Chapter Nine.
She did that a few steps before that Arthur spoke again "You should have a name," he said surprising her, and causing it to turn up.
"A name?" she asked hesitantly. Because he cared so much that she had a name when the hall of the festivities celebrating his victory was completely dark, yet she seemed to feel him close and pulled back while the darkness of the corridor helped her hide the trepidation in his eyes.
"When I need you I need a name to call," said the gentle voice, because of which she was soon to reply, "They call me all girl, at best," said ; sarcastic.
"I'm not all" he said with a tone that she could not decipher, because her heart pounding in my head, and Morgan was surprised that the noise does not bounce between the walls.
"No" replied a voice so low that she was not sure I said.
"You must have a name for me," he said, trying to sound detached "I'll give you one. I'll call you so, for others you can stay girl. Do you agree? "He asked looking at her, waiting anxiously for his answer.
"I agree" he said, knowing full well that if he agreed to have his name, somehow it was even in this life. He would have belonged to another time, it had been when he was the adopted daughter of his father and his thorn in the side. And she liked the idea more than he could bear, but he could not deny herself to accept to be bound to him, yet.
"Good" He nodded, watching his silhouette in the poorly lit corridor "Brenda ... You may be" tried "comes from Latin. Do you know what? "
She waited more than necessary to say no, and he doubted it was true.
"Of course not," continued Arthur. When he talked about was direct and effective as a sword, but that call would be allowed to continue to behave in that way disrespectful, and did not appear there was any need and then decided against that name.
"Maybe Eunice," said closer to spy on her reaction. There was a candle burning a few feet behind her and seemed to grasp the eyelashes trembling as he considered calling it with the hereditary title of the queens of Ethiopia.
"Or Miranda ..." saw her tighten your jaw and breathe deeply as he considered to give the name of wonderful "... maybe I should call Amee" his reason, he said that girl was just a stranger with a certain character and that he was looking at her a girl who was waiting anxiously in the reception hall, and yet - whoever she was - she felt a bond with her, and did not want private, non- yet.
Arthur moved closer, leaning forward to stare into my eyes and ask "Want to be Amee?"
She looked up and returning his look with voice that threatened to break agreed to carry his name, and be his. His Amee. His beloved .
Suddenly it was hard to breathe and stepped back still holding his gaze until he had to apologize "With your permission"
had time to enter his miserable little room and close the door behind him before being forced to cover his mouth with both hands because his pain became public when her face bathed in tears, and she hated herself for what she loved him.
seems to be no particular changes from that evening. Morgan continued to have neither a name nor consideration, if not Arthur. When he could not go out for his ride ordered to mount the Avalon and she let him stretch his legs. A couple of times he suspected he did it solely for his benefit, and not for the horse, but riding was an activity that was missing especially from the days when it was Lady and never spoke aloud of his suspicions.
Sometimes, when Arthur was engaged in some dinner, she ate with Merlin and told of his misadventures day. Always made her laugh and at that moment she felt that her life was not so bad, because if nobody paid attention then you do not have to worry about hiding itself. Looks a lot like being invisible to being free, and then Merlin made her laugh, and then was not so bad. Life was simple and direct words and real. He could not adapt to that disfigured face, always had to hide that, but in difficult times - when Arthur smiled on sunny days and his head was crowned with gold and pride, or his new name when he spoke in the same tone in which confess the secrets goodnight after reporting the horse in the stables - in those moments she said to herself that at least the next person who would tell her to have affection for her, if anything had happened, would have been honest, unlike the men who had sworn to love and then continue to be recognized on an attitude that did not belong anymore.
the morning when he woke up shouting the name of Arthur's appreciation for all his life invisible disappeared. She had not enough to warn the Prince in any way, and when they had the tremors subsided and there remained nothing but cold sweat an unpleasant feeling against the skin all I could think of was to talk with Merlin, though he did not know what he would say.
I waited anxiously all morning and when he saw a shadow lengthen on the ground covered with a straw held his breath as deciding to accept it and be able to get to the part of the conversation in which the recommendation to look after all ' safety of Arthur.
In his dream he was tied to his rooms accused of being a traitor in the grip of magic, and remembered his face pale and drawn, bloody wrists and throat burned by the cries.
The figure advanced towards her, but that was not to Merlin, and he forgot to hide his frustration.
"You do not seem particularly happy to see me," Arthur remarked, "Who expected?" Inquisitor asked, raising his eyebrows.
She did not answer, and gave him back the engagement with the harness.
"Amee" she said again, in the same tone, and she could not respond because it was not his, because he belonged, and what was in his head and his heart was right and could not hide "I was hoping it was Merlin"
"Lately spend much time together, "considered waiting for her to clarify the situation. But the girl looked at him briefly before giving him back his shoulders, "It 's a pleasant company"
"guess" granted nervously "For someone "
" You need your horse? "he asked trying to shorten their time together. More 's was close, most wanted to be able to beg him to be careful, or give him a blow on the head and tie it somewhere before that still put at risk his life.
"Yes It seems that there are riots in the north. I'll be away a couple of days, "the always destined to be the sharp irony that the seriousness of certain information, and she never realizes that it was not required to do so.
"disorders," asked the girl back, "Magic" Dry said.
She moved her eyes from one point to another, nervously, before asking "Preparing a horse for Merlin?"
"You are my servant, is you should worry about me, not Merlin's "considered seizing the reins of Avalon without looking at her when she handed it to him.
"And is what I'm doing. These two days will weigh much less if you have someone to take it to pass the time, "said pedantic, causing it to roll your eyes.
"Then I suggest you hurry up, because now I really need to pour my irritation at someone," said the exit, dragging Avalon.
He had no way to talk to Merlin, but found the system to write a ticket and insert it among her things. For two days he wondered if he could find, if he had taken his concerns seriously. Until you do not find myself wondering if he could read, not at all obvious what being a servant.
The first day in which Arthur and Merlin were far more than he stayed in the stables, hoping to see the horses back and tell her that for some reason their presence was not necessary or that their mission had been shorter than they had judged. The second day he stopped over in the stables waiting to see them return to the program and complain about the inability to hear Arthur Merlin. The third day he stopped over in the stables because it should have been already return and instead there was no news of them, yet life went quietly to the castle and she was in danger of going mad.
"Here" the voice startled and turned to look at the intruder, "You know? I understand that he was just polite with you, and a woman in need of grace. I'll use it much tonight, I promise "
" I am moved, "said Office of irony" But I think it's best that you reserve your grace, and the rest, anyone who is interested. " said her looking at him with fixed and blatant disregard. He was trained in that kind of look for years, because he devoted himself to Arthur at least one day, but from what I remembered was the first time that the lack of interest was sincere.
She heard him laugh and saw him as he let slip his lower lip between his teeth.
"I honestly do not even know why, but I want you. Must be something in this your new combative attitude that attracts me, "he explained slowly advancing, while she measured the distance with the impassive gaze and thought that decreased how to respond to anything that would "push me away more and more attracts me," he confessed with a smile that made her shiver, "I want that look levarti disgusted face, and I know how to do," he said emphatically, "We do it like you want, from behind, so you can try to think of anyone you want, if you can. "she said before lowering his head and mutter," And I know who you think, "smiled adding" Our handsome prince is , an attractive young man, is not it? "
would feel very threatened by its proximity if what he was saying he had not shaken enough to leave her dazed. That was what the woman wanted from her? His body and his title to be Arthur? And we had already succeeded?
The smell of the man, now approaching, the payments received from her thoughts and she drew back her head to avoid having to hear "I do not care what you think or want to know. I want you to go, "said extending his arm backward to pick up, without turning, one of the objects on the wall taken down.
"Yes, fine ... so it will be exciting," she pushed a hand that grabbed and hit him in the temple with a coiled whip from the wall socket.
saw him back, while cursing, and then still go and groped against her, but she whipped the air with his weapon and he fell to the ground on the back to be able to avoid the blow. Before she could withdraw the whip, but he grabbed the edge by pulling in its own direction. Morgana ended on the ground and did not have time to get up before he was wearing. Squirmed and screamed under him but his voice was stopped by a big hand, and felt the man push his knees to open her legs. For a moment, as he lifted her skirt, he had in mind the image of a butterfly with wings pinned to the ground. The children, in their innocent cruelty, enjoyed that.
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