No new words, due to a craft project that proved harder to get done than expected. But I've transcribed the last scene of Chapter 15.
Excerpt:
“This must have been a glorious place in its heyday,” says Merlin, amazed; because not even the Camelot he knows can come close. “I wonder who the people were who originally lived here.”
Vivian shrugs. “Who knows? For the next two days, though, it belongs to us,” she takes his hand and leads him towards what once must have been the royal bedchamber, if the enormous, four-poster bed with its brocaded curtains is any indication. It seems firmly existent, too, unlike the rest of the castle. “Shall we follow Lord Herne’s advice?”
Merlin feels his ears burn. “I… I wouldn’t know how,” he admits. The only woman he’s ever been drawn to was Freya, and she was killed ere they could have gone beyond kissing.
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on 2020-07-19 05:05 pm (UTC)Excerpt:
“This must have been a glorious place in its heyday,” says Merlin, amazed; because not even the Camelot he knows can come close. “I wonder who the people were who originally lived here.”
Vivian shrugs. “Who knows? For the next two days, though, it belongs to us,” she takes his hand and leads him towards what once must have been the royal bedchamber, if the enormous, four-poster bed with its brocaded curtains is any indication. It seems firmly existent, too, unlike the rest of the castle. “Shall we follow Lord Herne’s advice?”
Merlin feels his ears burn. “I… I wouldn’t know how,” he admits. The only woman he’s ever been drawn to was Freya, and she was killed ere they could have gone beyond kissing.
“Don’t worry,” says Vivian gently. “I shall teach you.”