"You truly believed I would execute you."

"Of course."

"Why?"

"You don't care for me nearly as much as I do you." Merlin explained with a resigned sort of detachment.

Arthur was befuddled. He couldn't have honestly thought that, could he? It was stated as if was fact, but Arthur knew it couldn't be. There had never been anyone he cared for more than Merlin. No one else he would wish to be with at all time, to love and cherish and be with the bits of wisdom and understanding he always provided.

Arthur stared for a bit more in utter disbelief.

"I knew you were a fool, Merlin. I never could've guessed how much," he said, thinking deeply of all he could express to help Merlin see how he loved him so much it hurt. "You are the person closest to me, Merlin. I would never let you go."