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text-align: justify;"Merlin watched sadly as Arthur read the letter. He'd never read it himself, but he knew what it would probably contain. He'd liked George, or Georgie, he wasn't as arrogant as Arthur had been when he was a young man, though he inherited his striking looks and powerful build. His skin had been milky tan, not that dark but easy to see that he'd inherited some from his mother. When Merlin had first seen Georgie, minutes after he'd been born, he hadn't seen the resemblance that all the other women of Camelot claimed to have witnessed. He had been confused because, to Merlin, the only thing that was obviously similar between Georgie and Arthur was the fact that they both never knew when to shut up. Merlin had spent many hours trying to comfort the young prince, but he always seemed to gurgle just a bit louder when Merlin was near. Sometimes, when Guinevere was unable to soothe George at night, Merlin would visit and put him into a healthy sleep. Merlin remembered Gwen's unique smile that was both relieved and welcoming.
They would sit together near the sleeping baby, talking of kingdom gossip and rumours, Gwen would stroke the whisp of blonde hair on her child's head and Merlin would place his finger into Georges hand.
Merlin couldn't help but smile when he felt the faint squeeze that was George. Although he knew Georgie would do the same for anyone Merlin knew, the tiny pressure made Merlin feel special./p
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text-align: justify;"Merlin watched sadly as Arthur read the letter. He'd never read it himself, but he knew what it would probably contain. He'd liked George, or Georgie, he wasn't as arrogant as Arthur had been when he was a young man, though he inherited his striking looks and powerful build. His skin had been milky tan, not that dark but easy to see that he'd inherited some from his mother. When Merlin had first seen Georgie, minutes after he'd been born, he hadn't seen the resemblance that all the other women of Camelot claimed to have witnessed. He had been confused because, to Merlin, the only thing that was obviously similar between Georgie and Arthur was the fact that they both never knew when to shut up. Merlin had spent many hours trying to comfort the young prince, but he always seemed to gurgle just a bit louder when Merlin was near. Sometimes, when Guinevere was unable to soothe George at night, Merlin would visit and put him into a healthy sleep. Merlin remembered Gwen's unique smile that was both relieved and welcoming.
They would sit together near the sleeping baby, talking of kingdom gossip and rumours, Gwen would stroke the whisp of blonde hair on her child's head and Merlin would place his finger into Georges hand.
Merlin couldn't help but smile when he felt the faint squeeze that was George. Although he knew Georgie would do the same for anyone Merlin knew, the tiny pressure made Merlin feel special./p