"Say that again and you will join her in exile forever," Arthur snapped at the man in front of him and he pulled cloak over his shoulder and began to walk away.
"You don't mean that," Merlin quite, smooth voice called over to and stopped him in his tracks. He closed his eyes at the words and turned to face the manservant once more.
He walked forward and with every step he spoke a word, "Oh, I meant it. Every word."
Merlin didn't flinch as Arthur's hand pushed him in the chest. He pulled his hand away. "No, Arthur, you didn't. You want to know why?" Merlin said and he took to walking forward and the king was forced to walk backwards.
"You would never send a man to exile with out a proven point, would never exile a man that could make do on his own. Would never turn any man away unless you see a reason that's unjust. You're a great king, a noble son of a king who made all the wrong choices that was to late to mend them in the end. Send me into exile you say, yes, but we both know you wouldn't do it. You know we both know that with out me you would be…. Say what you will but I know it tears you up in side that you sent Gwen away and now you whish to marry another. A noble women. You sent yourself in exile, Arthur not her. You've been in your own personal hell since you took that crown. Listen to me, Arthur, please. Listen to yourself and your heart because it will do wonders."
Arthur was up against the wall and he looked Merlin in the eyes. "You're also my friend that's how I know."
Merlin walked away and when he was out of sight, Arthur hung his head ashamed. Exile was grand except when you're in one of your own making. Yes, exile was grand.
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