Merlin...has magic?
"Merlin has magic..."
Uther's ghost vanishes in a tendril of smoke, his last words to his son ringing through the empty throne room. Merlin can barely breathe, and it's not just due to the fact that there are two spears embedded through his jacket, suspending him a few inches off of the ground; the look on Arthur's face is really what makes his heart pound so heavily, his breath to quicken until he's panting.
Merlin's voice is crackly with fear. "Arthur- please, I can explain-"
And then he falls silent, because the King of Camelot begins to laugh.
"Sire...?"
Arthur's fit subsides after a long moment but the smile stays fixed on his face, even after the ordeal he's been through. "You, Merlin...with magic?" He lets out a loud guffaw, rattling the candelabras lining the room, and Merlin flushes. He should be glad that his secret's still safe, and he is, but it hurts, just a little, to know that Arthur thinks the idea of his manservant having magic is ridiculous enough to treat as a joke. "Merlin, Merlin, Merlin...my father obviously just wanted me to turn against you. Which wouldn't be so difficult after that little poetry session of ours-" Arthur puts on a grim, suffering look, "But magic? Ridiculous."
With that, he chuckles to himself again, tucks the Horn of Cathbhadh into his belt and strolls away out of an open side door. Merlin pauses for a moment, dumbfounded and relieved and a little confused at the same time, before realising something.
"Arthur!" he bellows. "How am I supposed to get down?"
"Why, you'll use your magic of course!"
Merlin knows he will never live this down.
Author's Note: I had to. Because I could totally see this happening. Please review. (: