A/N: Go easy on me I ask you ;)

To My Dearest Arthur,

When I call you "My Dearest" it is the only thing that feels right in my life. I wish wholeheartedly that I could tell you the truth, but for all my fervent wishing I cannot bring myself to do the one thing that would allow me to freely continue with my life with no fear of death or your hate, which would be worse in my mind.

Alas even that course of action would not ever allow me to speak my feelings to you. You would surely hate me if I did.

But this letter is one of confessions, so that I need no more lie to you. The truth is My Dearest Arthur, I have magic. I am a warlock and I love you with all my heart. With every breath in my body I love you. I would give anything for you . Even throw away my magic or sell my soul.

I only hope that you will one day understand and perhaps even return my feelings. Until that day I will faithfully serve you with mind, soul, heart, and magic.

Always yours Merlin

Merlin sighed as he read his letter again. He was lying on his less-than-comfortable-but-more- comfortable-than-he-was-used-to bed. It had been a long day.

He had got Arthur his breakfast, cleaned Athur's room, polished Athur's armor, mended Athur's clothes, and dressed Arthur for weapons training. That was his only break as afterwards he had to draw Athur's bath, prepare Arthur clothes and attend court with him, then serve Athur's dinner, make sure Athur was ready to sleep and do Athur's laundry.

When he got home he was bone tired and starving, so he had taken his meal with Gaius, ignored any comments about overworking himself, and gone to his room where he went over his letter again for a reason he did not understand.

Merlin had loved Arthur since a week after starting to serve, despite how contrary Athur had been,and how pointless loving Arthur was . After he realised he was in love with Arthur, serving him had been easy no matter how cruel he was sometimes.

He knew he would do anything for Arthur even give his life, and with all the trouble Arthur attracted he might just have to. He had had many near death encounters and he knew that if he died he would want Arthur to know who he truly was and how much he loved him. So he decided to write a letter.

He had written this letter a month ago and layered it with two enchantments to prove that he did have magic since Arthur didn't believe he had it in him. The first was to preserve the letter from anything that could destroy it and the second was an animation spell. He had enchanted a rose as red as blood to bloom and wilt on the parchment. He had also written a simple To Arthur on the front.

Ever since Merlin had finished he would read it and sigh longingly after coming to his room every day . He would imagine giving the letter to Arthur, and Arthur embracing him and accepting his magic and love. Then he would sigh put his letter aside and fall asleep knowing that that would never happen only to wake up the next morning and repeat the process. What Merlin didn't know was that tomorrow would change everything and that his life would never be the same.

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