AN: This is my first try at a fanfiction and I'm not sure whether to continue. Mainly from Arthur and Merlin's point of view, may have others if I continue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin
APOV
Another day, another execution. Since what happened with Merlin father has been obsessive with the persecution of magic, I wish I could have left with him - but Merlin insisted I stayed here, said it was 'my destiny' or something. Idiot, he should have been more careful.
"Anything else you require sire?" Joseph asked politely
"Not today" I sighed.
He left, quickly. Joseph was a nice lad, a bit too dull though... I never get to have the banter that I did with Merlin, he is too concerned with actually getting his job done. I smirked, then looking at the time went to sit through another of my fathers rants about 'the war against magic'
MPOV
I'd thought, after leaving Camelot, I wouldn't have to spend my time cleaning out stables - but no such luck.
"Hey Merlin you finished yet?" Eve's voice teased "come and get
something to eat before you start eating he horses" I laughed then rushed inside.
"Wow, you've cooked something edible!" I gasped clutching at my heart.
"Shut up! It's hard enough finding food for a 'criminal' let alone cooking it"
"Are you talking about me or you?" I asked innocently and then ducked to avoid a flying spoon.
"I'm new here they don't know about my past so - dunce- I was talking about you."
We sat down, this bickering was part of everyday life - we'd even started tallying who won the arguments. She stopped eating then smiled.
"Uther is still furious that you got away, I wish I could have seen his face." she suddenly grew serious "Do you think you'll be able to go back - when Arthur is king I mean, I knew you two were close but did he know? You never talk about him..." she trailed off looking hopeful. I bit my lip, unsure.
"Yeah, he knew"
"Then why-" she started but I cut her off
"I told him to act shocked, if his father found out he knew it would cause turmoil and while I doubt Uther would execute his own son, he might have been exiled." I
rushed the last part tripping over my words - trying and failing to
end the conversation before I got too obviously upset.
"But surely he could have helped?" she persisted oblivious to my inner
struggle for calm "I mean, he could have... Um... Kil - claimed it was
a hoax or something"
I smiled at her sudden change of words - she knew my hatred of bloodshed. But also her expression - she was unsure, not the norm for her - usually she resolved situations through violent means this 'emotional stuff' as she called it threw her.
"Maybe, bu - but that didn't happen" I stood up quickly and left,
leaving her looking out of place.
"Sorry" she called after me softly.
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