Merlin's POV:
Arthur was like Autumn, crisp as the fallen leaves beneath your feet and he smelled like the forest did when Autumn came to its door. He was red and yellow, blazing like the leaves before they fell off the trees. His smile was contagious, even though he didn't show it often, always feeling like he had to be his father, an emotionless man, always doing what his father thought was right. But there were times, beautiful and wonderful times, when he showed me who he really was behind the mask. He was kind, and caring, and brave. He never wanted anything bad to happen to anyone, especially the people he cared about the most, and especially Camelot. He showed how much he cared in the worried glances he gave people, in the way he stood on the roof of the castle and looked out over the city, and when there was a plague on Camelot, the way he tried his hardest to stop it. How he sacrificed his life for me, who was only his servant. He never knew, but I was his protector, and had sworn to myself that I'd protect him forever, while saying that I'd be his servant until the day I die. Turns out, that day came sooner then either of us expected. I died in his arms, which was exactly the way I wanted to go-not alone, but in the arms of someone who I loved and who loved me back. He carried my body to an ancient oak tree and dug the grave by himself. I missed him, I still loved him, and I promised him, silently, that even though I was no longer visible to him, I'd never leave. I remembered all the times we were together, the way he smiled and how heart broken he looked, but determined, when he drank the goblet full of poison for me. He was my Autumn, and he'd always be my Autumn, never Winter. He was beautiful, and strong. I loved him with every ounce of my being, enough to live for him, enough to die for him. I knew that he would hurt after I died, but eventually, he'd be fine. We'd meet in Avalon one day, and be together forever.