A/N: Hi guys! Sorry, this chapter is a little bit longer... Oh, and yes. This is most definitely Merwen. If you don't like it, skip it. They just happen to be my OTP. I was just wondering how Merlin could have felt: One second Gwen is giggling shyly at him, the next she's off kissing Arthur... Poor Merlin...

As Merlin watched Guinevere walking down the corridors with his best friend, he couldn't think of where he'd gone so wrong.

He just… He'd never felt like this before!

Gwen was just so kind, and beautiful… He had sort of developed a crush on her…

Maybe if he'd spoken up… Maybe then this would never have happened…

Had she liked him? He didn't know. They were friends, sure. But if there was anything more, she'd probably gotten tired of waiting for him.

And now…

Sure, he was happy for Gwen and Arthur. He really was…

It was destiny, after all.

It was just… Maybe Merlin had wanted to get closer to Gwen. Maybe he was a little bit upset about the whole Arthur-taking -his-crush thing.

It had turned out that she liked those rough, tough save-the-world type of men after all.