Merlin told herself that if she was going to die. She was going to go out with a legacy on her back.
What she didn't know was that she literally needs to carry her legacy on her back.
And that Prince comes with way too much baggage.
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"You're-teaching me a -lesson?" Arthur wheezed out in disbelief.
Merlin nodded, "Yeah, did you grasp it yet?"
He said nothing as the colour slowly bloomed in his cheeks his tensed muscles uncoiling, his jaw unlocking as the pain faded into an uncomfortable throbbing.
"No one, no one, no matter their station, no matter their lineage deserves to be treated anything shy of human," she told him softly, her thunderous expression morphing into something calmer, only slightly more patient.
Arthur released a choked laugh of disbelief, "You are unbelievable."
Merlin shrugged, "I try."
"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.
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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.
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Heads up, this fic is as straight as a ruler, so don't be expecting gay smut. I warned you!