The moment Merlin stepped into the prince's chamber, he knew that that would be a point of no return. He had always been an open book to everyone, but his master knew him exceptionally well. How he managed to hide his magic from him this far was as big a mystery to him as it was to Gaius. But when it came to his feeling, his eyes always betrayed him, what was the point in trying?
He stubbornly held the blonde's gaze, almost daring him to read his eyes, and he could have sworn he saw realisation crossing the other man's face.
'What are you waiting for? Get to work.' Arthur was probably steeling his voice, but it gave everything away as it broke.
Merlin moved to pick out the prince's clothes for the day, and he was secretly smirking to himself. He saw what he wanted, and he would take it. It was enough. For now.
The answer was there all along. He softly chuckled to himself as he left to fetch Arthur's breakfast, humming absentmindedly. As much as he wanted to deny it, he was in love. So it did turn out to be an enchantment after all.
The End