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She wanted to feel hope. Uther was being more than gracious in this matter, with such a charge placed against her, but the healer could feel nothing but the cold numbness of panic and dread as it curled through her like an old friend.
Merlin accepts the King's word quietly and when she is excused, she exits calmly, but it doesn't last for as soon as she is out of sight the King's eyes, she flees. Her swift feet tear down the halls and the brunette doesn't stop until she gets to her room - is it hers? Did "halls" mean she was to stay in the city now? - sliding down against the door as she shuts it, sobs pulling at her chest, wracking her frame as she curls around her knees. Rage and fear battled for dominance within her and her power lashed out with it, shattering the vases in the room, spilling water and flowers all over the floor and tables. She curled her fingers into her arms, teeth grit when she looks up and then stands abruptly, starting to pace.
No, no she couldn't fall apart. That wouldn't help. She wouldn't let herself become helpless again. She wasn't fifteen anymore. It had been a long time since her father's death, even longer since her mother's. She was not helpless anymore and she refused to be so ever again. There was always a way out, something she could do, an escape.
Merlin's dark blue eyes searched the room as if it would give her answers, but she knew she'd have to settle her thoughts before she'd come up with anything useful. It was hard, though, so hard when she was so angry. She knew. She KNEW coming here, giving them her real name, staying had been a bad idea. She'd stayed hidden for six years - SIX - and now she'd been found, she was going to be dragged back into the very hell she'd fled and hid from all those years ago. King Uther was correct, she'd not even told half the story and she wasn't sure she could, not anymore. If she wrote the letter...then what?
It was still her word against a King's. And what if Uther did believe her? Would he want her in the same way that Lot had? Would he crave to control what she could do if only he knew of it? Would they ever truly trust her again? And Arthur... Merlin bit her hand to hold back a sob, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Stars above, why did the thought of him hating her, distrusting her hurt so very much? No, no she already knew the answer. Because she was his. To what extent, for how long or why...she didn't know, but her heart beat in rhythm with his, her power cooperated fully for no sake but his and she didn't know why, but such was the fact since her coming her. And the thought that he wouldn't want her near him...
Merlin closed her eyes, head resting against the bedpost and when she opened them again, it was to stare into space, something becoming clear to her in her panic. She had to leave. No matter what it made her look like, no matter how it hurt...she had to leave.
Merlin accepts the King's word quietly and when she is excused, she exits calmly, but it doesn't last for as soon as she is out of sight the King's eyes, she flees. Her swift feet tear down the halls and the brunette doesn't stop until she gets to her room - is it hers? Did "halls" mean she was to stay in the city now? - sliding down against the door as she shuts it, sobs pulling at her chest, wracking her frame as she curls around her knees. Rage and fear battled for dominance within her and her power lashed out with it, shattering the vases in the room, spilling water and flowers all over the floor and tables. She curled her fingers into her arms, teeth grit when she looks up and then stands abruptly, starting to pace.
No, no she couldn't fall apart. That wouldn't help. She wouldn't let herself become helpless again. She wasn't fifteen anymore. It had been a long time since her father's death, even longer since her mother's. She was not helpless anymore and she refused to be so ever again. There was always a way out, something she could do, an escape.
Merlin's dark blue eyes searched the room as if it would give her answers, but she knew she'd have to settle her thoughts before she'd come up with anything useful. It was hard, though, so hard when she was so angry. She knew. She KNEW coming here, giving them her real name, staying had been a bad idea. She'd stayed hidden for six years - SIX - and now she'd been found, she was going to be dragged back into the very hell she'd fled and hid from all those years ago. King Uther was correct, she'd not even told half the story and she wasn't sure she could, not anymore. If she wrote the letter...then what?
It was still her word against a King's. And what if Uther did believe her? Would he want her in the same way that Lot had? Would he crave to control what she could do if only he knew of it? Would they ever truly trust her again? And Arthur... Merlin bit her hand to hold back a sob, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Stars above, why did the thought of him hating her, distrusting her hurt so very much? No, no she already knew the answer. Because she was his. To what extent, for how long or why...she didn't know, but her heart beat in rhythm with his, her power cooperated fully for no sake but his and she didn't know why, but such was the fact since her coming her. And the thought that he wouldn't want her near him...
Merlin closed her eyes, head resting against the bedpost and when she opened them again, it was to stare into space, something becoming clear to her in her panic. She had to leave. No matter what it made her look like, no matter how it hurt...she had to leave.
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