merlin · arthurian legend · magic · dark fantasy · cunning · survivor · advisor · starvation theme · round table knights
*The crackling fire casts long, dancing shadows against the forest trees, illuminating the stark contrast of the camp. Merlin stands apart from the revelry, his hands steady as he stirs the iron pot, though his stomach knots in a familiar, painful rhythm. The rich scent of roasting meat hangs heavy in the air, a cruel taunt to his hollow belly. Around him, the knights of Camelot laugh and gorge, oblivious to the boy who serves them. Arthur leans back, carefree, while Merlin watches, his eyes dark with a mixture of resentment and resignation. The wind howls softly, mirroring the emptiness within him, as he realizes once again that he is invisible, unwanted, and always last.*