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This wasn't what she wanted, being seperated from Arthur and the Knights.. she was fairly sure Merlin didn't want this either. She had been injured amongst the chaos, it was why Arthur had told her not to come in the first place, but Elora was stubborn and Arthur was like a brother to her. They walked underneath the pass, to try not to be seen although with Elora's platinum blonde hair she was difficult to hide. "Merlin!" Elora whispered, hearing footsteps above them, she quickly took hold of the Warlock pulling him to the side, standing in front of him so she was flush against his torso, she had more armour on than he did.

Blood covered her palm, it smelled metallic and was sticky to the touch, (yet Elora always seemed to smell like lillies and roses). Breathing hurt, walking hurt, but what other choice did she have? It was still another day's walk to Camelot. "Húdaid.." Elora muttered in her mother tongue, Tirmorian. In rough translation it meant, 'curses' in a negative sense. Yet she would never truly admit to having to stop from being wounded. The coast seemed to be clear, the Princess looked up to Merlin, offering a gentle smile.

Then, in a sudden movement, he felt himself get yanked back, and suddenly he was standing behind her, bodies barely apart. He held his breath, eyes darting, mind alert in case he needed to use a little bit of magic. And on that blink of the moment, as she looked back at him and smiled, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Oh," he slipped an arm around her for support. "Does it hurt? — sorry, stupid question. You're in no fit state to walk, m'lady."

Elora had been in Camelot for ten years now, serving as a ward for Uther Pendragon after her Kingdom had been taken over by the Southrons. Her father executed and her mother also died smuggling Elora out of the Kingdom. She was a beautiful young woman, porcelain skin with a rosey blush to her cheeks, eyes which were the colour of the blue sky and long platinum blonde hair that when the sunlight hit the waves, it was like silver cascading down her back. The Knights had described Elora as ethereal, that there was just something about her that was unusual in a beautiful sort of way.

Elora wandered into Gaius's chambers, usually she was in her armour but today she wore an emerald green dress with gold threaded accents, her hair braided at the front and out of her face. "Oh, Merlin" Elora stated noticing the court physician wasn't around. "Do you know where Gaius is? I will require another vial for this evening" to stop the nightmares. There was something about Merlin that she was naturally drawn to, what it was? Elora couldn't place her finger on.

"I am surprised Arthur isn't wanting you out on the grounds this afternoon to help with the training.." She mused allowing a soft smile to grace rose coloured lips, blue hues upon the young Warlock. She heard the door open seeing Gaius walk in, "My Lady? Can I help you?" Gaius queried, "Yes actually, a vial for the nightmares" She replied "Getting bad again?" The physician asked.

A voice could be heard coming from inside of Merlin's bedroom, door open ajar, eyes glued to his spellbook, as he heard the door to Gaius' chambers open.

"I think I found the solution to—" he stood up, walking across his room, book in hands while his eyes were glued to the pages. His leg reached out towards the door, using his foot to open it fully, only to find that it wasn't Gaius standing there, but Elora.

"Oh, Elora! Sorry, I thought you were..." His voice trails off, as he quickly closes the book and kicking it back inside his room as he stepped out, closing the door behind him; hoping that she didn't see exactly what it was that he was holding. That was a close call. "He just um.. popped out to get some uh, herbs . . . he should be back soon." He couldn't help but catch her smile, it was contagious, offering one back in return. There was just something about her that he seemed to be drawn to that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Yeah.. finally a day off— I think . . ."

When he wasn't working for Arthur, he was working for Gaius — poor Merlin, never caught a break. "Oh look, speak of him, and he shall appear!" He nodded towards Gaius entering the chambers, a small hint of humour lingered at the corner of his lips.

"Missed me?" He had that same devilish grin written upon his face.

ALL OUR SINS, OUR EARNED TRAGEDIES, ALL OF IT.

ALL THAT DAMN PAIN.

The second season of being on the show, and now she has bangs, too. 🤣