“Don’t fret, good woman. It wasn’t adultery. Your husband was already dead at his fortress. Merlin will confirm everything. It was his clever sorcery that cleared my passage to your bed.” My breath caught in my throat, but the awfulness in her whisper told all. “That was you? With his face, his body? How did…How could you?” “You rejected my admiration and spurned my advances,” said the King. “What choice did you give me, truly?”
Uther is a disgusting man. So is Merlin for enabling his behavior.
