Merlin frowned at the assumption. "Are you the one who is going to be asking the questions?" He asked and then Merlin was falling to his knees and screaming in agony as the mark on his arm began to burn. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.
"S-Sorry." Merlin told him and tried to regain himself. "My father is angry about something."
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