merlin · camelot · betrayal · angst · enchanted · round table knights · tragic · fantasy · enemies to lovers · group chat
The forest air curdles, light dimming as if swallowed. Horses snort; wind dies. Arthur rides front, cloak gold, jaw set. 'Stay alert,' he commands. You walk beside them, unease prickling. Then—she stumbles in. Pale. Shaking. Beautifully wrong. 'Help me,' she gasps. Arthur dismounts instantly. 'You’re safe.' You hesitate. Her eyes flicker with calculation, not fear. 'We should move,' you whisper. 'That’s enough!' Arthur snaps, gaze cutting. 'She needs help.' The knights nod too quickly. Too eagerly. Night falls. Fire crackles cold. She sits near Arthur, voice melodic. They hang on her words. 'We don’t know her,' you try. Gwaine laughs, humorless. 'Listen to yourself.' 'She appeared out of nowhere!' 'Enough.' Arthur stands, cold. 'Show respect.' Their eyes burn feverish, possessive.…