Spellbound

[ayoungboy]

This week has been fucking exhausting. He'd been consuling all week and dealing with a threat over in Norway. Somebody trying to brew mind control potions, again. Why couldn't everybody just get along and stop fussing? He's finally back home, in England, heading up the wizarding council while they go over worldwide news, and he gets an invite - no, it isn't that. It's more of a demand, from King Pendragon.

He's a bit tired, really, and didn't feel like dealing with it. "Not now, thank you. Politely decline, for me?" He told the runner. "Send him some magical candy."

He just wanted to go home and finish his book, thank you. He didn't ask for these powers, but if he took a holiday the world would flip out. People held him in high regard for some reason - he wasn't that wise, or old. He was just a young man trying to do right. Yet somehow the King was demanding his presence.

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Quick tag before a final! Be back for the rest of the day soon~

[ayoungboy]

Merlin laughs again, nodding. "I suppose it does. I'm a dragonlord, so...it makes sense." His symbol in nature, imprinting onto Arthur.

ooh good luck! <3

[royalpratness]

"A dragonlord?" Arthur had heard rumours about dragons but he never really believed they were true.

Thanks! On my way home in a few

[ayoungboy]

"Yes. I can speak to and command dragons."

kay :)

[royalpratness]

"That's...impressive." Arthur admits, tilting his head. "How many dragons are there? I mean, I've heard reports of people claiming that they exist but they must be pretty well hidden."

[ayoungboy]

"They are. I...shouldn't really speak of it."

[royalpratness]

"Another thing that needs to be kept secret?" Arthur frowns but nods eventually. "I understand. People might get stupid ideas and start a dragon hunt." That would be a disaster.

[ayoungboy]

"The magic I'm telling you about is not low-level stuff." Merlin says quietly. "Dragon magic is old and powerful. Hunting them is a supremely awful idea."

[royalpratness]

"Which is why their existence must be kept secret." Arthur nods, understanding where Merlin is coming from.

[ayoungboy]

"Unless you'd like them ravaging your kingdom." Merlin nods pensively. The dragons would not sit idly by and be hunted, few as they already were.

[royalpratness]

"Not really. How many dragonlords are there?" Considering that he had started out thinking that Merlin was nothing but a phoney with a few tricks up his sleeve, he finds the man to be increasingly fascinating.

[ayoungboy]

"Just, ah...me." Merlin smiles wryly. "It's a bloodline. When my father died, it was passed down to me."

[royalpratness]

"Oh." That wasn't what Arthur had expected. "So if you don't have any children, that bloodline will die out." His lips quirk up into a smile. "Sounds like we got that in common."

[ayoungboy]

Merlin laughs, nodding. "I suppose we do."

[royalpratness]

"When do you want to do that ... connection spell? Do you need any kind of preparation time?" Again, Arthur has no idea how magic usually works.

[ayoungboy]

"How about after dinner? We'll need to go someplace quiet. It'll take me a few moments of concentration to work it." Merlin eyes Arthur critically, thinking about the logistics. "Where do you want the mark?"

[royalpratness]

"Sure, we can do that." Arthur worries his bottom lip. "I don't know. Let me think about it over dessert."

[ayoungboy]

"You can show it to the press if you like." Merlin offers, nodding and taking a sip from his glass. "Put it somewhere visible. Or not, whatever your preference." It'll be in the same spot on Merlin, but he doesn't really care.

[royalpratness]

"Yes, that what I was thinking about." Two of the servants enter the room, carrying dessert and another bottle of wine. "How about the inside of the wrist?"

[ayoungboy]

"Ah, it might be a little too big for that." Merlin chuckles, glancing up when servers enter the room.

[royalpratness]

"Oh? How big is it?" Arthur thanks the servant and takes a spoon full of his apple crumble.

[ayoungboy]

"About, ah," Merlin pauses, figuring out a width with his hands. One of the servants gave him a peculiar look, and he flushed a little. "...that big."

[royalpratness]

"That big, huh?" Arthur can't help but smirk suggestively before returning his attention to his food. "Okay. How about here?" He pats the area just below his ribcage.

[ayoungboy]

Merlin shakes his head and looks down at his own dessert. "...yeah, that's good." He coughs awkwardly.

"So...what should our cover story be?"

[royalpratness]

Arthur is still grinning, amused by Merlin's awkwardness. "Do we need one? Obviously, we can't tell the press about the possible legalisation of magic right away. Let's just say it's a series of friendly, political meetings to discuss topics of mutual interests." That sounds vague enough.

[ayoungboy]

"No, I meant," Merlin gestured to the dinner. "I don't want any pictures as Emrys, but your servants or someone are bound to notice me eventually. Maybe, liaison to Emrys? Or is that too obvious?"