Dear Arthur

Disclaimer: Merlin doesn't belong to me. Though sometimes, I wish it was. (Then, I could do something about the ending.)

Dear Arthur,

I'm sorry I disobeyed you.

I'm not much of a servant, am I? I'm clusy, occasionally rude, and worst of all, I sometimes disobey you. But believe me when I say this, Arthur, I disobey you for YOUR sake. Not mine. Never mine. It was all for the sake of your safety. I promise.

I'm sorry I broke my promise.

You constantly made me promise that I would not help you if you're in trouble. Despite my words, you know I can't promise you that. If I didn't help you, you could be left dying somewhere. And who would rule over Camelot if you're dead? More importantly, who would boss me around and treat me like crap if you're no longer here?

I'm sorry I'm selfish.

I worried you more times than I could count. Yes, I know you're worried. But like a stubborn prat you are, you won't admit it. It's okay, I kind of preferred it that way.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

I mean, who am I to do so? You're the king, I'm just a lowly servant. But Arthur, sometimes, I get too frustrated. I helped you so many times but I hardly ever got a single thank you out of it. But I'm sorry, regardless. I shouldn't raise my voice like that.

I"m sorry that I'm-

"Merlin?"

Merlin hastily finished his letter before scrunching the paper behind his back. He turned to see Arthur staring skeptically at him by the doorway. The king folded his arms as he raised his eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked.

Merlin quickly shrugged, taking a step back. "Nothing,"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Merlin nodded.

Arthur sighed. "Whatever you say, Merlin," he shook his head in annoyance. "Get ready two horses, will you?"

"Oh?" Merlin said. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Gwenand I will be going for a picnic. You will be staying here polishing my armour," Arthur replied, stressing on his wife's name and his reference towards Merlin.

Merlin's smile wavered silghtly. "Right," he nodded. "I should've known," he whispered under his breath.

"What was that?" Arthur asked, his voice hinting threat.

Merlin shook his head and smiled brightly, doing his best to look innocent. "Nothing,"

Arthur raised his eyebrow. He hesitated before padding out of the room. "I'll see you to it, then, Merlin," he called out, his voice drifting into the room.

"Yes, sire," Merlin replied softly.

Slowly, his grip on the paper loosened and it fell onto the floor silently. On it, the last paragraph that Merlin wrote could be seen, written in a scrawly handwriting.

I'm sorry I'm in love with you.

I know you're already married. But I'm sorry.

I couldn't help myself.

Fin

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