Arthur sheathed his blade. He wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I can't bring myself to hate you." The king smiled.

"That makes one of us." Wesley mumbled to himself.

Wesley sat down on the bed next to Merlin's corpse.

"I'm sure she would want to be buried in Liones." He said. "I'll bring her there next week.."

"Oh! That's right." Arthur blurted. "I wonder how Liones is doing with the azeels? Surely they're there too."

Wesley felt a sharp spike of guilt in his chest. He hadn't just put Camelot in danger, he had put Liones in danger too. But in all honesty, he didn't care much about that.

"I'll put a spell on her body to keep her from decomposing. We'll bury her at Liones when we know it's safe there. Next week, I'll go visit Liones and check on them."

"Sounds good!" Arthur smiled. "And hey, sorry for drawing my sword on you." He apologized, rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't worry about it! Sorry for killing Merlin."

***

A few months had passed since Merlin was found dead. And in that time Wesley and Arthur had been planning their wedding, leading the military against more azeels from the north, and studying the beasts they had in captive. The wedding was tomorrow and the knights had just finished a long day of guarding Camelot from azeels. To everyone's surprise, not a single troop died this time. Arthur and Wesley took the troops out to a local bar to celebrate. Since the two of them were underage, they were drinking hot-chocolate.

"To Wesley," Cheered one of the knights. "The soon-to-be-king of Camelot!"

"To Wesley!" The rest cheered as they clinked their glasses.

It was a cozy bar. People sang and danced to the music the bard was playing. The candles and lanterns gave the wooden building a warm and orange glow. The windows were frosty and snow was piling up on them. It truly felt like winter. Arthur and Wesley kept receiving congratulations from the drunken knights. It was all going well until one of them made the biggest mistake of their lives.

"Attention, everyone!" Said a knight as he clinked his spoon against his glass. Most people stopped to look at him, then others followed.

"My name is Sir Johnstan." He said.

"As we all know, the royal wedding is tomorrow. But I'm not here to wish the king and his boytoy a happy wedding." The man spit. All the knights whispered to each other, offended and disgusted at how he was talking to the soon-to-be-king.

"Boytoy? How rude!"

"What is this man doing!"

"He's had too much to drink."

Wesley wasn't offended. In fact, he just raised his eyebrows and laughed. He was appalled by the sheer audacity of this man.

When the whisperering almost died down, Sir Jonhstan continued.

"In fact, I think it's an affront to god that they're getting married! Two men shouldn't be together. King Arthur is no king if he would go against god in such a way! And Wesley is nothing but a slut who either wants to be king, or get into the kings clothes!"

"How dare you!" Cried another knight as he stood up and punched Johnstan in the face. "Wesley has been working harder than any one of us in order to put an end to the azeels. He's put his life on the line for us; he is truly a man worthy to marry King Arthur. AndKing Arthur has proven himself to us on countless occasions!"

"Why you..." Johnstan raised his fist to strike back.

"Enough!" Roared Arthur. The two men stopped fighting and the other knights turned to Arthur. "I know not everyone is on board with this. And I respect that. But people are allowed to have different opinions."

"But we can't stop you from fighting," Wesley interjected. "The wedding is tomorrow and we have to prepare."

After saying their goodbyes, the couple left the bar.

"Well, that was different." Arthur remarked as they walked home.

Wesley laughed.

"Oh! One moment. I forgot something."

"Sure. I'll wait here."

"No go back home. I'll catch up."

"Alright."

Wesley walked back into the bar. He cast a spell and transformed into the same girl he had turned into when Merlin walked in on him and Arthur.

"Hey, hot stuff." He winked as he tapped Johnstan on the shoulder. His voice had transformed as well.

"Hey-"

Wesley put his finger on his lips.

"Shhhh." He said. "Let's take this outside."

The man followed the fake women outside and behind the bar. Then, Wesley transformed back into himself.

"Hey! Wait a minute. You're not a lady- you're We-" The man was cut off when Wesley slashed his hand through the air, magically cutting his vocal cords in two. The mage's eyes were pure evil. Filled with anger and hate. The warm smile that Jonhstan always saw him with and loathed so much was gone.

"No one insults me. And absolutely no one takes a hit at Arthur like that." Wesley growled.

"Sacred Treasure: Release." Wesley felt a burst of energy emanating from Daeron, his Sacred Treasure.

"First, I'll turn your legs to stone." He explained as he shot a magic spell at his legs. Sure enough, they became solid stone. "Next and lastly, I'll cause your body to rot; much quicker than a corpse. You'll be forced to watch as you wither away. And in an hour you will be dead." He touched the homophobe's body and cast the spell. "Now, I'll teleport you far away so no one can find you."

The man's eyes were full of horror.

"Actually, I'll kill you here." Wesley smiled. "I'm not that evil."

Wesley placed his hands on the man's face, and blew it up. Then he snapped his fingers, and the bloody mess vanished along with the body.

"What did you forget?" Arthur asked as Wesley caught up to him.

"I thought I forgot Daeron!" He lied. "Turns out it was in my pocket."

"Well you might have lost it, actually. But it has the power to teleport back to its owner when it's stolen or misplaced!"

"Cool!"

The two walked back to Camelot castle. Arthur was completely unaware of the murder Wesley had commited. But in truth, he wouldn't have cared too much if he found out.