A/N: Just a random one-shot I kinda threw together when I was bored. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Unfortunately.
"Arthur – I'm a sorcerer."
The prince looked up at his manservant, barely registering what he had just said.
"You're late."
Merlin's face clouded.
"Didn't you just hear what I said?"
Arthur sighed.
"Yes, Merlin I heard you. You're a sorcerer. I know."
"I know this looks bad but… wait – you know?" He regarded Arthur with a look of shock, amazement, confusion and fear.
"Look, Merlin. You're really not a good liar. You're always in the right place at the right time. And I'm not as stupid as you think I am. I mean, really, how many times have branches conveniently fallen on someone who was about to kill me? Not to mention the fact that you actually told everyone when Guinevere was accused of using magic. Did I ever thank you for that by the way?"
"Erm, no…"
"Well, thank you."
"But your father –"
"Doesn't need to know." Arthur rounded on Merlin, his eyes sincere and a little hurt. "Do you really think that after everything we've been through that I'd just march you to the execution block?"
Merlin fought hard to keep back the tidal wave of emotion that was threatening to overwhelm him.
Then he grinned goofily.
"Aww, Arthur. I never knew you cared!"
Arthur swung his fist at Merlin's head. It missed by a mile, which only seemed to amuse Merlin further.
Glowering at his servant's laughing face, Arthur made to stalk off.
"Arthur, wait!" He turned back to Merlin who, though still smiling, looked infinitely more serious. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Seriously – don't."
They looked at each other for a moment. Merlin couldn't believe the weight that had been lifted from his shoulders. His friend knew him and accepted him for what he was. Maybe now he wouldn't need to polish so much armour.
A/N: Hope you like! Please review.
