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Speaking

Merlin didn't speak for a week after the 'incident'. The pain was still too raw and painful to even think about expressing anything with words. He just continued on, going through the motions of everyday life.

Get up. Eat breakfast. Bring Arthur breakfast. Do chores. Eat lunch. Get Arthur lunch. Train with Arthur. Collect herbs for Gaius. Do more chores. Eat dinner. Serve Arthur's dinner. Do more chores. Sleep. Repeat.

He didn't mind and even managed to find free time in between doing all that. When he did have a few extra minutes, Merlin would go and find more chores to and at one point even washed an entire flight of stairs.

Merlin saw the strange looks that he got from Arthur and the knights but mainly they came and from the other servants. He was quite infamous in his role as the prince's friend and was often seen as the servant who wasn't a servant and should not have the privilege of being the prince's manservant. But he was also seen as the servant who had brought the prince down a couple notches from his lofty perch and humbled him slightly. He was the man who would always stop to help if a basket of linen was dropped even if it made him even later than he already was.

Everyone seemed to realize that he would rather be left alone and so no one bothered him as he went about his tasks. For that the servant was grateful.

He had experienced true love for a few short days before it had been snatched away by the very man he was meant to protect. He didn't blame Arthur, not really. The man had seen the girl as a threat to his people and had acted as he'd been brought up to. Merlin knew that she didn't choose to be a beast, but Arthur and the knights hadn't.

Merlin could understand the feeling of adrenaline when people you knew were in danger. He'd felt it himself in Ealdor after his mother had come to Camelot begging for help. He couldn't blame them.

Merlin finally decided to speak when he realized that he was doing no one any good by remaining silent. The halls were too quiet for his liking and sometimes he found that he wanted to have a conversation with someone. He was remaining silent as a tribute to Freya and after a week, Merlin was simply tired.

When he said good morning to Gaius for the first time in almost a week and a half, Merlin couldn't help but notice the way the old man's face lit up. The same happened as Merlin walked through the hallways between odd jobs. People would smile back and sometimes make a joke. Even when he spoke to Arthur, Merlin could he the note of relief in his voice.

Merlin hadn't realized how much people really cared about his happiness and he allowed himself a barely there smile. Maybe everything would be fine.


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