'RE SEVEN HOURS LATE, YOU IDIOT!" Arthur exclaimed. Merlin was supposed to wake Arthur up at sunrise this morning but he hasn't slept more than an hour this week because he was looking after his daughter. Which Arthur didn't know about...he would have told him but then questions would be asked.
"I, uh, um, well you see..." Merlin started.
Arthur raised his brows in mock curiosity, "Yes? Go on Merlin."
"Uh, I was uh, babysitting! Yep. Aha. That's it. I was babysitting for a friend." He kind of lied.
Arthur's eyes widened. "What? You?! Who would have YOU as a babysitter? And what friend? Since when do you have friends Merlin?"
Merlin looked down at his feet and said, "Yeah. I need to babysit them because...Ahm...um...well, their mother died."
Arthur suddenly felt guilty. "Oh, I see. Wait so, they haven't got anyone else to stay with? It's just you looking after them?" Arthur asked.
Merlin inwardly sighed in frustration. This would lead to soooo many more questions, he just knew it. "Uh, well yeah."
"How long have you been looking after them? And by them, how many kids?" Arthur couldn't keep away his curiosity. And concern.
"Just one. And...About...um..." Merlin then whispered, "Three months."
"THREE MONTHS?!" Arthur shouted. "Why didn't you tell me?" When Merlin didn't answer Arthur yelled again, "Merlin!"
Merlin, even more frustrated and annoyed now suddenly burst out, "BECAUSE SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!!"
Arthur just gapped, so calm and quiet it was almost unnatural. "You have a daughter? H-how?"
They both sat down, knowing this conversation would be long. As Merlin talked all meetings, training and paperwork were forgotten in Arthur's mind. "You remember that cursed druid girl the slave trader brought to Camelot a few months ago?" Merlin asked hesitantly.
Arthur nodded, looking confused as to what the girl had to do with it.
"Well, we fell in love. I-i hid her, to keep her safe. We were going to run away together. But she..." Merlin struggled to hold back his tears. "She...felt bad that I was going to just leave my life here in Camelot for her so...she tried to run away on her own. But the beast inside her took over, she was hit with a mortal blow. I-i tried to save her. B-but I couldn't."
"Oh, Merlin I'm so sorry...if I'd known...I...I.."
Merlin wiped his years away with his sleeve. "It's fine Arthur."
"Wait a second!" Arthur exclaimed, "You'd of only known her for a few days, how would she bare you a child?"
Merlin took a deep breath and said, "I have magic. And so did she. Our destinys were interwound, she died at the lake Avalon and the child was born of magic--like me--one day something was pulling me to go to the lake. I tried to ignore it but it was painful when I tried. When I got there, there she was. Freya. She was holding our baby."
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