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Freya’s boat was covered in soft green grass, like she was being gently laid back into a quiet meadow one last time. It looked so peaceful.

Lancelot’s boat was overflowing with flowers, it was heartbreakingly beautiful as it floated away.

But when it was Arthur’s turn…

Merlin couldn’t do it.

Arthur’s boat was just the plain, ordinary straw one. No grass, no flowers, nothing at all.

Merlin was so devastated he didn’t even have the heart or the energy left to decorate it. He loved Arthur so much, more than anything in this world . He just stood there on the shore, watching that bare little boat carry the man he loved most down the river with nothing but straw.

Because what do you do when the person you loved most in the world is suddenly gone? what do you decorate that with? what could possibly be enough?