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Punish, Pain, and Fear

Lila wavered. She didn’t think a king could beg, but right now Arthur was a man whose friends were dying for him. He wanted to be at the front, saving as many as possible.

“Sire -”

Arthur reached for her. “I’ll need a hand up. Once I’m on my horse you’ll have to hand me my sword.”

Lila nodded, took his hand, twined her fingers with his, and started to pull. Arthur winced, and she paused, but he shook his head and gestured for her to continue, so she pulled again.

And then Emrys was by his side. “Arthur! Are you mad? You’re hurt! It’s a good thing Lila got that metal out of your side.”

Arthur took a deep breath. “Emrys. So good of you to finally join me. Aren’t you supposed to be my court sorcerer and physician? Cast one of your healing spells and let’s finish this.”

Emrys placed a hand against Arthur’s side, murmured under his breath, and his eyes went silver.

“It still hurts,” Arthur said. “Are you trying to punish me?”

Emrys shook his head. “No, My Lord. I –” He tried again. Fear lit in his eyes.

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