Arthur took a weary seat next to Merlin and exhaled deeply, thinking of all the goings on of the previous meeting. Lost in thought, Merlin did not acknowledge the future King's presence immediately, but eventually looked up to see the blonde's blue eyes studying him, "What's wrong?" he said.
"It's nothing," Merlin replied, though it was obvious it was something very big, "How did the meeting go?"
"They have agreed to the terms," Arthur confirmed, though he still seemed ill at ease.
"You don't seem to be to happy about it,"
"All I can wonder about is what my father would think..." Arthur admitted. Merlin was the only one that he could confide in.
"You have done the right thing Arthur, with this truce, we will regain Camelot and the war against magic will end," it had taken Merlin a lot of convincing to get Arthur to even consider this. Part of this convincing was telling Arthur that Merlin had magic. At first it didn't go well, but Arthur was not unreasonable. Eventually he saw that making a pact with the druids was the only way. Those born with magic seemed to be the only ones that this God could not control.
"I hope so,"
"No you have," Merlin said, reaching out to Arthur and putting hand on his shoulder, "You were born for this Arthur..."
Arthur nodded reluctantly, and rubbed his face with his hands, "This all happened so fast," he started absently, "So much has changed, you, Morgana...who would've known," Merlin swallowed hard at the mention of his lover's name on Arthur's lips, "I hope she's alright, and Gwen and my Father,"
"Everything will be alright, you'll see," was the raven haired boy's response, though his voice seemed to hold less conviction than moments before. He too was worried about Morgana. Leaving her behind was the hardest thing he had ever done, but he had to protect Arthur, to get him out of the city.
"We should get some rest," Arthur said, Merlin nodded and watched as Arthur lifted himself out of the chair and went to his quarters. Though Merlin did not go, instead he sat there for a very long time contemplating. Arthur was safe, the druids had agreed to help...maybe it was time to go back.
Quickly, Merlin scribbled out a note and left it for Arthur to find in the morn. By then it would be too late for him to follow. Pulling his raggedy brown jacket close around himself, he entered into the brisk night and made way for Camelot.