Deep into the night.
Merlin sat in her chambers, the dim glow of a single lamp casting shadows over her desk.
Her quill moved with purpose, scratching across the page as she scribbled down intricate spells into the Book of Laviatus.
Her expression was one of pure focus, eyes burning with determination.
Ha Joon's freedom.
That was all that consumed her mind.
She had tried everything—pleading with Artoria, begging for mercy—but the queen had been unmoved, resolute in her decision. Now, Merlin had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.
Kink!
She placed her quill back in the jar, eyes scanning the pages she'd filled with spellwork.
"Is this enough?" she muttered to herself, fingers tracing the glowing runes now tattooed permanently onto the book's pages.
