King Merlin helped lady Morgana up from the floor. "Do you know why this is happening? You have never been able to show memories to others."

"I don't know. I just want to be normal."

King Arthur grinned from ear to ear. "Why'd you marry the most powerful warlock in existence then?"

"Merlin's the WHAT?" Prince Arthur said, his voice slightly irritated.

The Queen, who, even if not as well as Merlin, knew the prince, could tell he was either about to lash out and do something he would regret, or pass out from lack of ability to process and exhaustion. "Let us all turn in and have the rest of the afternoon to calm down," A pointed look in the Prince's direction," and rest. We can discuss in better detail at dinner."

The rest of the day passed slowly, consisting of Merlin and Prince Arthur sitting in the latter's assigned chambers. Merlin would occasionally glance at his Prince, only to look down ashamed when he saw Arthur staring at him.

Arthur's face wasn't angry, per-say, but happy or pleased it was not.

Arthur himself wasn't sure what emotions his face portrayed, but with the way Merlin was looking at him, he assumed it was probably not good.

He wasn't mad at Merlin. He was more, upset. Upset that his best friend didn't trust him enough to tell him his secret. Upset he would even have this secret. The boy, man, Arthur corrected himself, was truly an idiot if he thought coming to Camelot was a good Idea.

King Merlin sat with Lady Morgana in the cave under Camelot, which He, Arthur, and their significant others had turned into a small and calm area to get away from the worries and responsibilities of the court and kingdom.

"What will we do with them, Merlin? And Uther? We can't keep him under a sleeping spell forever! Thet would be low by your standards. Arthur would want to talk with him, for one." Morgana asked, staring at the brightly lit cavern walls.

She added in a quieter voice, "They saw, Merlin. They saw what I did. Your scars. Both mental and physical." A small chuckle escaped her lips. "Why can't we just be normal. A servant and the king's ward, that fell in love."

Merlin grinned. "It does say something that we consider that normal."

"A prince and servant falling in love? Totally normal! It may have never happened before, but more normal than two figures of druid prophecy, destined to love each other, by chance, born in different ranks, so they had an enchanted seer, who wasn't actually evil, out to get them thrown off the thrown and as far apart as possible.

"The seer later falls into conflict with the protector of prophecy king, causing them to be at odds for almost seven years before he learns that she was enchanted. He took the enchantment off, and before that could happen was cursed to relive torture.

"The seer and protector fall in love, against all odds, and help defend the previously magic-hating kingdom. With magic." Merlin ended with a grin."What do you mean our lives aren't normal?"

Morgana laughed, the pleasant sound echoing off the walls. "Completly normal."

They sat in each other's arms for hours, almost not realizing it was almost time for dinner.

Over the last few years, they had become each others crutch. Morgana would often wake with nightmares of things she had done. Merlin was the only one able to keep her from the edge of sanity. When Merlin would have flashbacks, it was either Morgana or Arthur. Morgana could show him she wasn't enchanted, and Arthur was the other half of his coin, the one that could make him whole.

"We could run away. Leave our destiny behind." Morgana suggested with a weary sigh.

Merlin began to shake his head and protest with vigor. "Last time I tried that, she died. Anyone that distracts me from destiny, they end up dead."

"Hmm," Morgana replied with only a humm, already distracting herself with messing with Merlin's callused hands, rubbing her fingers over them. (Sorry anyone who isn't into the little bits of fluff thrown into this. I can be a helpless romantic sometimes, and I am in a mood.)

King Arthur ran around the castle, speaking with knights and lords, reviewing documents. The life of a king was tedious, even if he knew it was rough being a servant. (A body-switching magical bout had left him in Merlin's body for a day. That wasn't fun.)

His mind would wander to his father in his brief moments of rest. He wanted more than anything, to speak with him. He knew it hadn't ended well when he spoke with his father's spirit, but it was still odd knowing his late father was alive and well in a bed on the other side of the castle.

What would he say? What could he say? He had already told him he was wrong about magic, then knocked him out. He knew that wouldn't sit well. He could say, Hi father! I know we had a bad first impression, but I would like to catch up with you, even if I know what is going on at the moment even better that you and it would mostly be me scolding you! Yeah, somehow, he didn't think that would work.

Arthur stopped in his tracks. Merlin had some explaining to do.

Merlin made his way toward the dining hall, keeping five steps behind the prince.

Arthur had seemed to come to a close on his opinion, even if he would not tell Merlin what it was, so it was better not to get on his bad side.

They passed the room where Uther was staying, only to stop abruptly what raised voices were coming from the inside.

"Idiot-sleep-you did!"

"Morgana-My fault-seriously-prat."

It was obvious who the voices belonged too, even if the sentences were to muffled to only hear parts.

The voices went silent.

"We know you're at the door." King Merlin called, his voice sounding like a sigh.

Merlin and Prince Arthur tore down the hall, smiles growing on their faces.

Spying on your best friend as he talks to someone is one thing, but trying to listen to a conversation between your future self and your future best friend in another.

Judging by the stupid grin on Arthur's face, Merlin could tell he felt the same.

Uther was led down the hall by his new sworn enemy and son.

Dinner, he thought with a wicked gleam in his eye, was going to be a spectacle.

Sorry it's been so long guys. School's been bad and I recently got really sick. So if you thought I gave up on my stories, YAY! Your wrong! (ok, that would sound so odd out of context) Don't give up on me yet! reviews and coments apriciated.