Ok, really sorry for the hugely long wait! Not 100% happy with this chapter, but I physically cannot look at it anymore :L thanks to everyone who put this in their favourites or put it on alert! I clicked on my emails and was like 'ohh! Need to write that!' :L anyways, this is just a bit of Arthur drivel until I discover where to go with it xD
Arthur hoped his lie hadn't been too obvious. He did remember. He remembered everything-taking Merlin back to his chambers and . . . Arthur recoiled mentally from the memory. That was impossible. It must have just been his imagination or . . . something anyway. He was the prince, and Merlin . . . Merlin was his servant. But even so, Arthur couldn't stop his mind replaying last night's events, showing him in detail everything that had happened-every kiss, every touch, every word . . . He groaned and ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair, trying to stop thinking about last night. He shouldn't feel this way-couldn't feel this way. He was crowned prince of Camelot! He couldn't be with a servant, let alone a male one. He frowned in frustration, his eyebrows drawing together, all he could think was 'why Merlin?' He could have any woman in Camelot and he wanted his useless, clumsy, utterly idiotic manservant? He shook his head in denial. No, it must just be a faze he was going through . . . or something. He couldn't actually want to be with Merlin. And anyway, even if he did (which he didn't), it wasn't as if Merlin felt the same way. Unlike Arthur, he actually had been completely drunk, and, unlike Arthur, he hadn't made the first move. Arthur on the other hand, had all but jumped Merlin. Granted, it wasn't like Merlin put up any kind of fight, but . . . he'd been drunk; an excuse that Arthur didn't really have.
Arthur sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the back of his chair. His mind drifted back to this morning, and he was yet again surprised at how . . . natural Merlin had been. He'd gotten up, got dressed and just carried out his usual daily chores. As if sleeping with a prince was normal. He'd even kept up his constant stream of talk. It still amazed Arthur how innocent Merlin could be-almost childlike-and yet still manage to be so wise and brave and, well, (although Arthur would never tell Merlin any of this) more of a 'man' than most of his knights. It was one of the many reasons Arthur lov- ?
Arthur's eyes flew open and he glanced around guiltily, glad that Merlin was out running an errand for Gaius. Loved? Arthur didn't love Merlin . . . did he?
An uneasy feeling was stirring in Arthur's chest, because if he was completely honest with himself, he did love Merlin. Undisputedly. God knows why, but he did. He closed his eyes again and buried his head in his hands. His mind was desperately trying to reject the idea-what about Gwen?-but it was pointless. Arthur was in love with Merlin.
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