A/N Hey I'm not entirely sure where this came from but i hope you enjoy t none the less. Reviews are welcome and appreciated! Thanks, now on with the story!
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What kind of man can't even tell another man that they are a friend? What kind of man can't let a dying man know that he means so much? What kind of man finds out what everyone has done for him after it's too late?
I'm that kind of man, apparently.
My Father wouldn't care were he still here. I might've gone to him for comfort but he would have sent me away. Merlin was just a servant in my father's eyes after all. That was all he was to me for a while too, that's what I would always try to pretend he was - Merlin, nothing but King Arthur's Servant. That may have been Merlin's job but Merlin was so much more than my servant, he was my friend, my brother, my trusted advisor and as it turns out, my protector. I didn't even tell him that, what kind of man am I? What kind of King am I that I couldn't even face my best friend to tell him he was such?
What kind of man leaves behind everything he knows for his destiny? What kind of man lives in fear for hope of a better time to come? What kind of man makes the final sacrifice for a man that treated him like dirt when he deserved to be treated like gold?
Merlin is that kind of man, apparently.
Merlin risked his life everyday in multiple ways for me without ever seeking any gratitude, without even seeking any of recognition or reward. He jumped in front of that sword without a second thought for himself or the implications of that sword through his chest. Had the sword reached its initial target, there would have been no death, wounds yes but I wouldn't have died, the sword wasn't aimed well enough for me and Merlin certainly would have died. But Merlin being Merlin, he was so damn loyal, such a nice, self sacrificing idiot that he didn't think of that he just jumped in front of it, killing himself. He was proud to do it too. When he died I could see disappointment in his face, I had thought it was from my failure to admit our relationship or the fact that he was dying at the time but later I was to find out it was because he couldn't fulfil his destiny, couldn't see me to the very end. Apart from that disappointment I could see that he was proud, he felt he had failed but succeeded as he knew I would live to see another sun rise and that was all he needed to know to die happy.