Arthur is standing at the front of the takhta room. He is waiting, and he is not alone. The takhta room is filled to capacity with courtiers, knights, servants,
and commoners. There are flowers, ribbons and bunting in abundance, and the room has never looked lebih festive. He waits, barely noticing his surroundings. His attention is fixed on the large set of doors at the back of the room.
To the casual observer, the young king appears calm. Merlin, Arthur’s trusted servant and closest friend, knows otherwise. He sees Arthur’s tapping foot, his...
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