Sometimes he was even heard muttering treasonous insults about the king, but no one dared confront him.
Where Arthur went, Merlin usually wasn’t far behind. (Merlin is pretty sure that Arthur is trying to remedy their most recent fight with gifts.) So Arthur, Gwaine, and Lancelot had all set out for what would only be a three-day trek, and of course, Merlin tagged along. But this time, they were only travelling to a nearby village to acquire something for Morgana.
This was supposed to be a short trip, only requiring two knights when usually there would be a dozen or so flanking the king and his manservant as they rode out of Camelot. The stupid cabbagehead had taken an arrow to the arm while protecting Merlin (who at the time was actually enchanting a tree branch to fall on the head of the man trying to kill Gwaine.) But not everything goes to plan, especially when a swarm of bandits were running towards them and Arthur was already injured. Merlin had intended to someday sit down with Arthur, when he was finally sure the time was right, and tell him. This wasn’t how he imagined it happening. Beautiful Magic - Merthur Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon Warnings: Mentions of blood, some self-hatred, mostly just angsty-fluff Note: This is also posted on my AO3 under the same story name Word Count: 2.4k
