Part 12:
link “Long live the king! Long live the king! Long live the king!”
The voices ring out through the throne room, cheering their freshly-minted young sovereign, looking absolutely resplendent in his dress armor and best cape, Excalibur at his hip, crown on his noble brow.
He looks petrified, Gwen thinks. She knows that she and Merlin are the only ones who see the overwhelmed boy behind the charismatic leader, the fear just the tiniest glint in his eyes.
The others will undoubtedly mistake it for grief over his father....
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