Merlin didn't know when the dynamic between them had changed, when his feelings had changed, but they certainly had. Once upon a time he had looked at Arthur with disdain, and than a mutual respect, and now it was with enamored eyes and a distinct longing. The wings of butterflies brushed against the walls of his stomach whenever the prince was near, leaving him nervous, tripping over his words like some love struck teenager.
Even now, with Arthur dressed in his armor and putting the knights in training through their paces, Merlin was standing off to the side, watching, admiring, coveting. He was careful not to let others see the way he looked at Arthur, was more careful to make sure the prince didn't see. The truth was his emotions were confusing and intense. Making him uncomfortable in the prince's presence.
And... even if the feelings were reciprocated and returned, which he had convinced himself they weren't, nothing could ever come from them. Arthur was a prince, and he was a servant. There would be no union, no relationship, no love. It was a path to heartache and Merlin wasn't certain he wanted to go down that path.
Arthur's heart had been confusing him these past few days. His father often told him to act with his head, not his heart, yet the two seemed to be at constant battle and Arthur had no idea how to explain it. Nor to even explain it to, for the person that he often confided to . . . seemed to be directly related to whatever caused this internal war to be happening with the prince. There were no words to make sense of it, so Arthur often let it be.
He tried to forget about it. Push it aside. Continue his daily tasks. Brush it off. And yet, it was still there. Always there. Even in moments such as these when he was training his men, he felt it. Out of all the eyes watching him, there was only one pair that he often felt concerned with. It was ridiculous and inexplicable but if there was one thing that Arthur had learned, it was that he could not stop his heart from whatever it felt. Even if he didn't exactly know what that was.
When his opponent was on his back, Arthur moved the point of his blade from his throat as the audience of knights in training applauded. Arthur then offered his hand to the fellow knight, pulling him to his feet. "Better," he encouraged him. "But we still need to focus on your footwork." He looked at the others that watched. "That's it for today," he announced, turning to walk away towards Merlin. "Not bad eh," Arthur said with a smug grin . . . talking about himself more than the other knight. "At least he lasted twenty seconds this time," Arthur added on jokingly but not without truth, as he reached for the cup of water to drink.
My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
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