"For the last time, Merlin, you're not coming!" Arthur and Merlin had been arguing for the past hour, delaying the hunting trip even further. Arthur did not want her coming along; Merlin argued that it would probably be safe if she was there.

"Arthur," said the servant, "I have magic. Everyone would be safer if-"

"No. You. Are. Not. Coming." He emphasized each word. Giving her shoulders a squeeze, he started to turn away.

"Why not?" she questioned, glaring all the while. She still hadn't completely forgiven him for hitting her, even if she had broken his nose.

"Just because-because-" his eyes slid to the spot where she had been stabbed all those months ago.

She rolled her eyes, noticing his concern. "Arthur, really, I've had worse-"

He grabbed her shoulders, eyes widening, and looked her up and down, trying to find the supposed wounds. "Where? When?" he asked hoarsely.

"Arthur, it doesn't matter. C'mon, we got a hunting-"

"Merlin," he said softly, staring her in the eyes. "It matters. Now tell me."

"It would take too long," she sighed with a note of finality. "And they weren't recent either, so really it doesn't matter."

"So they happened when you were a man?"

"Yes-I mean no- I mean- I'm still a man!" shouted Merlin, indignantly. "I just look like a woman, have the bodily functions of a woman, sometimes act and think like a woman, and dressed like a woman at Gwen's and Lancelot's wedding- Oh, what the hell, I'm a woman." She resigned to the fact.

"It didn't matter if you were a man when they happened," Arthur said quietly. "You still could have told me."

"You're still going on about that?" asked Merlin, dryly. She was picking up some crossbows for the hunting trip.

"Of course! You were hurt and you didn't tell me! From now on, I want to know when you're hurt, okay?" Arthur's voice quavered as he looked in her eyes. It suddenly felt very hot in there.

"Since when do you care this much?" asked the warlock (or witch now?) sourly. Arthur's face turned to a mask of hurt.

"Always," he whispered.

Merlin's face showed surprise. "Even…..even when I was a man?" she whispered back. "You've been treating me different ever since…."

He grabbed her waist, surprising her further. "Especially then. I didn't know you had magic to help get out of the messes you somehow fall into, back then. Many times I thought you would've-would've….." he lost his train of thought, looking into those cerulean eyes.

"But why?" In answer to her question, Arthur pulled her close and pressed his lips against her's. Someone opened their month and tongues started to get involved. It wasn't the most romantic place, the armory, but sometimes, people can't control when these things happen. The need for oxygen became too great and both came back up, gasping for air. Arthur felt something bubble in his chest. He just kissed Merlin; something he'd wanted to do since the servant had begun to grow on him. He never realized his feelings before, except when he thought her dead.

He thought of going back for more, but realized he should probably check to see if she enjoyed it first. Her face was ecstatic. Before he knew anything else, she pulled him down for another kiss. There would be no hunting trip today.

Several months later:

An old man watched proudly as the young king of Camelot stepped out on his balcony. Crowds had gathered early, waiting for him. He overlooked them, which silenced the peasants. Something was off about his eyes, the old man noted. A new gleam was in them; one that he recognized.

"People of Camelot," greeted the monarch. "I have a great joy to inform you of a repealing of a law."

Murmuring broke out among the people. The old man smiled, knowing what was about to happen.

"Magic, as is of now, legal in this kingdom," he continued. Many gasped, others whooped, and a select few had their irises turned gold. "However, any man found using it against Camelot will be tried for treason. Dark magic will be prohibited."

Many just shrugged this off. Most only used their powers to heal the sick or to get work done. Then a new question arose. What had changed the king's heart?

"And I would like to hold a celebration in honor of the freedom of magic," stated the king. A woman joined his side, one the old man recognized. The gleam in Arthur's eyes got even brighter when he saw her. The light in his eyes was love.

"And also in honor of me finding a wife," he said, never taking his eyes off the woman in male-servant's clothes. Many people cheered. "My fiancé is not of royal blood, but was a servant. I hope you will accept her as your new queen."

If possible, the people of Camelot cheered louder. The king grabbed his love and kissed her passionately, uncaring the whole kingdom was watching. The old man smiled knowing something the others did not.

This would be a great time in Camelot. Magic was free, there would be a new queen, and celebrations started in an hour.

Only then did the old man start a shout. "LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"

Others joined in, and gradually most of the crowd. "LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"

Arthur pulled Merlin in for another kiss and the crowd roared in approval. "LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"

Oh yes, thought the old man, this will be a golden age for Camelot.

Wait, it's not over yet! IMPORTANT NOTICE: if you are uncomfortable with BoyxBoy kissing (NOT slash, I don't write that) pretend this chapter is the end. *Spoiler alert* In the next chapters Merlin will turn back into and man, and by the previous sentence, you can probably tell what happens. So just warning all those who are uncomfortable with that stuff. So anyways, thank you so much to princeofthefallingangels, Luka-Knight, jessica-k-peck-9, Lady-Blade-WarAngel, Anj-Emm, JXeleven, and Don-V for reviewing! :D