A/N: I'm in the process of cross-posting my recent Merlin fics from AO3, and this was first published last September.
"Before I do this… I need you to know that I have always loved you."
Lancelot's eyes bore into Merlin's, a pained gaze while the fingers of his free hand flex against his thigh, as though aching to reach out. Merlin, opposite, is still as stone, with just the barest flicker of a warning glance sent in Gwaine's direction.
In the space between, Arthur can only watch, unable to act.
Merlin's expression doesn't shift from cold determination, even as his voice fills heavy with dread. "I've never doubted it."
Lancelot sighs, and then it's time. Weapons drawn. He lays down his card.
"Uno."
