It has been 8 years since his kingdom fell and he was forced to flee, 8 years since both his parents were killed. Now Merlin lives a new life as the manservant to King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. As Merlin was laying out Arthurs' breakfast he thought of all his old friends and he wondered if any of them survived the invasion. Tears started creaping down Merlins' face and he didn't see Arthur approach him, "Merlin are you alright?" he asked, his voice full of concern. He manservant replied, "I'm fine sire." "Oh no your not Merlin." "What do you mean sire?" Merlin asked with a hint of confusion in his voice. "You only address me as 'Sire' if your upset or hiding something from me so spill." Merlin bowed his head as he attempted to hide the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes, "I don't want to talk about it, it is one of these things I wish I could just forget." Arthur put a hand on Merlins' shoulder and spoke calmly, "You can trust me Merlin, I won't tell anyone if you want it to be kept a secret." Merlin nodded, "It might take me a while to tell you it all though." Arthur gestured to a couple of chairs, " Well take a seat and lets hear it then."
sorry its short but the next will is longer I promise