Arthur was raised with the finer things: gold, silver, jewels, all of which were beautiful. But when he considered them beautiful, he was really thinking about their value.

The painting Merlin was looking at had none.

"It's beautiful." His voice was soft with awe.

Arthur looked between him and the painting before shrugging.

"It's worthless."

Merlin's jaw dropped. He faced him, flabbergasted.

"Look at it!" he insisted. "Really look!"

Arthur stared at it for a minute. Slowly, Merlin saw his eyes soften. The warlock turned his attention back to the beauty before him.

This time, Arthur could see it too.