Gwaine woke to see Merlin cuddling Sahara, his breaths were quick and his shoulders were shaking. Blood flowed onto the ground but Gwaine couldn't see Merlin's face. He just saw his posture and heard his sobs. That was enough, enough to know that this would break Merlin.

"Merlin." He whispered but Merlin didn't stop and look up, Merlin didn't do anything, he just sobbed.

Gwaine felt a pang of sympathy, Merlin had lost the women he had loved and apparently his childhood friend.

Gwaine stood and walked over to his brother. He would need all the comfort he could receive.

"Merlin." He whispered and put his hand on Merlin shoulder. Merlin didn't speak, he was broken.

"Please Merlin, Say something." Merlin continued to sob over his lost love. Gwaine came around the other side to face him and saw the bloody dagger on the ground in front of Merlin. Merlin's hand and various parts of his body were covered in blood.

He kept his eyes firmly shut and held Sahara tight.

She was completely naked, aside from Merlin's cape wrapped around her. Her blood dripped onto him and the floor.

Drip

Drip

Drip

Gwaine had to turn his head away from the sight. Merlin was grieving. He couldn't watch his brother, The man that he had only see cry a few times, look like this.

Merlin didn't say a word on the way back to Camelot. He just stared ahead, his eyes glassy and unseeing. The knights of Asectian were worried for their prince, but not nearly as much as his brothers or Arthur. At night they heard Merlin's sobs when he thought that everyone was asleep. That was the only sound that came out of him. When they left his kingdom Merlin started to work as a servant again for Arthur, but still didn't say a word.

When they returned to Camelot it took a full month but Merlin started calling Arthur sire again. It was not till another two months that he started smiling again, first it was small sad smiles but they started becoming much larger when more time went past.

Finally, After four months Merlin started to call Arthur a prat and started to talk more. He was getting better. He started to become Merlin again but something was always missing. A piece of Merlin had been ripped away and they saw it, every time they saw Merlin, that missing piece was visible. But it was being filled, by his friends kindness and support. He spent more time with Gwaine and he started to visit his kingdom once more. But Merlin's life was still incomplete. Still hollow. Because destiny had taken away his love, Because duty had made him murder her. Because he was Prince Merlin Ambrosious, the future king of Asectian but he was also Emrys, the most powerful sorcerer to ever live and he was the last dragonlord. But finally, he was Prince Arthur's Manservant.

ITS FINISHED. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA.