Author's note: This is little bit of an AU. Mostly spoilers for season three but there won't be a lot of that. Might have spoilers for season four but there won't be a lot of those either. Freya didn't die during the Lady of the Lake episode and they hadn't needed to leave Camelot.

Fortune had smiled upon Merlin and Freya. The search for Freya had been called off. Merlin found an old house on the edge of Camelot for Freya and him to live in. Things had been going perfectly but things can never stay perfect for long in Camelot. Buried secrets are unburied and danger lurks behind every closed door.

Trust is hard to give when accusations of sorcery are being thrown about. Those with magic should have felt more welcomed once Arthur Pendragon had become King of Camelot.

Prologue:

Linnet, the midwife, had once told me that it would be far kinder to let my newborn daughter die in the woods than to let her later burn on the pyre. I had stood aghast at that statement as I listened to her rant and rave about the dangers of magic. Once she was done ranting, I had lied through my teeth as I gently pushed her out the door of my small home, "I suppose that it is a good thing that my daughter has not any relatives that possess even the smallest amount of magic!"

My darling Freya had heard everything that had fallen from that foul woman's mouth. She held our daughter close as tears had begun to trickle down her face.

"Oh, Freya," I had sympathetically murmured as I walked towards her pale figure.

"Merlin, what are we going to do," she softly cried out.

"I'm not really sure about what we should do," I had admitted to her.

"Once I gain my strength back, we can leave this foul city."

"Suspicions would be aroused if we did that," I reminded her.

We had talked about leaving Camelot months before our daughter had been born. Any way, it was in the middle of winter. Who in their right mind would leave in the middle of winter? There were some days when I had wondered how I made it to and from the castle during the winter time.

"We need to leave, Merlin! I won't have our daughter burning on a pyre," she frantically told me.

"I won't have it either," I responded hotly to the unintended poke at my honor, "but if we leave now, we could all see ourselves on the pyre, sentenced to death!"

"I know," Freya weakly moaned.

"Can I hold her," I gently asked my wife.

Freya handed over the baby as she weakly told me, "I feel so tired."

"I heard that is only to be expected," I had told her, "Rest a little. You deserve it."

She had smiled at me before she slowly obeyed.

Author's note: Chapters will quickly become more exciting and longer. This piece was supposed to be part of Chapter One but it didn't seem to fit in. Reviews are welcome. I'd like to know what you think even if you hated it. I don't have a beta but I do proof read and edit what I put up here. The goal is to improve. :)

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