Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

royal blood part 4 (finale)

A.N.:// So, I must apologize to those who already read the previous chapters. I might have mentioned Gwaine too early in this story.

I will go back and delete that part, because I found this very important:
There are actually two more plot points I wanted to explore with this.
Like: What about Aithusa?
Or: What if Merlin was forced to be engaged with a random person. But I felt this was going on long enough. I will consider giving these two plots their own little one shot at some point.

I am so happy to have finally finished this one :) You guys were awesome: I think I learned a lot along the way. And some of you have given me very good advice on formatting and or what to make of Merlin's potion (because that question bothered me for quite some time.)
So, enjoy the last chapter of royal blood :)



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Well, actually no. Arthur didn't necessarily have to drink the potion.
He could just mix Merlin's potion with his own. That would show them their destiny together.
So Arthur did that, as he realized why his brain had focused on the drinking solution.

He put on drop of Merlin's blood in another vial for later. Then he went and mixed Merlin's hair potion with another potion of Arthur's own.
Immediately, the potions reacted to each other. The potion began to change color.

"The golden age of Albion, huh?", Arthur said with a smile.
And yes, that is what it was. Pure gold. This was the ultimate proof.
Merlin was his soulmate. This was their future together. Arthur couldn't help but smile at it.

The potion twirled within like a stream. Merlin's hair still golden.
But Arthur's hair had changed.
Confused, Arthur stared at the silver string that danced around Merlin's golden one.

"Why would my hair turn silver?", he wondered irritated.

And yet again, he felt the need to drink Merlin's potion. He didn't know why. He just felt like he needed to. No. He wanted to. That was why his brain needed to remind himself that it wasn't smart to just drink some random potions.
But the more Arthur stared at the silver vial, the more desperate his desire became.
He needed to drink this.
He turned around to see if anyone was watching, then he opened the blood vial and drank it's content.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see a silver flash in his irises. For just a brief moment, Arthur felt alive.
Like life itself was spreading through his veins. And then, a seconds later, he felt normal again.

For a second, Arthur felt confused. But the desire was gone. He had done what he had to.
He just hoped he wouldn't regret it.

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"You are invited to my wedding."
Balinor was seen everywhere in the lower town. The tavern, the seamstress' hut, the herbs market, just everywhere.
He handed out flyers for his own wedding with Hunith, while Hunith and Merlin were preparing the Dragon tower for the event.
And Balinor invited .... EVERYONE.

Everyone except for Uther. Which was obvious, really. Nobody would be stupid enough to invite Uther to their wedding. The king would ruin everything.

But non of that was of Arthur's concern. In fact, Arthur was helping where he could. He had no idea how to decorate an entire tower, of course. But he could order some servants to help them.
He could ask Gwen to design a dress for Hunith. (He knew she had a talent for it, since she helped make some of Morgana's clothes. And we all know how stunning Morgana looks.)