The air was full of the heady scent of blossom. Nimue swayed captivatingly in the soft moonlight, an enticing smile playing on her lips.
Merlin reclined in the branches of the low-growing tree. She knew he was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her.
Every now and then, words both ancient and powerful, escaped her lips as she read from a book of magic. Every now and then, she deliberately caught his eye and laughed sweetly.
The look on his face told her all she needed to know.
Part 1 of The Beguiling of Merlin is told from Nimue’s perspective. To read Part 2, told from the perspective of Merlin, click here.
This piece was first posted on this site September 2015, here