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- Female
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Merlin's anger doesn't leave. In fact, it raises another notch but this time she's eerily calm about it and her words cut deeper that way. She watches Arthur with an unyielding gaze, furious with him, but not for the reason he will think. He's going to find out why very soon, though, as she crouches down to be at eye-level with him again. Her face is lined with steel and her demeanor tougher than the material his sword is made of. "You disappoint me, Arthur Pendragon." are the first words from her lips, but they are hardly the last as her breath clouds before her in thick vapors as her eyes meet his brown ones, no mercy in her own in that moment. And Arthur might realize it's missing now, for it's always been there, even when she was angry with him. In this moment, though, she's going to give him no leeway.
"You care more about my birthright than you do for me as a person and for that, I couldn't be more displeased with you. I gave up my title long ago and your reaction right now, your way of thinking is why I did so, part of why I ran from King Lot. A good King, a good Prince, a good man cares and respects those around him not because of their titles and their riches, but for their spirit and their will, their kindness and skill. I respect all those around me as people, not as titles and that is a lesson you have yet to learn."
She stands, shaking her head. "It hurts and angers me greatly that the only reason you are willing to speak kindly to me now, to trust me and listen is because you know I am nobility by birth. You claim to be knowledgeable, but you see far less than you think you do, Prince Arthur. You have not the heart to see yet what is before you, nor the humility to learn it. You are a man, Arthur Pendragon and you can be brought low just as easily as any other man. A peasant can learn just as much as you given the opportunity. You are human, just like any other person who walks by you as you ride above them. Fate has made you a Prince, but nature makes you no better than the lowliest servant."
Merlin steps back and she gives him a bitter smile. "And Prince Arthur, I am only half nobility. My mother was a Druid with no title, no claim to any noble rights. If you are so convinced that I am different than I was just moments before because my heritage was revealed to you, than rest assured I am not. You can continue treating me as the dirt beneath your shoes. Half of my bloodline is that according to you, after all." She speaks again before he can, her dark blue eyes softening only momentarily in sadness. "Unfortunately, you're not going to get that chance. I still need to keep you alive, safe."
And like that she disappears into the underbrush like a spirit and no matter how Arthur searches this time, he won't find her.
"You care more about my birthright than you do for me as a person and for that, I couldn't be more displeased with you. I gave up my title long ago and your reaction right now, your way of thinking is why I did so, part of why I ran from King Lot. A good King, a good Prince, a good man cares and respects those around him not because of their titles and their riches, but for their spirit and their will, their kindness and skill. I respect all those around me as people, not as titles and that is a lesson you have yet to learn."
She stands, shaking her head. "It hurts and angers me greatly that the only reason you are willing to speak kindly to me now, to trust me and listen is because you know I am nobility by birth. You claim to be knowledgeable, but you see far less than you think you do, Prince Arthur. You have not the heart to see yet what is before you, nor the humility to learn it. You are a man, Arthur Pendragon and you can be brought low just as easily as any other man. A peasant can learn just as much as you given the opportunity. You are human, just like any other person who walks by you as you ride above them. Fate has made you a Prince, but nature makes you no better than the lowliest servant."
Merlin steps back and she gives him a bitter smile. "And Prince Arthur, I am only half nobility. My mother was a Druid with no title, no claim to any noble rights. If you are so convinced that I am different than I was just moments before because my heritage was revealed to you, than rest assured I am not. You can continue treating me as the dirt beneath your shoes. Half of my bloodline is that according to you, after all." She speaks again before he can, her dark blue eyes softening only momentarily in sadness. "Unfortunately, you're not going to get that chance. I still need to keep you alive, safe."
And like that she disappears into the underbrush like a spirit and no matter how Arthur searches this time, he won't find her.