WIP Weekend!
Thanks for the tag, @diaryofatrekker ♥️
Based on @suraks-sweet-tits' post (here).
“What do you mean, you want to add sorcery to the tournament this year?” Merlin said, blinking across the table at the king. “You can’t do that. People might get hurt.” “People get hurt every year, Merlin,” Arthur said, dismissing this objection with a gesture. “It’s a fight to the death, not a ladies’ sewing circle. And I would’ve thought you’d agree that sorcerers have as much right to compete as anyone.” “But it wouldn’t be fair,” Merlin said. “You know the knights wouldn’t stand a chance against magic.” “Yes, they would,” Arthur disagreed. “I seem to recall having beaten a sorcerer or two myself easily enough.” Then his eyes narrowed. “Didn’t I?” Sheepishly, Merlin rubbed the back of his head. “Well, actually…” The resulting shouting match could be heard from one end of the castle to the other. It had concluded only when, after considerable insults and accusations on both sides, Arthur had pulled off his leather glove and flung it down at Merlin’s feet. “Fine,” he said. “Let’s settle this properly.” To his credit, Merlin had done his best to get out of it. He said it was stupid, that Arthur had nothing to prove to anyone, least of all to him, and that the Knights’ Code didn’t apply to warlocks anyway. Then, when that didn’t work, he said plainly, “I don’t want to hurt you, Arthur!” “And you won’t,” Arthur said, smugly, and honestly, Leon was impressed that Merlin was able to keep from hexing the man there and then. “Come on, Merlin. I thought you were meant to be the most powerful sorcerer in all of Camelot.” “I am the most powerful sorcerer in all of Camelot,” Merlin retorted, folding his arms as Arthur pushed back his chair. “Which is why I have better things to do than to fight my own husband in a duel.”
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