Even after revealing his magic, helping repeal the ban, and being (unwillingly) made Court Sorcerer, Merlin never tells anyone about Freya. Not in the sense of actively keeping her a secret, but just...not mentioning it. When he's working, then he is working, and even though he's trying to be more honest, he's spent 10 years keeping secrets, so he doesn't just volunteer information. If he's asked, he'll answer, and it'll probably make sense, but it's kind of like trying to pick the right responses in a dialogue tree.
One day, the Round Table knights are out "on patrol" (a.k.a. fucking around in the woods) and a whole woman just. Comes up. Out of the creek they're sitting by. They know she's a sorceress of some kind because a) she walked out of a creek that is knee-deep at most and b) is still completely dry, but Merlin doesn't look surprised to see her, so she must be okay.
She doesn't really acknowledge them beyond a glance and a little nod (it's only been a year, they're working on trust) but she smiles at Merlin and gives him his Sidhe staff ("You left it in the still room. Again."/"Oops?") and says she'll see him for dinner tonight, and then she walks back into the creek and is gone.
The knights have Questions. Who is she, how did she do that, where did she come from, where did she go, why is Merlin leaving his staff in her still room (shut up, Gwaine), why are they having dinner? But they'll have to take baby steps to get there.
Elyan: Who was that?
Merlin, paying maybe ¼ of an attention: Freya.
Percival: And how did she...?
Merlin, tying the staff to his saddle: She's the Lady of the Lake.
Gwaine: And you're having dinner with the Lady of the Lake?
Merlin, unpacking lunch: Mm-hm.
Leon: Why?
Merlin, peeling an apple: Uh, because she's my wife and I like being with her?
The Knights:
Arthur, voice cracking: She's your
Gonna tell my kids this is Hamilton
The alphabet mafia-
Tea- I don’t like it, but literally everyone I know likes it, so I’m pretty sure I’m just the odd one out.
Beer- I haven’t unlocked that level yet.
Coffee- Love the smell, hate the taste.
Fruit Juice- The best thing on the planet, this is not debatable. 
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I’m sure someones already said this but I often see Tumblr described as a hellsite. This is fundamentally incorrect.
Tumblr is the faesite. Everybody is super confused and lost, you keep running into random places. Somehow you end up stuck there forever after interacting a couple of times. The people are all strange, everybody simultaneously seems to be from the future and the past as if time is meaningless.
In case anyone was wondering
Steph: I’m not going to do it. But what is stopping me from just, yknow, joining Jason’s henchman ranks?
Dick: Steph please-
Steph: It’s not Money. Money isn’t the issue. Is it morality? How far into the color wheel am I? What shade am I?
Dick: Shade? I don’t understand, but please-
Steph: What shade is ‘morally gray’?
Jason: 939597 is the hex code.
Dick: Jay for the love of, Steph isn’t going to be your henchman.
Jason: why? Cause she’s a woman? You got a problem with henchwomen? Are you being misogynistic towards the art of hench?
Dick: Hey hey it has nothing to do with-
Steph: I think I’m like two codes away from that color.