Merlin stood frozen as the prince glared at him from across the room, betrayal evident in his eyes as he quietly closed and then locked the door. "You're a sorcerer?"

"I can explain!" Merlin cried as Arthur rested his hand on the sword strapped to his waist "no! You know magic is forbidden, yet you still practice?" he yelled whilst simultaneously drawing his sword and holding it to Merlin's throat. "Arthur please" Merlin begged when he was forced to back up against the wall.

"Don't speak to me!" he growled menacingly. "i trusted you!" he mumbled and the anger left his eyes only to be replaced by an overwhelming look of sorrow, it didn't stay long and soon the anger was back. "My father was right; magic is evil!" he pushed the blade harder into the flesh of Merlin's neck but hesitated. "Arthur, please let me; i never wanted to hurt you!"Arthur snarled and thrust his sword towards Merlin; stabbing him through the chest.

Merlin sat up in his bed suddenly; sweat glistening on his body in the moonlight that reached into his room from the open window. Merlin bought his hands up to his face a dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Won't happen!" he said into his empty room before slumping back into his bed and welcoming the slumber as it tugged him into its warm embrace.