#longmer

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Morgana was dead. Her body, once terrible in its beauty and power, lay gutted and lifeless on the bloody battlefield, the prince who had slain her standing triumphantly over her remains. He was speaking, but Emrys barely heard him. Magic still crackled around him, off the tips of his fingers and the ends of his hair. He alone remained standing, untouched by mortal steel or iron, uninjured. He had a clear shot to the prince, but his life would be forfeit if he tried.

“Anybody who yields will not be killed,” the prince announced. “Quarter will be offered to anybody who swears fealty to the crown and agrees to abide by its laws.”

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Merlin was flattered to be invited to compete in a magical tournament to crown the sorcery champion of Albion. Accepting the invitation probably wasn't his brightest idea.

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Summary: Uther Pendragon is dead. King Arthur has made a reputation for himself as a fair and good king, the kind and beautiful Queen Guinevere is loved by the people, the Knights of The Round Table are revered in all the lands, and the king’s clumsy manservant stumbles his way through Camelot as he always has. The King is on his throne and all is right in the world.

Until the rumours start. Rumours that Morgana and her sister are returning, rumours that the Queen is not so faithful to her husband as it would seem, and rumours that the King might have secrets of his own. At first it’s nothing more than misunderstandings and gossiping maidservants, but everything is about to change - because Morgana has found out a different secret entirely.