He wasn't mad. 'Mad' wasn't enough. He was… well, something worse. Merlin was a sorcerer. He had lied to him. Him!
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, venom dripping off his words.
The answer was so low, Arthur almost didn't hear it.
"I wanted to say goodbye to Gaius. Before—"
Arthur's eyes widened and his stomach dropped, his previous anger eclipsed by fear and the image of Merlin…
He grabbed his servant by the back of his collar.
"You've still got chores."
He could get over Merlin's magic; he would. Because suddenly, the alternative seemed much worse.
