Kink Me! #32

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Kink Me! #32
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Six of One Part 2 Character spoilers for Season 5

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Mordred dressed and redressed many times before he found himself stood outside the royal quarters that night. He fidgeted and laid a hand gently over the plain wooden door. But he could feel it, the power running through the grain, spreading out like a net around the King and Queen’s room. The warm, earthly magic could belong to none other than Emrys. Mordred studied its intricate patterns, the complexity of the protection but then blinked when the door opened and Emrys himself was staring back at him.

“Sir Mordred” Emrys nodded, pulling the door back into the room.

Mordred swallowed and nodded back, stepping through the enchantments cloaking the room, feeling them wash over his skin like water. Inside the room was warm, lit with a multitude of burning torches and a large fire in the ornate fire place.

“Ah Sir Mordred” Arthur greeted with a smile, standing from the head of the small chamber table. His Queen was already sat at his side and gave Mordred a smile. “Please, come. Sit.”

Mordred swallowed and gave Emrys one last look, almost of permission before he stepped forward. He sat at the table slowly, startling when Emrys leant forward to pour him a goblet of wine.

“Thank You” Mordred said quietly.

There was almost silence as Emrys placed the dishes on the table before them all. Mordred clasped his hands beneath the table tightly and sat with a straight back. The King and Queens chambers these might be but Emrys’ presence and magic were stamped all over them, like a golden glow and Mordred felt like a trespasser on a scared place.

“Merlin” the King barked once the table had been laid. Emrys snapped his head up from the servant position he had taken in the shadows by the wall. “You are dismissed for the evening, we can see to ourselves.”

“Arthur-“ Emrys blinked, taking an aborted step forward, his eyes flicking fearfully to Mordred for a moment before fixing back on his king.

Arthur just leaned back rolling his eyes. “I’m giving you the night you idiot, do you really want to argue with me?”

“I heard Gwaine and Elyan were going to the tavern this evening, maybe you can join them” the Queen spoke giving Emrys a small smile.

Emrys rolled his eyes “They’re always in the tavern.”

“Just go before I change my mind and send you to muck out the stables.”

“It’s pitch black out!” Emrys responded incredulously.

“What’s your point?”

“Fine” Emrys huffed, his gaze flicking back up to Mordred fiercely once more, his eyes telling Mordred of swift retribution were anything to happen in his absence, like anyone could possibly lay a finger on the royal couple within these protected chambers. The door shut behind the servant as he left and Mordred turned back to the smiling royal couple before him. He picked up his goblet and took a large gulp. He hoped to the Gods neither of them choked on a grape during this dinner.