AN:Merlin is not mine.

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okay, so some people did not read my previous author's note saying I was not planning on expanding on this story. However, a few did, but requested that I write more. So, I wrote you guys a second chapter. And before you yell at me, I KNOW this chapter is insanely short. The main purpose was to get the story going- yes, I will be writing more, even if it won't have much of a plot -, partly because I realized that was kind of a crappy ending, but mostly to leave this note to you guys, which I sincerely hope you are taking the time to read. If I get a review telling me this was a short chapter, I will be considerably pissed.

Arthur rested his head in his hands. He couldn't believe what Elyan had told him. All those things Merlin had done in a few months! The more he heard, the more he felt guilty that he couldn't even try to repay the debt he owed the sorcerer.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"He loved you like a brother, you know."

Lancelot had found him. Conflicted feelings rose in Arthur at the sight of him.

Lancelot gave him a sad smile. "I know what you're thinking. And I want to tell you that I never would have done that willingly. I am ashamed to say that Morgana summoned me from the dead and forced me under her control. I gave an enchanted bracelet to Guinevere. Please believe me when I tell you I am truly sorry for what happened. Gwen's heart belongs to you."

Arthur stood frozen, processing this.

"Why couldn't someone have told me this earlier," he groaned. He wished he had known this while he was alive, or at least to have a few more minutes alone with her knowing that she might never have betrayed him if it weren't for Morgana.

He looked over to where she was sitting, watching through the clear glass that allowed them to see what was happening to the living. She had not spoken to him since her outburst yesterday when she had asked Arthur if he meant what he said to Uther.

Speaking of which...

He looked at his father, who was sitting by himself, scowling. He still hadn't managed to convince him that Merlin wasn't just another evil sorcerer.

He sighed. "Lancelot, I'm trying to convince my father that Merlin is not evil, it's the least I can do for him. Do you know anything that could help?"

Lancelot smiled and settled next to the former king.

"We might be here a while."