Rogue kneeled there weeping with Minerva in his arms. She was dead. Sting knew it. He knew that he'd killed her. Not to save Rogue from danger but because he wanted Rogue for himself. Now, he watched from afar as Rogue cried out all his tears . As he watched Sting told himself one thing.
"Once he's mine we'll live together as one big happy family and he'll forget all about you, Minerva."
When Merlin, Arthur and the knights are taken by bandits its up to Merlin to stop the leader from killing Arthur. But what when he sympathises with that person and realises that they have more in common than just losing lost ones.
Sorry. I'm awful at descriptions. THIS IS NOT A MERTHUR STORY. IT'S FREYLIN.