Nothing But Mercy

But he had to, he had to, whatever they said of his father and whatever shame he felt in so marring his legacy. The deaths could not continue. Magic was not so rare as the nobility wanted to believe. At least a third of Camelot’s population were sorcerers, or had the capability to become so, an absurd number for a kingdom that steadily lost such kinds to execution and magical attacks. It was as though magic was being called here, centered in his kingdom, and he could not fight it any longer. The Disir had given him a choice, and he stood by his answer. He’d gone in alone before them and left with a new vow. Magic would be free, and Arthur would honor its gods.  "The Disir" rewrite