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Arthur stormed off, not caring whether or not Merlin was with him. He felt humiliated and rejected. Princes do not get rejected he thought angrily. Especially by their own manservant of all people! Huffing angrily, he stomped through the forest not caring who or what he disturbed.

"Dammit Merlin!" he growled, blaming the raven haired man for all these feelings and emotions he now had. Princes can't afford to feel, he told himself. Feelings were just another sign f weakness and Princes can't afford to be weak either. Arthur cursed his father under his breath and all his damn rules that did not allow him to tell Merlin how much he cared. He broke through the trees and came to a lake. He froze and gazed across the lake, a sense of unease beginning to bubble in the pit of his stomach. He felt there was something about this lake, something he should remember but he couldn't quite place it. Arthur walked along the water's edge, looking at his reflection; how could Merlin have resisted this? He knew he was good looking and he was strong and rich and powerful and...the list could go on for miles. The point was he could have anyone he wanted...should he want anyone that is; but he didn't. He simply wanted Merlin. Moving away from the lake, Arthur sat down on a rock and continued his sulking

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Merlin wandered through the forest shaking his head in bewilderment. Had he really just turned down a kiss from Arthur, the Prince of Camelot, man of his dreams? He must be ill...or maybe Arthur was! It would explain his bizarre behaviour Merlin reasoned. Then it hit him...Arthur was under a spell! Why else would Arthur have tried to kiss him? He was totally in love with Gwen. Sighing miserably, Merlin pushed his way through the trees and came to the lake. The lake Arthur nearly frowned in, the lake he had hidden Excalibur in, the lake...the lake where Freya was. He saw Arthur sitting on a rock not too far from the water's edge.

"Of all the places," he muttered before tentatively walking over "Arthur?"

"Finally caught up then?" Arthur snapped.

"Erm...yes," Merlin replied, looking down briefly before meeting Arthurs glare "Sire?"

"Yes Merlin?"

"Are you feeling well?"

"Never better," came the sarcastic reply.

"It's just..."

"It's just what?"

"You don't really seem...yourself."

"And how do you know what myself is?"

"Well considering I've worked for you about 3 years now I would have a pretty good idea when you're acting out of sorts!" Merlin retorted

"And how do I seem to be acting out of sorts?" Arthur sneered .

"Well...you know," Merlin shifted awkwardly "when we were in the clearing..and you..."

"I what Merlin?" Arthur growled.

"Well it seemed...you know...well that you may have..." Merlin mumbled growing redder by the second.

"Spit it out Merlin!"

"Thatyouweretryingtokissme," Merlin's face was now glowing.

"Try again."

"That...you were..trying," Merlin's voice was getting quieter with each word "to..kiss me" he finished in a whisper

"Why on earth would I try to kiss you?" Arthur asked scathingly "I was trying to save you from a possible ambush. Maybe next time I'll let you fend for yourself and let you get shot and killed. Then I could get a much more competent manservant. What do you say to that?" Merlin remained silent "I asked you a question Merlin."

"Nothing,"

"You have nothing to say?" Arthur questioned in disbelief.

Merlin nodded and looked back down at the ground and moved from one foot to the other. He hated this place with a passion; hated how this was where he had nearly lost Arthur and hated how this was the place where he had lost Freya. Sniffing, he blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Merlin?" Merlin looked up quickly to see Arthur gazing at him, eyes now full of concern "What's the matter?"

"Nothing,"

"Merlin I..." Arthur trailed off and frowned at Merlin before shaking his head. "Come on...let's get back." He moved forwards and made to pat Merlin on the back but Merlin turned and began walking off, not even thinking to wait for Arthur who let him lead, seeing he was too eager to get away from the lake.

Merlin sighed heavily as he reached the clearing once more and strode quickly across it. "MERLIN!" Arthur yelled. Merlin continued walking with a roll of his eyes "MERLIN GET DOWN!"

"I'm not falling for that one again you prat!" Merlin snapped and continued walking

"FOR GODS SAKE MERLIN!" he heard Arthur scream in panic and felt himself being shoved to the ground for the second time that day. Scrambling to his feet Merlin saw Arthur fending off a wyvern "GET OUT OF HERE MERLIN!" Arthur yelled, sparing a quick glance at his friend. He turned back to the creature before him and lifted his sword to strike it. The wyvern however, was too quick for him and quickly clawed at his chest. Clasping at his chest, Arthur sunk to the ground gasping at the pain in his chest. The Wyvern was circling above him and he saw it dive down, about to make its final blow. Feeling to sore and disorientated Arthur closed his eyes, unable to find the strength to move and waited for the creature to end his pain. Suddenly, he heard an ear piercing shriek and his eyes darted open to see Merlin, one arm raised as he directed a golden beam of light at the Wyvern before it disintegrated into nothing. He watched as Merlin turned to him, his golden eyes full of concern as they faded back to their usual blue "Merlin?" he managed weakly before everything went black.