normally I don't do " A/Ns, " but here are two.

1) follow me on insta @merlinetarthur
2) this chapter & the following one are extrememely short, so together they will be about 1 chapter and will be posted about the same time. thank you for reading! bonne lecture!!

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translation: speaking of the king of rome.
spanish.
meaning: speaking of the devil.

Morgana looked sorrowful. But even with a face painted with such an emotion, the knights stood ready to protect their reborn king.

Arthur just stood there, looking like he'd seen a ghost. Except he was one and so was she; the reborn Pendragons.

While Morgana's face showed her feelings, Merlin's was a blank, colorless canvas; unreadable. And it scared Morgana as Morgana scared him.

Thankfully, Mordred was nowhere to be seen. This all was far too much on an old, scared, unsure man, who was told repeatedly by his psychiatrist he was 33 and there was no way he had survived a millennium.

Merlin looked to Arthur, and Arthur looked to Merlin. Gwen was whimpering at Merlin, begging him to do something.

He had killed Morgana before, and he could do it again.

He looked away from them both to turn to Morgana.

" Hello, witch bitch, " Merlin muttered.