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Arthur signed and press his face deeper into the pillow. His body felt heavy from the trashing he just took. He pressed himself just enough away from the bed to see the bruises starting to form on his stomach.
Off the whole two weeks this was happing this was by far the worst day. He can feel the anger slowly burning in him. He was tired off killing people – his people- innocent people even if they did have magic.
Not all of them can be evil. Surly they aren't all evil. To him it looked more like they wanted to try and make a living with there families. Arthur choke back a sob. He is so tired off this. And Uther expects him to go out there in two days' time and do it again.
By the time Merlin made it up to his room, was Arthur so angry that a goblet was send to his head and a harsh 'get out'. Merlin merely duck and got closer to him. He got used to seeing him like this. Ever since the attack well Uther's demands were steadily getting worse and worse. Arthur couldn't even talk senses into his father's head without a screaming match.
Arthur pushed himself from the table. "I said get out!" His breathing was fast. "Just get out." The last part came out as a sob. Before anymore words could be said was Merlin against him just holding him. "Arthur…" Merlin's voice trailed off. It seems that his name alone, was enough to start the tears.
"I…I can't do this anymore. Those people are my people. An- and I am killing them. They didn't do anything wrong. Merlin. Those people are innocent. Why do I have to kill them?" There was silence in the room for a moment. Merlin was softly rubbing his back.
"Because the king fears magic. He would always try to destroy it, and with you and the knights well he doesn't have to get his hands dirty." Merlin's voice was soft. Arthur knew he was telling the truth.
"We can always move them to a safe location." Merlin suggests. He could see how tired Arthur was. Arthur immediately pushed himself away from Merlin. The movement made the bruises pull and he put his arm protectively over his stomach. Before Merlin could ask him if he was alright Arthur started to speak. "How would we move them?" If there was some why to get them to safety, he would gladly take it.
Merlin was silent for a moment. It would be easy enough to use a transport spell to the camps and move them away. But Arthur still didn't know about his magic.
The silence stretched over a long time before Merlin give a sigh. "Promise me you won't get mad?" His voice was soft but the fear in it made Arthur look up. "I promise." "I am a warlock." Merlin kept his hands so that Arthur can keep them in sight. Arthur started to shake his head. "No, please you have to leave. Please. If father find out." Arthur could feel the fear rising in him.
Merlin had to grab Arthur arms as he started to pull on his hair. "Stop that. He wouldn't find out. I promise you; I have been keeping this secret since I step foot in Camelot." His voice was fast and urgent. Arthur pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes.
They sat there for a few moments. "I can't lose you." Arthur breath out. "You won't, I would always be with you even in death." Merlin give him a slight grin. "Come on it is time to face the world again. And leave the camps to me, I will make sure they are moved before the evening is done." Merlin grin was bright and warm.