Arthur sat with Merlin, trying to come up with a plan to deal with the current problem going on in Liones.

"It can't be helped. We must get involved." Merlin sighed, her eyes closed as if she's rather be anywhere else, "You're the king of Camelot. Putting your sword in whatever darkness is going on would be beneficial."

Arthur nodded, "I know that, but how are we even going to get close to the king? If you're right and they do have him locked up, what's our chances?"

Merlin sighed again, "Perhaps I need to think more over this. After all, we have time."

As they were discussing, you had been running across the castle in search of Arthur. He'd only just come back from a small excursion, and you had yet to see him. Was he hurt? Was he fine? You knew Merlin protected him, but you couldn't help but fear the worst.

Arthur left the sitting room, rubbing his face. He didn't hear you running at him.