AN: Merlin belongs to those people at the BBC who like to make us cry.
Oh my goodness.
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To address some of your reviews:
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Oh, and I'd like to apologize in advance- this chapter is REALLY short. But there will be more!
Arthur, having hunted in these forests on countless occasions, had no trouble getting back in the dark. Soon, the trees started to thin, and the lights of the citadel peeked through the branches. He was trudging through them, mulling over what he had just witnessed, when he saw a slight figure ahead of him.
Drawing his sword, he stood silently behind a tree, watching. In doing so, he inadvertently stepped on a twig, which snapped beneath his foot.
The figure in front of him spun around, allowing Arthur to see his face. The king nearly gasped.
It was Merlin.
Of course.
No wonder he'd found out about Agravaine before Arthur, if he'd done this before! How often did Merlin sneak out to spy on the enemies of Camelot, and then foil their plans?
This feeling of not knowing Merlin was foreign to Arthur, and he didn't like it. He'd always assumed there were some things Merlin didn't tell him, but nothing like this.
Arthur stepped out from his hiding spot.
"Having a midnight stroll, are we?"
He got a bit of satisfaction at seeing Merlin jump.
"Arthur! What are you doing here?"
"Maybe I actually listened to you. Thought you'd be pleased."
Merlin frowned slightly, Arthur's tone was slightly harsher than he meant for it to come out. He felt angry, at Morgana, at Agravaine, a little at Merlin for endangering himself like this and a whole lot at himself for allowing this to happen.
Arms folded across his chest, Arthur opened his mouth, ready to demand answers. But suddenly, he took in Merlin's appearance, and he stopped.
Merlin was paler than usual. His eyes had bags under them, and he looked utterly exhausted.
What has he been doing?
Though Arthur would have liked nothing better right now than to drag Merlin up to his chambers and bombard him with questions, he wasn't going to force him to in this state. Having Merlin fully awake would probably wield better results, anyway.
He put his finger closes to Merlin's face.
"I am going to go to my chambers. You are going to go to yours. I want you in my chambers first thing in the morning, and you will answer my questions."
And with that, he stormed off towards the castle.
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Agravaine sat on his bed, staring at nothing in particular. He had to find a way to get rid of Merlin soon, because Morgana didn't have much patience with him. But how? He was with Arthur practically at all times, except -
Except when he was doing chores.
Agravaine smiled, stood up, and picked up a scroll of parchment from his desk. He knew how to get Merlin on his own. Now he just had to figure out how to make it look like an accident.
Smiling at the thought of Morgana's face when he told he'd killed the pesky servant, he began to write.
He would burn the parchment when he was done, of course. A pagefull of ideas of how to kill the servant to the king would probably cause suspicion.
I know, I know - Really short. But I will write another chapter, at least!
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