Title: It's Like Magic

Author: Kiki1770

Rating: T for Language

Setting: Season 5

Summary: Arthur raided Merlin's chambers after a sorcerer attack. What he found was unexpected.

A/N: Eeep, it's been so long since I updated! Gosh I feel so horrible about that. Thanks so much to all you who have reviewed, favorited, and followed! It makes me immensly happy! UPDATE on Dark Tower one-shot: the one-shot is so much more then the drabble. If it turns out to be over 10,000 words by the time I'm done it'll be made into a three-shot/short story. But it definietly will not be any longer than that. You guys are gonna have to kick my butt a little to get me to write it regularly. Here is another sweet Freylin Drabble, another version of my little "Merlin and Freya are secretly married," theory. It's the last of it's kinda though. I've done a few too many "OMG Merlin you're married?" ones. Anywho, enjoy.

Freylin 9: Wedding Bands

"Come on in Merlin. Have a seat," Arthur eyed the seat pushed out in front of him. Merlin nervously looked at Arthur and then Gwen. He gulped and timidly sat in the chair, the one he'd never been allowed to sit in before. The King and Queen shared secret amused glances. "You know that I conducted the searches myself after the sorcerer attack, right Merlin?"

Merlin stiffly nodded his head. "Do you want to know what I found in your chambers?" Arthur barely contained the taunt in his voice. Merlin never felt so terrified in his life. This was it…Arthur had finally discovered Merlin secret. If Merlin noticed Gwen nudging Arthur in the ribs, he paid no mind to it.

"So Merlin…how do you explain what these were doing in your room?" He finally asked. Merlin slowly looked up. His eyes widened in shock. The king held in the palm of his hand, two bands of gold tethered to a black twine. He gaped at Arthur who sat with an accomplished smirk stretched across his face.

"How did you find those?" He nearly shouted and tried to snatch the bands back, but Arthur was faster. The King chuckled and held the bands out of his reach.

"Arthur! Give them back to him!" Gwen quipped, but turned to Merlin curiously. "So whose are they Merlin? They can't be Hunith's. She told me she never married."

Merlin glared at Arthur, who still hadn't returned the bands, and then glanced at the queen. With a defeated sigh plopped back into his seat.

"They're mine," He whispered softly.

"What?" Arthur cried. "I though they belonged to some druid couple you rescued." He exclaimed. Merlin snorted, he didn't expect Arthur to figure out the carvings in bands were druidic.

"They belonged to me and my wife,"

"Belonged?" Guinevere emphasized the past tense phrasing. Merlin took their temporary shock as an opportunity to reclaim his precious wedding bands.

"She's dead. Murdered right in front of my eyes."

"Oh Merlin," Guinevere gasped. She threw her arms around the shaken servant, tears rolling down her face. Merlin blushed faintly, a serene expression on his face. "I'm so sorry,"

Merlin shook his head. "You couldn't have known," He gently pulled himself free of Gwen's embrace. His eyes were red with unshed tears; Arthur felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

"Merlin I…"

"Her name was Freya," Merlin cut him off. "She was beautiful. The gentlest soul, the kindest woman I've ever met. She was special."

"She was your other half," It wasn't a question; Arthur had merely reaffirmed what Merlin always believed. Merlin allowed himself of peak at his best friend, he saw understanding, he saw compassion. What did Merlin ever do to deserve a friend like Arthur?

"Yeah,"

When I originally wrote this, it took a rather negative turn. But I didn't like that so I went back and changed it.

So the next Freylin one I'm putting up, hopefully later tonight, is Freylin 10: Miscarried. Review like crazy if you want it sooner ;)

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Kiki1770