Arthur couldn't sleep again.
He hadn't been able to rest since the day that IT had happened.
Arthur tossed and turned, tortured by his actions. "WHY!" he yelled out to the empty air.
There was no bumbling serving boy to hear him now.
Furiously he grabbed a plush kingly pillow and hurled it into a wall. It made a soft thud and promptly slid to the floor. Angry tears threatened to spring from his watering blue eyes…Merlin had been more than his servant, he had been his best friend and most valued council, but all these years…a sorcerer?
Arthur couldn't fathom it.
"What was I thinking?" Arthur screamed at the top of his kingly lungs at no one but himself. The knights had left him alone, knowing he had to work though this himself.
Arthur sat down defeated at his desk.
Merlin had magic.
Merlin was his closest friend.
Merlin was desperately in love and Arthur had hurt & endangered them both.
"Why did I do that?" Arthur asked himself. He knew what it was to love, you'd do anything and everything for her.
You'd even reveal your true self.
A sorcerer. Magic user.
That was Merlin's true self.
…
…Arthur had been a fool.
"I must set things right." He realized. Arthur had let a month in a half pass already; no longer.
He organized a search party that morning.