Merlin's POV
(hey give the guy some slack, he was busy imprisoning his soulmate.)
I pace the living room, chewing on my bright neon blue nails. Yes I paint them, yes I don't care what people think. All I can think of is the way I'm going to approach my death when Atticus finds out that his soulmate is gone. His other half. Well, me and him are on the same boat. Cause that lunatic in the dungeon is definitely not the man I met in the elf realm. Okay, focus Merlin. Enough sappy s**t!
How are you going to explain this to King Atticus?! He leaves for two hours to deal a war raid, and comes back to his mate missing and his best friend evil! I'm so six feet under. Wait- what the f**k Merlin? Remember who the f**k you are. Yes she's gone, yes it's your fault, and f**k yes you can get her bac
