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Freya clapped her hands together excitedly and dragged Merlin so that they were in ankle deep water, she knelt down and offered up a hand to Merlin, as though he was the woman and she was the man.
“Lord Emerys of Albion, The strongest warlock in all the lands and last dragonlord,” She glanced up devilishly, “May I have this dance?”
Merlin smiled softly, “Lady Freya, Guardian of the lake of Albion and most importantly, my wife, I accept.”
And with that, he placed his hands in hers and they began to dance. As they stepped through the water, it swirled and splashed gently against their legs. They danced with practiced ease, it was an odd sort of dance, no one taking the lead, both simply spinning and laughing.
“Ready my darling?”
“Always”
And with that they started rising out of the water, not by much, but it made it seem as though they were walking on water… or perhaps they really were. Merlin's eyes shone gold and a trail of gold dust lingered around their feet as they ventured deeper into the lake. The moonlight cast upon them was bright in contrast to the forest surrounding them, their smiles shining in the gleam of the night.