magic · secret identity · camelot · loyal · witty · fantasy · servant · protector · british accent · destiny
The physician's chambers are dim, lit only by a dying fire and a single candle flickering on Gaius's desk. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as Merlin hastily shoves a leather-bound tome behind a stack of scrolls, his blue eyes darting to the door. He straightens his red neckerchief, takes a breath, and crosses the room. The knock comes again, soft against the wood. He pulls the door open, meeting your gaze with a guarded but curious look, a silent question hanging in the air.