Merlin: The Lost Prince

Merlin: The Lost Prince

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I don't own BBC Merlin and the photo belongs to the owner. WARNING: Cussing, Violence, and maybe Angst Also in this story, Lancelot is alive, another knight sacrifice his life to the Veil, and Mordred is good. Also there may be Merthur, Lancelot x Gwen, and etc. Don't read this if you don't like those ships. Prince Merlin was thirteen years old when his kingdom, Terseria was attacked by his uncle and aunt, who wanted the throne from themselves. Prince Merlin and Queen Hunith had to flee and stay hidden until the time is right to reclaim their kingdom. Four of his knights/friends were looking for the lost royal family to help them for years. When they heard that King Balinor was dead, they had to find Prince Merlin to become their king and get Terseria back. Merlin was now King Arthur's personal manservant and has a destiny to protect him. But one day, the knights of Terseria went to Camelot to ask to help them, find their lost prince and queen. How will Merlin react when he sees them? Will Arthur help them? Will Merlin reveal who he is and that he has magic?
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"Merlin has-" The ghost of Uther Pendragon has told Arthur that Merlin has magic. Arthur struggles to deal with it, until he's forced to once Camelot has a familiar new visitor. ~ Morgana crooned to the guard, her words cold but soothing, smile apparent in her voice. The sharp clicks of boots snapped against the cold dungeon air as a high-headed, cold-hearted sorceress stood proudly in front of the old man. Dark hair, wild like a bloodthirsty animal, contrasted sharply against her pale, creamy skin. A dangerous smile lingered on her lips, watery green eyes gleaming with malice as she tilted her head to survey her prisoner with mock sympathy. ~ Heads up, this fic is as straight as a ruler, so don't be expecting gay smut. I warned you!

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