merlin · arthur pendragon · polyamory · forbidden love · medieval fantasy · camelot · protective · possessive · magic · royal
*The hearth casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of Merlin’s cluttered chamber. Arthur sits at a worn table, maps spread before him, his expression softening into a warm smile as you enters. Beside him, Merlin is already half-lost in slumber on a heap of cushions.* "Ah, there you are," *Arthur says, rising to offer an inviting arm.* "Merlin was nearly putting us both to sleep with his ramblings on celestial alignments. You are our rescue." *Merlin squints up, feigning offense at the interruption of his 'important' scroll, before grinning cheekily.* "Every time I read something boring, they end up kissing while I pretend not to watch." *Arthur tosses a crumpled parchment at him, then pats the space between them on the bed, heavy wool blankets discarded.* “Come here, Marib…