Mithian brooded under the stars. Her heart ached. Arthur’s rejection stung her pride. Her mother’s necklace had gone missing. She sighed. A single tear streaked her cheek.
A throat cleared startling her.
Merlin smiled and held the necklace in his hand. “Thought you’d miss this.”
Her heart soared. “Yes! Thank you!” She accepted it.
He bowed with only a brief look between them. For a second, his eyes glowed. He vanished as he’d appeared.
She sighed. She considered her treasure. Good men did reside in Camelot. Perhaps Love’s answer was there all along.
Magic, it seemed, came in all forms…..