Well, I'm hesitant lately... and because of this hesitation, this story may have some more delays while I try to sort things out. Someone wanted to translate my story into their language, but wanted to keep all the credit for it. I won't mention any names, but this truly shocked me.

I mean, I'm flattered that they liked the story and all, but it was realistic to deny that request right? I don't know... I feel mean about it, but at the same time, it's my story and I feel really unsettled with letting someone else take the credit for it. T-T Help? What are your opinions?

"We... we were courting?" Arthur stuttered, staring at the girl absently, "How could I just forget something like that?"

Merlin, who was trying to keep a straight face behind the two, muttered sharp words, "To be fair, you did forget many things."

"Yes, but..."

Merlin's expression went blank as he looked to Arthur, "You're making it out to be more impossible than it really is."

"Merlin, I didn't know."

"I know." he retorted, "but it doesn't matter."

Guinevere looked between the two, confused, "Am.. am I missing something?"

Merlin's lips twitched up into a broken smile suddenly, as if just remembering that the girl was even there, "No, nothing at all miss. I'm sorry to be interrupting your reunion." he started to leave, but managed to speak again before doing so, "I'll be in your chambers when you're done catching up."

There was something so dreadfully wrong about his smile. It was cold and pained, a smile that quite didn't reach his eyes. Arthur felt sick to his stomach as he watched Merlin turn and flee, Guinevere returning her attention to him, almost all too happy to have him to herself. She offered him a blush-ridden smile, "I mean no ill will towards your friend, but I'm glad we are finally alone." she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear shyly, "We have the chance to talk now..."

Arthur already had someone... he was prince. A handsome, well brought-up, and obviously taken prince. He was so unavailable it was heart-breaking. Merlin held himself as his steps down the corridor became quicker and more urgent. He already knew that his chances of staying with Arthur were slim now that they were in Camelot, back in Arthur's home, but his odds were worsening by the minute. Arthur was becoming further out of reach the longer they stayed there.

It was like the world was trying to fight him; Mother nature and her cruel tricks.

He finally reached Arthur's chambers and forced himself inside.

The door slammed shut behind him as he fell onto the bed with a tired demeanor. He nearly suffocated himself in one of the pillows as he held it tightly to his face, screaming into the soft material in attempts to get some sort of stress release. Merlin could feel his heart pounding in his head as his lungs became short of breath and he had to pull away. His eyes became wet and stung at the corners.

Arthur had such a good life in Camelot, and everything was well for him. Once they figured out what was going on with his doppelganger, what was going to hold him back from that life? Merlin knew he would become an obstacle and a burden. It wasn't out of self loathing he thought this, but with the want of Arthur to have the great life he deserved. It was his destiny.

He let out a shaken sigh as his limbs became weak and his eyes tired. A beautiful girl, who would make a great queen.

You couldn't have two kings, it was unheard of madness! A king and a queen. It was just how the world worked.

Sorry that this is a bit of a shorter chapter than usual. What do you think Merlin will do with this knowledge?