Merlin One Shots

27 | The truth comes out

If y'all like a good story about an independent women, wanting to make her own way in life then you'll love my best friends book! Possessive men? Stuff that. Walk all over you type of people? Frick them! Here's the description and account: Also the name of the book is Sorrow.

Synnove Mitchell wasn't a fool, from the age of 14 she realised the world was purely male dominated they thought women were weak and enforced it, even made some believe they were. She, a feminist was determined to get rid of that pathetic stereotype, for she knew there was nothing a man could do she couldn't. A strong independent woman who relied upon no one. She started her clothing line:
"Body Love"
at 22. The line features everything from lingerie, sweatheart necklines, crop tops to hoodies and track pants. She thought the only thing that should matter to a woman is her own opinion, and it was. Her clothing line was striving and she had planned to take it to America and have a big launch in L.A. She then meets a man who she soon finds out is her superior. The embodiment of arrogant, cold, sadistic bastard.

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Be a good person and follow them to? ✌️

Also, I'm sorry for the people that have asked me to shout them our before that I've denied. This is shouting out a friend, you understand right? Anywho, what one shot should I write next?

Constructive criticism is welcome.

Read on.
The sun, the moon, the truth. Three things that can never be hidden for long.

(Merlin has already met his father before he left Ealdor. Prince AU)

Merlin saddled up the horses, humming a tune as the knights finished packing bags and such, for their hunting trip with the king. "All ready, Merlin?" Arthur asked as he walked towards them.

"Yep."

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The hunting trip actually wasn't that bad for once, albeit the king caught two deer and Leon caught a rabbit. Merlin wasn't too happy about that, obviously. He felt their pain as they passed, but made sure they died a quick death, putting them out of their misery. "Merlin, set up camp for tonight." The prat of a kind ordered.

Merlin smiled, jumped off his horse and began setting up the fire and the bed rolls as told, "Are we cooking the deer?" He asked, frowning. Merlin's favourite food was actually deer, a rare delicacy for someone of his ranking though. It didn't mean he was happy about the poor thing dying though.

"Yes." Arthur said, "We'll find some logs to sit on while you cook. Merlin nodded and was pleasantly surprised by the amount of good fire wood around him. Arthur and a few of the nights set off looking for logs while the others - Gwaine and Percival - stayed behind to keep guard. Bandits weren't common around here but they could never be certain they wouldn't appear.

A few minutes of cooking deer later Gwaine and walked over to him sniffing the air, "Smells good mate, you really are the best cook I know."

Merlin chuckled at that, thinking about how displeased the head cook in Camelot would be hearing him say that. "I guess, I only know how to cook peasant food." Modest as ever, Merlin gave a shy wave of dismissal.

Gwaine shot him a curious smile, sitting on the ground as Merlin rotated the deer on a stick above the fire. Then adding it to a soup. "Deer soup isn't much of a peasant food, how do you know how to make it?" He asked his raven haired friend.

Merlin shrugged casually, despite the hairs on his neck sticking up. "My father was a noble, he taught me how to cook...and hunt, but I prefer not to."