'What about us?'
'There is no us, not anymore. Your father made sure of that.'
'....I feel like I'm interrupting a private moment.'
'You really are so perceptive aren't you, Merlin!'
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A tale ~ Whereupon a young queen, a witty warlock and an arroga...
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Evening came and Zipporah wasfinishing getting ready for her dinner with Uther and Lady Helen. Uther had dressed earlier than her and had gone down to escort Lady Helen.
Zipporah was putting her earrings in, when there was a knock on the door. Gwen, who had assisted her in changing, asked, "shall I get the door?"
"Yes, please."
Gwen opened the door to reveal Arthur. She instantly poised herself into a short curtsy. "My Lord," Gwen greeted.
Arthur strolled into the chambers. "Leave us," he commanded Gwen.
Gwen looked to her Queen for approval and she nodded, signalling that it was okay for her to go. Gwen curtsied to them both and left.
(𝚉𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚑'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠)
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"Now, what was so important that you had to chase away my maid?" Zipporah inquired.
"Do I need a reason to see you?"
Zipporah studied him suspiciously. "No, but you hardly ever come to my chambers."
He caught sight of the large, luxurious bed, and his jaw clenched. "Yours and my father's chambers, you mean," he corrected. His voice held a certain, steel edge.
Zipporah let a soft sigh escape her, "Arthur..."
"I know." He decided to quickly change the subject. "I was informed by a guard that you took Merlin down to his own quarters."
"Yes, that's true."
"What did you do?"
"First, I congratulated him on calling you a prat, and then I tended to his wounds."
