She shook her head. "You wouldn't say that if you knew what my fate was." She turned her head to look away from him. She'd avoided telling him because she was afraid of what he would think. The old Merlin had known and accepted it, but that came with age. He had lived his life. A young man with his whole life ahead of him wouldn't be pleased at the idea of being locked away. "I don't want to lose you."
Then, of course, there was the danger of betrayal. To go to a realm of dryads and nymphs and satyrs in her... condition. She was weak, and she doubted a nymph would be so gentlemanly. Perhaps she could find a shopkeep here that sold chastity belts.