Author's note: Thanks again for the feedback, short chapter, sorry. Anyway, though this isn't the last chapter, I have managed to finish this story, and should be getting my math homework done today, so I guess I counted my chickens before they hatched with the whole 'updates slowing down' thing. Sorry.

I am disappointed in Syfy. Putting Merlin off until May! Why? I really envy those that live in the UK.

Disclaimer: Merlin and all its characters don't belong to me.

Arthur stood in that position for what seemed like quite a while, running through what he had just saw in his head and organizing his thoughts.

The laundry was doing itself, the armor was floating in mid-air, his sword was being levitated against a stone, and, right in the middle of all this organized chaos, Merlin was scrubbing the floor with glowing eyes. There was only one explanation.

His clumsy, stupid oaf of a manservant had magic and was practicing it in Camelot in the Prince Regent's room! How stupid was he?

Arthur shook his head. Merlin's stupidity was irrelevant. So this was what he had been hiding…

How could he have kept this from him! His manservant had magic and didn't decide that it was a good idea to tell his best friend- oops. Did he just think that?

But then Arthur thought it over and realized why. Magic was banned in Camelot! By telling anybody, he was practically signing his death warrant! Arthur knew that he wouldn't trust his life to Merlin- would he?

Then Arthur thought about it, and realized that he would, and Merlin had already saved his life several times over! Probably more than he knew! Why didn't he trust Arthur to repay the favor?

Then it hit him- Merlin didn't think of him as a true friend. He wasn't willing to take the chance and see that at least Arthur valued his friendship more than he valued his father's stupid law! He didn't trust him!

He would definitely have to confront Merlin about this.

And that discussion around the campfire was sounding more promising by the second.

Arthur decided that it was a good time to move when Gwen walked by, stopped, stared at him with a raised eyebrow, and continued on her way when she realized that the prince was having one of his moments. Arthur didn't want rumor getting out about his moments.

He walked down the hall, deciding on a training session.

Now he just had to figure out an excuse for it.

Bah, he was the Prince Regent! Who needs excuses!

...

"So, tell me why we're training again?" Gwaine asked incredulously as he fanned himself, amused at Arthur's excuse.

"Because… we need to practice fighting in the heat," Arthur said, then frowned as Gwaine laughed out loud.

"This training is just an excuse for you to hit something, isn't it?"