2 Works by Khaniya
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“Why not?” Arthur began, shrugging lightly, dismissively “You need blood to live which I have. Why not let you take nourishment from me?”
“You make this absurd suggestion sound so easy.” Merlin replied testily “I could kill you.”
“You could kill me long before this.” Arthur snorted mirthfully, “You spoke of that fact very often actually.”
“Do not jest about this━not about this” Merlin snapped, his voice sounded afraid even to his own ears. He blinked away the tears threatening to fall, his lower lip quivered “I could lose control━lose myself. I will not endanger your life to satisfy my hunger.”
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After spending weeks unbearably hungry, Merlin confessed that Gaius’s blood-like potions aren’t curbing his newfound appetite. So, Arthur offered an interesting solution to his problem. The warlock isn’t into the idea at first, but he may grow to relish his lover’s trust.
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- Part 1 of With Your Hand in Mine, I May Be Divine
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The young prince had learned to understand grief and its cruel, burdensome taunts. How the aching loss of someone shook the soul, rumbling like a caged wolf. Jumping to bare its claws and teeth. The unutterable sorrow could darken a humble heart, leaving resentment in its wake. He’d seen the unwavering despair and bitter hatred of a grief-stricken man. Arthur had often grown wary of fangs with callous words and sharp remarks. He skilled himself in hiding discolored bruises with the scent of pride, and hesitation with a perfected smile.
A king could not let a mere bite befall him or even a tear to grace his eye, and a king he would one day be. He was taught well of his duties. How to set an example, be the better of the greatest men.
So, when Arther Pendragon was informed of the king’s death, he only stilled within his bed. A stunned gasp caught in his throat, his hooded eyes downturn to stare at the sheets beneath him…
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After the sudden death of Uther Pendragon, Arthur is thrusted into the role of king. As he is haunted by his father’s expectations, he uncovers hidden truths about those he trust. One wonders what destiny has written in the blood and sweat of innocence.