"Happy birthday, Arthur," Merlin whispered brokenly, staring out across the lake.
"That is most depressing birthday wish I have ever gotten. Surely you can do better than that, Merlin."
Merlin spun around. "Ar-Arthur?"
"I can't believe me I'm saying this, but it's good to see yo- Uh, Merlin? Can't breathe. Can't breathe. Right, that's better . . . You all right, Merlin?"
It was Arthur's birthday. What no one, not even Merlin realized, was that it was his birthday too.
Destiny hummed happily. Arthur for his birthday, Gwaine for Halloween, Gwen for Christmas . . .
After all, she owed the boy.