The Royal Scandal *Book Three*

The Royal Scandal *Book Three*

Season 3 of 3
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Merlin
Morgana is missing and my father is losing his mind. Our Kingdom is suffering under the hands of a man who is no longer fit to be king. He is overcome with hatred, fear and desperation to find his lost ward. A year has passed since Morgana was taken from us by Morgause but not a day goes by that I don't miss her, that I don't think about what Merlin and I did. Yet as time passes I have come to realise that what we did was necessary and I shouldn't feel guilty for it, not when the Kingdom is in need of counsel in a time like this. Though, no amount of counsel or advice could prepare Camelot for what was to come, for what we have unleashed, created. It is the beginning of the end. Season Three
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The Royal Scandal

  • The Royal Scandal *Book One*
    Staffel 1
    65 Kapitel
  • The Royal Scandal *Book Two*
    Staffel 2
    64 Kapitel
  • Staffel 3
    47 Kapitel
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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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