"I'm going alone," Arthur announced. There were legends about the Dark Tower for a reason, and he would not have his men risking their lives needlessly.
Everyone protested. Elyan refused to give up on his sister, Percival felt it was his duty, Leon declared that Gwen was his friend, and Gwaine reminded everyone that she was a maiden in a tower, a damsel in distress, really, there were poems about this guys, he was born for this moment.
"Fine." Arthur leveled his gaze at Merlin. "But you are going back."
"As if you could make me," Merlin said, stepping toward him.
"It's too dangerous. The future ruler of Camelot is in danger, I am the current ruler of Camelot—if all three of us die, who is left to serve the people?"
"Leon could do it."
Leon shook his head and gave Merlin a don't you drag me into this look.
Arthur took a step forward. "Merlin, you are turning back."
Merlin shook his head. "I made you a promise, remember?"
Arthur felt Merlin's hands tangle with his and squeeze gently. He tried to remain a stern face but failed, smiling as he brought a finger up to trace the line of Merlin's cheekbone. "What am I ever going to do with you?" He whispered.
Merlin just smiled back.