Arthur looked at Rhaenys, her unconscious body lying still on the ground. "Rhaenys, wake up," he urged, his voice filled with concern.
The dim light of Morgan's Base Camp illuminated the scene, casting shadows that danced around them. Arthur's heart raced as he knelt beside her, desperately hoping for a response.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Please, you have to wake up," he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly.
Time felt suspended as he waited, each second stretching into an eternity. The weight of uncertainty was hanging in the air, and Arthur refused to give up hope.
Merlin ran over to them.
He quickly assessed her condition, his heart racing as he tried to determine the best course of action. "We need to get her somewhere safe," he urg
