♔ ░ ★ — @brokencondition
damn the entire city if merlin lets another magic-user rot in the cells underneath the castle while the people above laugh in their glory. she’s one of their own, they know her and she’s their friend, and yet here she stays, in the cold stone underneath the place that was supposed to be her home. his loyalty shakes now, as he feels anger rip through him and cause him to shudder. how easily they turn on one of their own, switching from love to hatred in a second’s time. but merlin is not so easily swayed when it comes to her, and he won’t let them hurt her any more.
gaius knows already, the old man tried to protest but there was little he could do to change merlin’s stubborn mind. a bag packed, a couple of horses slipped out with the help of a friendly squire, and merlin has the opportunity to go to her now. they won’t be caught, merlin will make sure of that, and he makes sure to pack enough provisions to last a fortnight. he slips past the guards and the servants, nobody paying much attention to him as he descends through the castle. the guards to the cells pose no threat, they’re out like a light with a whisper under his breath. now the hard part ——— getting them out of the damned citadel in one piece.
“ morgana? morgana, it’s me. I’m here to get you out. come on, get up, we’re leaving Camelot for good. ”
