Merthur - Even a liar?

The crowd.
The fire.
The empty look in Morgana's eyes.
Everyone watching Arthur Pendragon die.
It was warm. Almost comforting. If it hasn't been for the smoke, I might have even enjoy this.
"STOP!"
A loud yell from the sky.
A dragon flying in.
The crowd screaming and dissolving.
The hateful look in Morgana's eyes.
The man jumped off the violent creature, waved his hand in my direction, and the flames were out.
Complete silence.
Not even the dragon was breathing. It almost seemed as terrified of the man that rode him as the people where of him.
The sky was dark now. Darker than it had been.
It started pouring, but the rain was silent too.
"WE HAD A DEAL!" The man yelled. His voice higher than a dragon's roar.
The dragon stepped back, whimpering by the dragonlord. Last one, I would guess, as I was there when the other last one was killed.
"Emrys." Morgana's voice was filled with venom.