Next morning Arthur noticed the subtle change in Merlin's looks.
'You seem…relaxed.' he mused, and secretly he was glad that his manservant looked better, but the tension was still there. The way he looked at Arthur was different. Intense.
'I am. It was nothing a good nights sleep couldn't cure.'he was just standing there with no intention to start working just yet, his gaze never left Arthur.
The prince knew that look. He knew it so well. That was something he'd often seen girls sending his way. He certainly didn't expect to see that on his servant, and it was a little bit different. There was no shyness, it was determined, unapologetic. If Arthur didn't know better, he would have thought that Merlin was under some kind of a spell. He hoped he wasn't.
Oh, God, this is really happening. He wasn't imagining those funny glances. The recognition hit him hard and he turned away and looked out the window. It was all he could do keep from crossing the room and pin that lean frame agains the wall. He cleared his throat.
'What are you wainting for? Get to work.' he said, and heard movement behing him.
Someday. Soon.