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Elyan smiled at Merlin's concern for him. It was comforting to have someone there for you. "There's no need to be worried," he began. After all the worst was over. At least he wasn't possessed any more, that was always a positive at least. "My heads just a bit out of it; which isn't too bad considering." Considering the spirit of young apparently vengeful child had taken over his body. Yeah, he was absolutely fine and dandy. He just guessed the whole experience got to his head and that annoyed Elyan more than he'd care to admit. It was like trying to remember a dream, and having no success whatsoever. It frustrated him out of his mind; almost literally.

As Merlin answered his question Elyan groaned at the horridness of his actions. How could he have done that? He'd been told about it before but still, hearing it being confirmed again was terrible. He had already asked that question of himself and decided there was no point in making his headache worse than it already was. "Since when is Arthur not someone's target?" Elyan attempted to jest. But it was a viable question. The man or rather his father has more enemies than anyone Elyan had ever known, and Elyan had known quite a lot of people. It would've almost been amusing had Arthur's life not been in constant danger. "Did I...was he hurt by...me?" If Arthur had been hurt, spirit or not, Elyan would still feel hugely guilty. He genuinely hoped no harm had come to the king, despite everything he was still a good man.

“I think I prefer my life now, to what it was once.” Elyan smiled gently at her words. "Family does that to you, I guess," he said quietly. Family was a gift, he knew that. They were the only people who have the ability to forgive you no matter what. Elyan knew he had caused Gwen and his father pain when he left them but his sister had openly welcomed him back into her life. He would be forever grateful for that. Who knew, maybe since Elyan had settled down considerably in the recent years he would find someone to love. Maybe this red-headed noblewoman was changing his mind about marriage and love. The thought amused him.

“You must forgive my ignorance, I have been away from court for a while.” Elyan chuckled. "That's quite alright my lady. We've only just met today after all. I didn't expect you to know and I quite enjoy surprising people with that little nugget of information." He grinned widely like a child. When she spoke of Gwen and Arthur being happy together, Elyan simply smiled. He was incredibly happy for his little sister; she smiles so brightly whenever she's with her husband. Their father would be so proud of her, just like him. It was impossible not to be. When Caitrin mentioned him becoming an uncle with a wink, Elyan laughed. "That would be lovely. I'd spoil the child silly." Although he knew his or her parents would do a good job of that themselves. "Maybe my niece or nephew could be a playmate for the little one," he motioned towards her belly smiling. "They could become friends." It was a pleasant thought.

He grinned at her tease. "I'm sure you'll build a grand red-headed army that will seize the castle and take over Camelot," he jested. What a sight that would be to behold. He smiled at her question. "Well seeing as Camelot gets attacked more frequently than any kingdom I've ever seen." It was almost comical. "We're just keeping watch for any intruders, or anyone who'll want to harm the people in the castle." There was always a possibility of an attack on the king and queen or any of the occupants, more so in this castle since Arthur, or rather his father seemed to have an unlimited amount of enemies. He spoke on of his reunion with his sister and at her question he closed his eyes in memory. "Well, I was captured by Cenred's men in an attempt to blackmail my sister to lure Arthur to him so Cenred could kill him." Odd circumstances indeed. "We all escaped of course and then I stayed in Camelot with Gwen."

He listened intently as she answered his question, chuckling inwardly at her reaction at the prospect of being married to some nobleman. At her final words Elyan nodded slowly. "I guess Camelot just does that to you," he smiled. Elyan loved Camelot as home, with all of his heart. "She makes even the most stubborn of people love her." They walked on and turned a corner.

Elyan would have almost thought it was comical, the way Merlin was trying to word his sentences. But then again it probably was a little difficult. How would one broach the subject of being possessed? He noted the way Merlin wasn't using any words that would specifically refer to what happened, instead settling with saying 'that.' Elyan wasn't exactly going to break down into tears and sob all over the floor if Merlin dared to say the word 'possessed,' but he appreciated the gesture none the less. He strongly appreciated everything Merlin was offering. It was exactly what he needed; just someone to talk to. He just wanted to get everything off his chest, whatever that was.

"Well thanks for coming, that's exactly what I need." He sighed. As Elyan began to think of what he wanted to say and get off his chest, his mind went blank. Not blank exactly, it was like there were so many things and questions in his mind, he couldn't pick one out to form a coherent sentence. It was overwhelming. He moved towards the edge of the bed and sat with his head in his hands. He could feel the headache getting worse. Moving over slightly, Elyan left room for Merlin to sit should he wish to. He looked up and said the first thing that came to his mind; the first thing that could coherently come out of his mouth. It was what he had probably thought about most since he had been 'exorcised' and regained consciousness. "What exactly did I do while he was in control?" He felt like he needed to know, for he'd only really been given a vague idea. "Because to be honest I only really remember bits and pieces." He could hardly explain it. It was almost like when waking up for a few minutes while sleeping, and not really being sure if you're awake or still dreaming.

Elyan smiled warmly when Merlin revealed he was just checking up on him. It was refreshing to know that he had a friend. "Thank you, Merlin," he began sincerely. "That means a lot." It truly did, knowing that despite everything he had apparently done, even though he was possessed, Merlin came to check up on him anyway. Only a few of the knights had come before, and it was extremely brief. "I'm about as good as anybody would be if they had just been possessed." He tried to be light-hearted in his words but it came out weaker and had almost the opposite effect he had been hoping for. It left the atmosphere with a slight awkwardness, with Elyan's evident failure at lightening the mood after having a pretty much traumatic experience.

"I can always come back if you're busy, or were just about to head off somewhere?" Elyan shook his head quickly. "No, I'm not busy, and I'd love some company." He stepped aside and opened the door wider so that Merlin could step inside the room. He didn't want Merlin to leave. His constant cheerfulness always left a smile on everyone's faces. After everything that's happened, Elyan could really use it. He just wanted someone he could maybe talk to for a while, or just take Elyan's mind off things. Merlin was always the one you could talk to if you needed cheering up, and Elyan definitely needed cheering up now, or just anything to get him out of this depressed state. He hadn't spoken to anyone about what happened. Maybe he could talk to Merlin.

He smiled warmly at her kind words. “I was never one for settling down either, now look at me.” His eyes flickered down to her swollen belly. "Now look at you indeed," he said quietly, more to himself than her. He could hardly think of settling down and having a wife let alone a pregnant wife. He was sure his reaction would be priceless. It might even be the one thing that could manage to make the very manly Elyan faint. He tried to snap out of his reverie but the image of a screaming and crying little Elyan looking baby, which ate and pooped, and pooped and ate wouldn't leave his mind. It sent shivers down his spine. He didn't hate children, no of course not. On the contrary he liked them but he'd just rather see them from afar, when they're not being little annoying demon babies.

He was amused by the surprise on her face, at the realisation of him being the queen's brother. He loved to tell strangers that little fact, usually the people from out of Camelot that would visit his forge while they were passing through. They would mention the queen sometimes and he'd just casually tell them of their relation. He would never get tired of their variety of reactions and the priceless look of surprise on their faces. One man who was fairly old and came to him for a horse shoe thought Elyan was lying and that he was crazy. Now whenever that man visits the forge Elyan has to try so very hard not to burst out laughing at the deliberately patronising and condescending tone he uses whenever he speaks to him. “You must be incredibly proud of her.” He grinned widely at her. "I'm probably the proudest brother in the world. There are no words to describe it." His baby sister was queen, how could he not be so very proud of her.

Elyan chuckled at the evident tone of longing in her voice when she spoke of wanting more red heads at court. He couldn't help but nod in agreement. "It would certainly add some colour to the court." He could already picture the army of ginger nobles raiding the court of Camelot. He inwardly laughed. Smiling at her suggestion Elyan nodded. "I'm sure walking would probably help me keep watch." He began to follow as she led the way, taking a few quick steps to walk beside her, not that he had to walk to fast.

He paused for a second at her question before thinking of how to answer. "No, not always," he began walking at fairly slow place next to her so that she wouldn't have to try and keep up with him. "I spent most of my childhood here, but quite a few years ago, I left." It had been a hard time for his family. "I travelled across the land just enjoying my freedom, learning new things," he remembered fondly. "It was wonderful, but a few recent years ago I was reunited with my sister in the oddest of circumstances, but that is a long story." He remembered the wonderful feeling of euphoria when he saw his sister after so many years, despite the circumstances. "I have stayed ever since." He looked over to her. "What about you, what brought you to Camelot."

Elyan visibly relaxed when the Prince spoke of wanting peace. That was fortunate. Elyan had no doubt with that in mind that they would be successful in their treaty. He would have to ask Gwen about it later. He was intrested now, with how it would all turn out, now that he had met Sebastian. Peace was most definitely better than the alternative. Peace meant that not a drop of blood would ever have to be spilled. Elyan knew that was what Arthur was striving for, what he wanted as the foundation of this new kingdom he was building. Arthur wasn't as proud and stubborn as his father, not to say he wasn't proud and stubborn at all. But he knew what was right for the kingdom and the people above all else. He had Gwen anyway, who would always manage to keep him level-headed, Elyan knew that.

He listened on as Sebastian spoke of his fathers' wrong doings. Elyan knew all too well of Uther's wrong doings, but he had moved on long ago. Not for a second did he ever blame Arthur for his father's death though. In Arthur, the blacksmith saw hope, hope for a prosperous future for Camelot. He imagined, judging by what the prince had said, he was the same. Wanting to prove he was not a mere shadow of his father. Elyan admired his courage in wanting to fix his father's mistakes.

Albrethia! He had heard of it. "Albrethia, I haven't had the pleasure of going there, but I have wanted to." When Elyan went travelling all those years ago, he had seen many places, but he hadn't had the chance to visit Albrethia. "I hear it is a stable and prosperous kingdom, is it doing well?" He asked with sincerity.

Elyan smiled warmly at his words of appreciation. As he spoke on about money Elyan gently shook his head. "Money isn't of importance," he didn't need it. "I am merely sharpening the blade." Usually he wouldn't charge for such a thing. "It is a trivial task." It would be borderline rude of Elyan to ask money for something as simple as sharpening a sword. It was fair, as was all the money Elyan accepted. But in the past, on more than one occasion, nobles usually strongly insisted Elyan take the money, which would also usually be a large amount. Those were the richer and kinder nobles, who weren't stereotypically snobbish and conceited. He wondered if this man would be the same.

Sebastian. So that was his name. It rang a bell in the back of his mind as if he'd heard the name tossed around the castle among the nobles and sevants. He hadn't really paid it any mind. Elyan noticed he failed to include a title, whether intentionaly or not, he didn't know, but decided he wouldn't pry. If Sebastian didn't wish to share that particular piece of information then he would respect that. He held his hand out as Sebastian spoke, inquiring his name. "Hello Sebastian, it is a pleasure to meet you," he smiled warmly up at him. "My name is Elyan," he introduced himself. "And there is no need for recommendations, though I appreciate the offer," he chuckled. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you speaking with the King?" Elyan knew it was not his place to ask the question but it seemed his curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Elyan had been working on a dagger for one of the nobles, Sir Philip, his name had been. It wasn't a particularly difficult job he had made plenty of daggers before. More and more people had been coming to him for their needs in weaponry, it seemed he was an alright blacksmith and word had gotten around. More nobles, especially, had been coming to him recently and they no doubt paid handsomely. Elyan couldn't help but notice that the increase in productivity at the forge seemed to have happened in sync with the time he had become the queen's brother. It seemed they thought being in good favour with Elyan would put them in the royals' 'good books.' But Elyan did not really have a huge part in such politics, so it their efforts were for naught. Although he couldn't complain, the extra business was great, and he wasn't exactly going to tell them to leave.

Many had expected Elyan to stop working at the forge after the recent turn of events. But he hadn't stopped when he had become a knight, why should he stop just because his sister married the King? His work had never been a chore; it was more of a privilege. Quite frankly, he loved it. He wasn't going to stop just to meet 'social standards.' He never had a care for it and he wasn't going to start now. He wiped his forehead as he continued to sharpen the edge of the hot blade, it wasn't near ready yet, but Elyan had been feeling particularly ambitious today and had been hoping he could finish the dagger. But the hot metal was being stubborn, so it seemed he would have to wait for it to set and finish it tomorrow morning. He turned his back to the desk he had been working on and contemplated taking a bath, he probably needed one. But he could hear the faint sound of rain on the roof of the forge, so he would probably have to wait.

He closed his eyes, leaning on the desk and took a deep breath. The previously hot coals were but burning embers now and the slight crackling sound soothed his mind a little. He was startled at the sound of a knock on the door. He hadn't expected anyone to come, especially with the rain outside. Elyan made his way to the door. Maybe it was Gwen, although her visits had been becoming rarer; he completely understood though. Elyan opened the door to reveal a slightly wet man, he looked like a noble from the way he was dressed, quite a rich noble too. But Elyan couldn't say that he recognised him. Maybe he was from out of Camelot. "Hello Sir, how can I help you?" He said politely, opening the door further and stepping aside, so the man could could come in.

Elyan had never encountered anything like these, almost ghosts in his life. It was terrifying. He could feel it in every cell of his body that something not natural had invaded this world; the world of the living. So many people were dying and the bodies were only piling up. It was a horrible sight for any man to see; people who were alive yesterday, dead today. That was how it seemed to work with these...monsters. They seemed to creep up on you and if you weren't fast enough, well then that's it for you. You die instantly. So many families were mourning and crying for the loss of their siblings, parents and children...oh the children. It was truly horrid, and apparently all these deaths were at the hands of the witch Morgana. How she could sleep at night was beyond him. She must have the blackest of hearts and darkest of souls.

Elyan was preparing to go on patrol with some of the knights. He was acutely aware that he could very well die out there, but he was a knight of Camelot; it was his duty. He lit a torch and prayed it would be enough to keep him alive just for this patrol, so he could protect the people. He wondered how his sister was in that moment, if she was alright. He knew Gwen was in the castle right now, but was anywhere truly safe from these dark spirits? He decided the castle was probably the safest place she could be, and he hoped beyond hope that she would be alright.

He began to make his way to the courtyard where he spotted a few other knights. They were his brothers of heart and he would protect them on this patrol if need be. He held onto his torch tightly, while walking towards them. He could never be too cautious with these things around. They could kill him when he least expected it. So, his solution was to expect it at all times. He spotted his friend; brother, Percival there. "Percival, do you have everything ready?" He asked, referring to the things they'd need on patrol. He saw that all of the knights there had been lighting torches; their only weapon. God knows how long they'd last. But he had to have faith. Faith in Arthur that he'd bring this chaos and fear to an end; that he'd send those hellish creatures back to where they came from.