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Merlin sat on his new bed, taking in the room that had once been his masters, but was now his. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he could not figure out what had happened. Why was he the Prince? Was his whole life a lie? Did the mother that brought him up know? How would she react when she finds out that the boy she loved was not hers? Merlin shook his head and wiped his tears away. He should not be thinking like that, his life was real and he was not the Prince of Camelot. Why was he even here? Simple, because his master ordered him to be.

Merlin thought back on that morning only a couple of hours ago and remembered something...

He barely ever followed orders...

Merlin stared at the scales, mouth wide open. He could not believe it, this could not be right! He turned round to face Uther.

"I know what you're thinking," Merlin said, pointing his finger.

"Go on then," Uther said, breathless.

"You think I'm the Prince, but I'm not, I'm not... T-tell them Gaius!" he said, looking at his mentor for support and help. However, none came his way.

"As much as it seems impossible Merlin," he said walking up to the boy and putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It is also possible, and it has been proven scientifically that you are Uther's son," he said, but Merlin did not believe him. He threw Gaius's hand off his shoulder and took two steps backwards, shaking his head. The tears started to come now. Why was he crying? He was such a girl at times! Turning his head, he looked at Arthur pleadingly.

"Arthur..." was all he could manage to say. The former Prince walked up to his friend. A million things went through Merlin's head at once. He was going to say it was all right, that he believed him. Maybe he was going to put a hand on his shoulder or hug him.

"Your Highness," Arthur said, kneeling.

"No, Arthur..."

"That is no long my name Sire and I beg forgiveness for all the horrible things I have said and done to you –"

"You are the Prince, Arthur, not I!" Merlin insisted but then he saw Arthur's body slump.

"Not anymore Sire, I wish you all the luck with your new title," he said, standing up.

"I follow your orders!"

"Then follow this last one," he snapped and Merlin stared at him. "Be a good Prince and one day, a good King..."

What happened next was really all a blur. His stuff (which was not much) was moved to Arthur's chambers, Gaius agreed to look after Arthur and found him some clothes of his new 'rank' that fitted. All this happened whilst Merlin was sat in 'his' chamber waiting for Uther to return from informing the council and from ordering the tailor to fit him with some new clothes and from informing the black smith what size he would need his new armour. He didn't want armour, he didn't want to be a knight, he didn't want to be a royal, and he didn't want to be Prince!

He wanted to be Merlin... Simple Merlin that hid his magic from everyone and tried to save the Prince from evil and help him become the greatest King ever born as that was his destiny. Yes, he wanted to be simple, simple Merlin again.

There was a silent knock at his door and Gwen popped her head round the door. Merlin looked up at her and managed a smile. Wiping his tears away, he cleared his throat.

"Look a mess for a Prince don't I?" he stated more than asked. Gwen shook her head and closed the door behind her.

"No Merlin, of course not," she sat down beside him and put an arm around him, pulling him close. "You look just fine... Just got to wipe those tears away and put a smile on your face and you're you again," she said and Merlin did it straight away. Flashing his best grin, Gwen smiled. He looked away, still smiling.

"Do you think I'm the Prince Gwen?" he asked, almost ashamed to ask it. Gwen rubbed her hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know Merlin. By birth right, I just don't know, but what I do know is, that if you are, you have the making to be one," she smiled and Merlin laughed. "What?"

"Nothing."

"I'm being serious here," she said, starting to laugh herself. Merlin was clutching his stomach. "You're kind, despite what Arthur says you do have a brain and you have a very big heart," she insisted.

"You kind of covered the big heart thing with kind," Merlin said. Gwen went to open her mouth, but the door flew open, making both jump out of their skins. Automatically after seeing the King both stood and bowed. The King mightily walked over to them.

"Arthur you don't have to bow," he looked at Gwen, "but she does." Merlin looked up and frowned. Uther frowned and then realised. "Of of course, you've responded to a different name your whole life! We'll ease you into your real name," and for once in Merlin's life, Uther actually smiled at him. Merlin blinked, mouth open as Uther turned to the man behind him. He turned to Gwen and she just shrugged.

With his back turned, Gwen made a run for the door. Merlin wanted to call after her, wanted her to stay, but he could understand why she wanted to leave. When she reached the door, she turned round and mouthed the words 'Good luck'. Merlin nodded and she was gone.

"Sire, shall we begin," the tailor asked, whipping his tap measure out. Shoot, thought Merlin as the tailor grabbed his arm violently.

He was in for it now.

Arthur sat down on his new bed in his new room – both used to be Merlin's – and wondered. What would his life have been like if he was never swapped at birth? Does this make Merlin's mother Hunith, his mother? He has a mother, but no father now. Does this make his name Merlin? Will he have to leave Camelot? Uther probably wouldn't want to look twice at his 'fake' son. What of Gwen? He'd be able to spend all of his days with her.

Moreover, Merlin...

Merlin wouldn't last one day as Prince, he knew that much. He'd die within five minutes of training with the knights, he wouldn't last one mealtime with Morgana and Uther, he hates hunting and they do that at least once a week (maybe more) and he definitely won't be able to keep up with his Princely duties. Merlin would just die!

Arthur sighed. What if Merlin was right, what if he is still the prince? What if this all went wrong somehow?

Who am I? He thought.

By the time Merlin had been given some new clothes, had a bath, had his haircut and combed, and got some new boots, he wasn't actually able to tell if it was himself he was looking at in the mirror.

The boy in the mirror had a short hair cut that was slightly spiked up, but (luckily for Merlin) still with masses of black hair. He already missed it looking like a mop. His boots were comfortable and made out of the finest leather. They were polished beautifully and looked amazing. Merlin was actually able to see his face in the brown material. His trousers were a fine dark brown and he wore them with a very fancy and shiny belt. His top was a bright red shirt that was hidden by a black and red leather jacket that was tight fitting, but made him not look as skinny in a good way.

Uther smiled at his son's new look and when he turned his back to thank and pay the tailor, Merlin looked back at the mirror and shook his head, biting his lip.

Who the hell am I? He thought, wondering if his question would ever be answered.

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