Merlin shoves his spell book under his pillow in a panic and relaxes as he sees Summer in the doorway. He nods and gestures for her to come in. Are you alright? You seem a bit… off.
She plops down on the end of the bed and puts her face in her hands. “Remember a while ago … I — you were telling me someone would come along who would see me and …” She trails off.
“Do you know a knight named Mordred?”
He raises an eyebrow, unsure of what she’s getting at based on the small bit she says. The Mordred I know is a young boy still, but I know that he’s a knight in some other worlds. Why, did something happen with him?
She blinks at him, puzzled. “Other w — ?” Then she shakes her head, dismissing it. Looking down at her hands, she swallows hard, and says, “I’m — I think I’m in love with him.”
Nevermind, he waves it off, making a mental note to explain some other day. Okay. Do you know if he feels the same way about you or not? he asks softly.
Twisting her hands together, shoulders hunched around her ears, she nods. “He said it, and I — oh god — I didn’t know what to say, I just stared at him, because I just — I couldn’t believe it. I mean, I knew it, I knew he meant it, but I — and then he just … he said his feelings weren’t returned and walked away and I … ” Her voice chokes off, and she sniffs. “I don’t know what to do,” she says, very small.