Ten is for the number of roses given to Y/n on the day Arthur decided to court her. Each petal shaped perfectly like the gorgeous specimen that it is, each thorn as sharp as the one before.
Nine is the number of picnics Arthur escorted Y/n to, the blanket lying underneath them as they feasted on crackers and cheese. The only sound being their voices, as to them the rest of the world did not exist.
Eight being the number of balls or feasts they hosted as a couple, the pair of them dancing all night until their feet ached and their limbs shook.
Seven hidden smiles during each council meeting, and every time they caught by one of the surrounding knights causing both Arthur and Y/n to lower their gaze, smiles on their lips and blushes on their cheeks.
Six bridesmaids carried the trail of Y/n's dress as she walked down the aisle, and six groomsmen waiting on either side of Arthur each awaiting the bride.
Five 'I love you's' conspired between them every time the other left on a hunting trip, or to nearby kingdom.
Four planned children, each with their own name and personality. Each with hope that they would achieve great things.
Three simple words holding two complex people in a tight grasp.
Two souls, knotted together in an everlasting love,
and only one goodbye.
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Merlin imagines
FanfictionPutting yourself into the world of Merlin where you can be in love with anyone you want, or if you prefer hate anyone you want. REQUESTS CLOSED
