The Black Opal (Merlin/Arthur)

by EvelynsWorks

Summary:

Set in 1800’s England.

Arthur and Merlin meet each other accidental when they are both strolling the quiet streets late at night, dressed in more common clothing than they are both used to as to not get recognised. But when Merlin finds Arthur at the ball, he is not the same man that he met on those streets.

This Arthur is a terrible person and there’s nothing that can change that. Or so Merlin believes.

(Tags will change and be added as story gets written)

Chapter 1: Introduction

Notes:

Something you must know is the only thing that I have taken from Bridgerton is the settings and the whole thing about the balls and the diamond, and mentioned Lady Whistledown. So, if you are reading this to find something that is Arthur and Merlin clashing with the Bridgerton’s, this is not it. However, if people are interested, I might be able to make that a possibility in future. Right now though, this is still solely Arthur and Merlin but in a different time. Different classes and everything.

You don’t have to have seen Bridgerton or even know anything about it to enjoy this :)

Dear Reader, it has been a long time since you heard this tale. But how about I tell this story in the time of early 1800’s England. You might have watched the show Bridgerton, but if you haven’t it’s not important. Just know that this will be about Balls, Princes, Marriage, closeted homosexuals and a king that is trying to marry off his son. By doing so, he will pick out a Diamond for the ladies and she will be the potential marraige partner for his son. It has been a tradition for many years and it is about time that his son has found a wife to produce an heir to the throne. Whilst, a Diamond is particularly special this year, something else that he needs to decide is a Black Opal for the gentlemen. A tradition as old as time.

As I have said, his son is now fit to marry and will take the throne once he is ready. It is of upmost importance that the lady he marries is one fit for a throne and a crown. One that is ravished in beauty, grace and poise. 

 

Enough of backstory, it is about time we meet those involved:

Arthur Pendragon, the Captain of the Royal Guard and the Prince that is set to be married. To whom? That is benownst to be seen. He is said to be an awkward man to get along with. Rather snappy, a few of the servants and other knights have talked about his anger issues and he is rather quick to start and finish a fight. It is about time that someone tames that fiery heart of his and sets him in the right direction. How is one set to rule a kingdom with anger that could set off any man or woman. Things became a lot worse after Morgana’s mother had passed and the king was all but inconsolable for a couple of weeks after the incident.

Merlin Sylvester. It was his father’s name, his mother’s maiden name is Amrosius and there are some days that he walks through the streets wearing lesser class clothing, parading his name as Ambrosius so that he is unable to be recognised. Then there are other times that he wears his father’s name with pride. He loved his father but he died not so long ago. His parents were married but that was only on paper. They didn’t want a grand wedding and only had a couple of visitors, one of them being the late Queen Ygrane herself. However, due to their secretive behaviours, especially of the Queen, very few know of the marriage and often call Merlin a bastard child, one born of sinful activities. It hasn’t cost his family due to their close nature to the late Queen but that doesn’t mean that people don’t whisper. 

Morgana Le Fae, more better known as Morgana Pendragon. It was the King who married, around 2 years after Queen Ygraine’s death. Believing that his son needed a mother, he married her. Not out of love, the entire kingdom knows where his heart belongs and nothing can erase his love. They have grown fond of each other, so much so that Morgana was born. Her mother died not too long ago, it seems that the Pendragon family is cursed to never have a mother but it made Morgana and Arthur grow close. So much so that she is sometimes the only one that he would ever speak to. With her turning 18, she is eligible for her not only to marry but to attend the balls. While she is not going to be joining looking for a suitor, she can still attend and attempt to have fun. Making friends, and hopefully people who she can speak to without any whispers going around. She loves Arthur dearly, but sometimes she wants another woman to speak to. Another woman who isn’t afraid to speak out of turn. 

 

Now, on to the story itself:

Merlin was getting ready, with Guinevere assisting his mother. She is a lovely servant, someone who deserves a lot better. But perhaps, that is something that he can sort. Michigan Gedrof, a dear friend of Merlin’s and someone that owes him a favour. With her attending the Diamond and Black Opal picking tonight with Merlin and his mother, it is about time that he cashes in that favour. 

A knock was at the door and he answered it, letting Morris sort his other chores and giving him one less thing to worry about. He too, is a brilliant servant, one that is a hopeless romantic and someone else who he dares to call a friend. It might be improper to be friends with your servants but his family have a brilliant way of hiring those that deserve the job, ones that deserve kindness and respect even if their class doesn’t deem it as so. 

“Lady Mithian. How wonderful of you to come, is your chaperone nearby?” It is hard for them to talk to one another without someone else in the room. Another man, it isn’t proper for a man to be alone with a woman when they are unmarried unless they serve the household. She gestured towards her mother who is getting out of the carriage, he lets her in and stays by the door, ready for her to arrive. Thankfully, she made haste and entered the abode not long after Mithian entered. “I have a request.”

“Anything you wish for Merlin, you know we will grant you anything. Especially for helping us out of such a tough spot after my husband passed.” 

He nodded, “My servant, Guinevere.” Mithian’s mother tilted her head in curiosity. “If she wishes of course, would it be possible for you to declare her a cousin of yours? She talks about attending the balls, even if it is just for one season. She is well known in how to act ‘proper’ and I know a particular dress maker and makeup artist that would be more than alright with helping dress her. As you know, my servants deserve something nice as well, and I want to give her this opportunity, if you’ll allow of such.

“This is a big request, Merlin. But, I believe that we can make this possible. Mithian?” 

She turned to her daughter who was eager to agree, tightly hugging Merlin before swiftly tearing herself off of him. “My apologies Sir Sylvester, I didn’t mean-”

“No harm was done. I take no offense.”

Merlin smiled at her, caring and reassuring. “You are a good man, a proper gentleman. I hope that whoever you choose to marry has the same kind heart as you.” His mouth parted open, wanting to say something but no words were able to fill his mind. She looked at him so lovingly, so caring. They have been friends for the longest of time, for her to be addressing him as such isn’t strange but there was something more this time. Something that lingered in her words to marry. It was strange. 

His mother came down the stairs and they were ready to go, bidding his farewell to Guinevere and Morris, “I have told the cook that you three may have whatever you wish to eat while we are gone. However there is one more chore that I wish to be done if you have the time to do it Morris.”

“Anything you require, sir?”

“Only that I want my bedsheets to be cleaned but that is all. Allow yourselves time to rest. Please, tell the cook that as soon as she is done with the food prepared that she is to take a rest. She is a workaholic, I’m sure you’ve noticed.” He lightheartedly makes a comment that all four of them know is true, that Mithian lightly giggled at having met the woman a couple of times. 

The servants gave a light bow of the head as the four of them had left to the king’s picking. It was then that he suddenly felt his nerves grow a lot more then he would have ever thought.

Chapter 2: A Late Night Wander

—Chapter 1–

 

King Uther Pendragon had declared that Mithian was a Diamond. Merlin believes she is something much more rare and valuable than a mere Diamond but it is not his choice of gemstone that the king decides to call. It was also of his surprise that he was declared the Black Opal of the season. Almost as if he was anticipating him and Mithian to marry, as if the Diamond picking of this season wasn’t supposed to be for his son. 

Who was nowhere to be seen in that throne room. It was rather improper but it shouldn’t be a shock to Merlin that he was the Black Opal of the season. The king certainly played in favouritism since he knew his family. He was good friends with his father, after all, it was the king that granted him the title of Duke. Then Queen Ygraine, friends of his mother. 

Yet in every meeting that he has had with His Majesty, he has never seen Prince Arthur ever. He isn’t even sure that the man knows of Merlin’s existence. Almost like they have been kept apart from every meeting ever. It wasn’t surprising. All families that he knows and is friendly with are all very secretive, especially when it comes to their children and family members. The only difference is, the child who he has never seen is a prince. Someone who wanders the town constantly, usually with a guard or two at his side, sometimes terrorising the town when he wants some sort of entertainment. 

That man is only captain of the royal guard purely because of his rank and favouritism of the king. He is sure that the prince is incredible with a sword, perhaps even a good shot with a gun but from what he has heard, he doesn’t use such a weapon. Even on his hunting trips, he uses a crossbow, and a knife. Never a gun. The prince has never been seen with a gun and from Merlin has heard, Prince Arthur has no intention of such loud and unruly weapons. Why? You may ask? Not even his knights know of the reason or his intentions on only using old timing weapons. 

Perhaps it is to invoke more fright. Hearing what people say about it, it certainly wouldn’t surprise Merlin if that was the case. 

Then again, why would a prince need to invoke fear in others? What does he need to protect other than his kingdom, his people, his throne? He is said to never wear a crown and sometimes dress down on occasions. If Merlin actually knew the man then he would be able to cast better judgement on the prince but to him, it seems as though he wishes to invoke fear simply for the thrill of it. 

Everyone knows that you shouldn’t mess with the Prince and anyone who does had better hope that he was feeling merciful. He doesn’t kill often, but there are times that people come out of it wishing that he did kill them. Some had ended up paralysed because of the brutes' actions. 

Merlin has lived his entire life without ever meeting the man, he is sure that he can continue that tradition. 

 

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—Arthur’s POV—

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Arthur Pendragon was annoyed. But what else is new. He had ordered the servants to get him some clothing fit to walk around the town, lesser clothing. Something that he wouldn’t need a guard for, something that he can walk the town freely without being recognised, swarmed or feared. His plan worked the majority of the time. But today, fate had a different direction for him to go in. 

He wasn’t recognised, but a man, around his age, most likely younger, bumped into him. But let’s talk about how he got there in the first place. 

There he was, walking down the streets, late at night. Most people should be asleep but it’s one of the odd times that his mind feels at peace. He can look up at the stars, looking at the sky above and remember just how insignificant he is in the grand scheme of things. Life has a plan for him, that much is obvious with him being a prince. But what exactly is that plan? His father has drilled into him about his family’s history.

It’s part of the reason why Arthur is the way he is. Because of what his father has said to him and the books that he has been forced to read. His ancestors are the reason that magic is all but a myth. They eradicated it, completely distorted it and now it is all but fiction. The amount of people that his family must have killed, all for having magic and his father parades it to him like they did something great. Like they saved and cleansed the world of filth. The world didn’t need to be rid of magic any more than it needed to be cleansed of the poor. The world needs it and Arthur still believes that it exists. 

Something like magic can’t just be gone, surely it’s something that lives in the very fabrics of this world, right?

As he looks up at the stars, thinking about how he must look like an ant to the moon, thinking about how to make his father proud while also making right by his family’s past, a gentleman with raven hair walks into him. 

“Excuse me, can you please watch where you’re walking?” Arthur complained at the interrupter of his thoughts. 

His clothing suggests that he was a peasant but his mannerisms and his composure shows that he was doing something similar that Arthur was doing. Disguising himself and walking through the streets in more less flattering attire as to not be recognised. But who would recognise him? He isn’t someone that Arthur has ever seen before, and he would remember this man. His physical traits are something that he hasn’t seen in many men. High cheekbones, slightly messy but still quite put together hair, it looked soft which was another indication that he wasn’t of the lower classes. He was clean, he was orderly and the way he looked at Arthur was enough to show him that he is on the higher side of whatever class he was in. Perhaps he was even a lord? It wouldn’t surprise the prince, especially with how high the man kept his head. Not like he was better than him, but not like he was underneath him either.

This was something he missed. People acting like they are on the same level, people who weren’t afraid of him. Yes, he brought that upon himself, that doesn’t mean he wanted it constantly. Uther had always ingrained it into his head that the only way that people, especially strangers will listen is if you invoke fear unto them. 

Something tells him that with this man, no fear is necessary. 

“Pardon me, but we walked into each other. I am not the only one at fault here so why don’t we agree to go our separate ways and not cause such a fuss about something minor?” His voice was deep, polite but he sounded tired. Not from sleep, but from work. Whatever he does, he must work hard at it otherwise he wouldn’t sound the way he does. Or perhaps that’s his default setting. It’s not very often that he runs into people that don’t know who he is, he wonders what he would do if he found out that he was speaking to a royal in such a manner. 

“It is clear that you hold yourself in higher regard than your clothing. What brings you out here?” Not even Arthur can tell you why he was so curious about the man before him. He has always been curious but very rarely has it been about people. “The way you speak, your posture, your mannerisms. You have a lot more than you are letting on now, so what is someone like you doing in this part of the ton?”

“I could ask you the same thing. However, since that is my business, and you have your own. How about we agree to not ask that? It would be nice to have some company, even if it is only for an hour or two.” The man offers and Arthur hesitantly agrees, knowing fine well that this man isn’t a threat. There’s not a weapon on him and judging by his build, he isn’t a boxer either. 

They started walking together, at first, in silence, both just staying side by side. Then, Arthur got curious. “Well if we are keeping why we are out a secret, and we are going to be walking until we get bored, I’m Arthur. Let’s not have formalities.” He stopped walking, holding out his hand and the man took it.

“Merlin. And we aren’t walking out of boredom. Since you agreed on joining me, I may as well take you to the place I was heading to begin with.” He tilted his head, glancing towards the man. It was dark but the streetlights reflected off of him perfectly. If Arthur wasn’t the prince, he would have thought this man was royalty. But no. He knows better than that. “There’s a swing set I used to sneak off to when I was a child.”

“We are breaking in somewhere?!” He whisper shouted, hoping that none of his knights overhear or were on patrol. It would be terrible if they were to see him and ruin what he might have found. A friend.

However now, he is finding out that this man might be a criminal instead. 

“Technically. The place is never locked, the house is abandoned. It’s peaceful and there’s no lights so it's easier to see the stars.” He continued walking as if he wasn't trying to coerce the prince into committing an illegal act. “Of course, if you don’t want to follow me, you can be on your way.”

“I suppose you have me curious.” It wasn’t a lie. He was curious, especially where this place is that he found. Not many houses are abandoned around here, so it would be interesting to find out where he is heading. “And why not? It might be slightly illegal but it could be fun. It’s not very often that I meet someone like you Merlin, I would be a fool to waste an opportunity like this. And it’s not very often that I find myself in the presence of someone who doesn’t care too much about the rules or laws.” 

Arthur has always been a stickler for the rules, especially with his royalty, so even he was surprised by his newfound excitement that this might bring. “Well, it’s not much further now but I hope you brought boots that you don’t care about getting muddied. We have to cross a field.”

He gave Merlin a strange look, one that he couldn’t see but still, the prince followed Merlin through the field that was much more dry than either one of them had been expecting.

All but one part, Arthur stepped and his entire foot fell through and landed in a giant puddle of mud. “Eugh!”

Merlin let out a laugh, it was contagious. So much so that Arthur couldn’t even be bothered to be angry at what he'd just done. He was frustrated at first, yes, that goes without question. But Merlin's laughter, the ability to laugh in Arthur's presence without being judged. It was nice, for a change. 

Hopefully tonight will be the only day that he sees Merlin. As much as he feels that he might miss the man, actually no, take that might for a definite, he doesn't want him to find out who he was. He doesn't want Merlin to start treating him differently, the same as everyone else treats him. He knows that word gets around, rumours fly, people talk. A lot of them are true to some extent but more often than not, they are exaggerated. That's the case with Arthur, but it stops people from messing with his family, with his knights, with those that know him. He wants to keep it that way with Merlin for as long as possible. 

If he does find out, and he doesn't treat him differently, then he knows that Merlin will then fall under that umbrella. Especially if others see them together, especially as often as Arthur is hoping for. 

“Come on I'll help you out.” he sticks out his hand ready for Arthur to take, and he does without hesitation. Pulling Arthur up but Merlin lost his balance in the process since Arthur's boot was quite stuck in the ground, it made Arthur fall on top of the man. 

He hadn't been that close to anyone before he hugged Morgana a couple of times, comforted her when her mother died but never has he been on top of someone. 

Quickly, Arthur coughed and lifted himself off, almost hitting Merlin in the process of his scrambling. He didn't and Merlin didn't question why he was so eager to get off. If anyone had seen him, it would look improper. No man should be lying on top of another man, it's scandalous. And the prince acting in such childish behaviors, it would certainly change the reputation that Arthur has fought so long to have. That same reputation has protected his sister, and has protected his servants from harm. He is not going to change it, especially because some man lost his footing. 

“Look.” Merlin lifted his arm and pointed towards the house in the distance. “That's where the swing set is, on that giant tree. No one has lived there in ages. I don't even think some people know it exists.” They walked a bit further and the swing set came into view, he wiped both seats down so Arthur could perch himself next to Merlin. “So, Arthur, what brought you out here tonight in clothing that you might not be recognized in?” 

He took a deep breath, not wanting to give it any clues to who he is but not wanting to exactly lie to him. Besides, it's not lying if they agreed to keep it informal. That includes without knowing family names, that was the whole point of their agreement. “Well, without giving too much away, I wanted to get out of my home. It's starting to feel claustrophobic, the pressures that my father is putting on me with the family name.” He started lightly swinging on the swing partway through his little explanation. “Not to mention the whole rumour mill. And with with this new writer, it's starting to be even worse. Even my father is becoming brainwashed by her.” 

“Could you not just show him the real you?”

Arthur laughed in response. As if. “If I was to do that, he would write me out completely. But enough about me, why are you here?”

Merlin breathed in, closing his eyes and started to swing on his own. A lot higher than Arthur was but still keeping it relatively low. “When my father died, I didn't like being in my house at night. But even before then I've always liked to explore. To wander. I found this place not long after his death, used to talk to him. Pretend he was amongst the stars. Hoping for some sort of guidance. I just hope I can make him proud.” 

So it seems that him and Merlin are the same. Both have lost a parent, him his mother, Merlin his father. The only difference is that Merlin has seemed to grow from it, became closer to nature and himself. Grown more understanding about who he is. 

Arthur, isn't so lucky. He has lost two mothers and each time it broke him. He didn't get stronger from it, he became weaker, more suspectable to anger than anything else. Yet, for some reason, as he looks at Merlin simply bathing in the starlight, the subtle breeze that's caressing his hair, he doesn't feel any anger, or resentment, or jealousy. He was just himself. Talking honestly. 

Merlin has brought that out in him and, for once, there's no regret there. 

“I'll be at the ball.” Arthur's head perked up at that. “If I see you, do we ignore each other? Add the formalities? Or talk as we are now only less open?” 

The prince only shrugged, not really knowing himself on what would be done if that does come to pass. Which, knowing the balls, it probably will. “I suppose, we will just see what happens on that night. For now, let’s just continue as we are. I don’t know about you, but I’m happy to have had this break from being proper.”

”Wait, you’ve never been like this with anyone?” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry Arthur, that must be dreadful. I don’t have any siblings but my mother has basically adopted our servants. They are always a big help, even f at first they did act proper.”

“You’re friends with your servants?”

“I know it’s not proper, and it’s frowned upon, but they are good people. I like to give back to them. Actually, can you keep a secret?” He hasn’t met anyone that treats their servants as friends. Obviously they are still there to serve, but how Merlin spoke of them, they weren't just servants to him or friendly acquaintances. He was friendly with some of his servants but he will admit that he isn’t the best to them. But a lot, they aren’t that kind to him either. They are proper but they don’t do anything other than do their jobs and gossip. It’s actually a bit frustrating. But Merlin asked him if he could keep a secret, that’s something that no one other than Morgana has asked him. This man, basically a stranger, asked him to keep something secret. “I realise that it might be forward, but it seems like we both deserve to get at least one secret off of our chests. If you feel comfortable, you can say one of your own.”

“It would be.” 

There’s something in him telling him to trust Merlin. The only question is, can he trust him with his deepest secret? One that only Morgana knows of? 

“I have asked a friend of mine to cash in a favour. For this season, she claims one of my servants as her cousin. So that she can join in the balls. Not to find a suitor or anything like that, but she has always wanted to go to at least one of the Balls or even a picnic. She is turning 21 this year. I wanted to do it as a birthday present. Then there’s my personal servant. All he wants to do is watch one professional fight. I don’t know why, considering he has always been what you would call a hopeless romantic, but he has spoken about it a few times. Personally? I think it’s because he met someone who works as a server or perhaps even a lady and he wants to see her again, properly. Either way, he is turning 23 soon as well. So again, it’s my birthday present to them.”

That was a lot to take in. Not only does Merlin technically break in places, but he also lies to people about others' heritage. Even gets his friends to lie, and all for a servant? He is a riddle. Why does Arthur trust him again?

Merlin turned to Arthur this time, thinking that he was going to criticise what he just said. Instead, he comes out with something completely unexpected. For both of them. “I don’t want to marry a woman.”

“Then don’t. Declare you don’t want marriage, that you don’t want kids.”

“No, Merlin. You misunderstand.” He stops swinging, moving all of his attention on Arthur. “I do not have an…interest…in women.” 

His mouth opened to have an ‘o’ shape. But nothing came. No hatred, no hurdling abuse. “Personally, I think that there’s too much pressure on marriage.” Arthur raised his eyebrows, expecting the man to be disgusted with him but instead, he started speaking about something. The only question is, where was he going with this? “On women too. It should be down to love, and if love is there then who cares? That goes for anything. If a man loves a man or a woman loves. Woman. Society rules have always been a bit ridiculous to me.” Arthur was completely gobsmacked with hat Merlin had just said. Speaking out against the rules, social ones as well, talking bout a forbidden topic like it isn’t forbidden. He spoke so freely. “I have never really thought about it myself, with anyone. But I do know that if I did end up falling in love with a man then my mother wouldn’t care as long as I’m happy. However she would probably try to find someone to be in a lavender marriage. Probably a lesbian so that we could do our own thing but for public display, no one knows the truth. Something tells me, you aren’t so lucky?”

“Unless I do somehow find a….lesbian,” it was strange that Merlin had said the word so easily but Arthur was having so much trouble with it. “Then I will have to deal with it. The family would be ruined. I couldn’t do that. Too many people depend on me to give everything away, just for myself. I only hope that I don’t get the chance to fall in love with a man before that happens. I can marry someone I don’t love, but I can’t if I’m in love with someone else. It wouldn’t be fair on them.” He nodded along with everything that Arthur was saying, taking in every word. He might not understand completely, but he understands enough and that’s all that matters. 

“I am sorry. Your father sounds like a right pile of dicks.” Arthur would have spit out his drink if he had one. It’s not Merlin’s fault that he doesn’t know who his father is, that’s the agreement they had. But for someone to speak so openly about someone else, without being around the bush or changing his wording to be more appropriate, it was uncanny. The prince found that he had a lot more respect for Merlin because of that, and how he thought, then even some of his knights. Which should never be the case. It was conflicting. “Sorry if I spoke out of turn there, your eyes widening just proves to me that it’s not something that I should say in public. However, I won’t be changing my mind any time soon. From what you’ve said, I’m surprised that you haven’t imploded on yourself.”

Yeah, the only reason he hasn’t is because all of that anger is channeled into other people. Those who hurt those he cares about. That’s always a detail that people leave out. Those that he attacks, that he goes after are all those that have hurt those he cares about. In one way or another, it doesn’t have to be anything physical for them to be hurt. 

His thoughts were cut short when the rope on the swing split and he would have landed on the floor. Except, he didn’t, he was floating. He looks up to find Merlin’s hand near his fallen body, and his eyes no longer that icy blue that he had known them to be, but gold. The gold that litters his treasure halls, his head when he has to wear his crown. Yet, somehow, he finds them so much prettier than the blue he had. 

The only issue is, his magic. “Put your feet on the floor.” Arthur did as instructed and Merlin let go, his usual blue returning, except this time, his eyes looked so frightened. Afraid of Arthur, not because of anything that Arthur has done, but because of what Merlin has done. How Arthur might react. 

“I thought magic was extinct?!”

“I- I was born with it. I don’t why why, or how. I don’t know any spells. It’s a natural thing.” His voice was so shaken as he watched Arthur’s every move. Then his eyes landed on the knife that Arthur had on his belt. He very rarely leaves the house without a weapon of some sort, he’s been attacked on the streets before, he isn’t going to let it happen again without any protection other than his body. 

The Pendragon’s, his family history is known for destroying magic, for eradicating it. Yet the first person that he might have been able to call a friend has it? “Do you want my knife? Would that make you less afraid of me?”

“…What?” Merlin couldn’t understand what he was hearing. It shouldn’t be Arthur that is giving up his weapon, but Merlin giving up his life. “No, you- you should be afraid of me, not the other way around.” The more Merlin stammered in his words, the more inclined Arthur was to hand over his weapon. 

The prince crouched down in front of the man, he was so skittish in every movement that Arthur did, it was hurtful. But for once, it wasn't because Arthur did something. It wasn't fear of him, just of his secret getting out. The real secret. 

“Merlin, look at me. There is nothing that can make me afraid of you.” He places the knife in the mans hands, in the sorcerers capable hands. “The way that you have spoken to me now, just shows me who you are. You saved me from falling embarrassingly, I can't be afraid of someone like that. But you can be afraid of someone who can very easily stab you. So keep this.” 

“Arthur, I cant-”

“Just-” Merlin was about to put it back in the prince's hands before he stopped him. To place it back in the prince's hands before he stopped him from doing so. “Take it. I have enough anyway and this way, you can trust me.”

 

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Things became a little more tense after that, they walked back to the street that they had found each other on, since the sun was starting to peer from the mountains, it was time to return back anyway. “Thank you for trusting me.” Arthur grinned at the man, and suddenly, all of the awkwardness and tenseness had melted away with five simple words. With that, he left, walking away back to wherever he came from. 

Something that the prince didn’t intend on when coming out tonight, was that he was to gain an interest in someone. A romantic interest. God, he was so stupid!

Merlin is just some man that he met on a late night walk, nothing more nothing less. He can’t be his friend, never mind anything else. 

He returned from his walk with Morgana in his chambers. “So, dear brother, where did your walk lead you tonight? You have never been gone the full night. What happened?” It was only a matter of time before Morgana asked but he hoped that he would at least get an hour of sleep beforehand. Considering the ball is tonight. “You must have met someone? That is the only reason that you are so nervous to tell me now! You have to tell me all about it!”

“Morgana!” They had grown up together, it was only a matter of time before she had guessed correctly. “Even if I did meet someone nothing can come of it! I am to marry a woman and that’s it. Can’t go around wishing for fairytales and happy endings when we both know what will come of it will not be anything good.”

“You need to live a little. Tell me who this man is that has caught your heart?”

“A man called Merlin. We both agreed last night to not address formalities. I do not know which family he belongs to and he does not know that I am a prince.” Morgana was about to shout at him, that much was clear but he will not accept it yet. “We told each other a secret. I told him of my…gender interests and he simply spoke of how stupid it was that society has forced such rules.” 

“He likes you!”

“I did not say that. He actually said that he has never thought about the matter. Whether that be man or woman, it has never crossed his mind.” 

Morgana raised an eyebrow at that. “Lady Whistledown spoke about the Diamond and the Black Opal. The Diamond that our father has picked out for you is Lady Mithian. I have had the pleasure of speaking to her once before but I was rude to her then. I hope she doesn’t think too badly of me.” Now it was Arthur’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “I had an argument with our father the same day, I was rude to a lot of people that day. As for the Black Opal, it is said that he had chosen a man named Merlin Sylvester.” Arthur turned to her completely, stopping in his tracks. “Arthur, do not look at me like that. Please.”

“If Lady Whistledown is to be trusted then yes, Merlin Sylvester was chosen to be the Black Opal of the ton but that doesn’t mean that the Merlin that I had met belongs to that family. And, if she is to be believed, then our father has chosen a man out of favouritism, not of any interest or skill that he has. I doubt that he is anything like my Merlin-”

He had stopped dead in his tracks, never has he called anyone else his if it wasn’t true. Merlin is and will never be his and it seems that Morgana had picked up on that as well, considering the way that she was looking at him. It has been one night and he was calling Merlin his. Merlin, the sorcerer. Merlin, the man who would have been an enemy to his family many years ago. Their ancestors probably caught and he is here, attempting to court whilst not courting Merlin. He can never court Merlin.

Perhaps it’s a good thing that Arthur isn’t sleeping tonight. His mind plays tricks on him whenever he is asleep, he would most likely dream of Merlin. Something that he really cannot afford.

“Arthur, if Merlin is coming to the ball, we will find out if he is truly the Black Opal, belonging to the Sylvester family or if he simply just has the same name as him.” Morgana was trying to change the subject from what he had just called Merlin, but it wasn’t going according to plan. “If thou have an interest in the man then find yourself a lesbian!”

He chuckled at her statement. “It’s funny, he practically said the same thing.”

“Then take his advice. Even if he doesn’t think the same about you, he gave you a brilliant place to start.”

“But father-”

“Is not relevant to this. For once, follow your heart. Seize the moment. For once, Arthur, do something spontaneous because you want to. Not because our father demands it.”

Annoyingly, she was right.

 

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Soon enough, our Prince will turn 21 and the king will force his hand in marriage if he does not wish to marry the Diamond that the King had chosen for him. Lady Mithian Gedrof. It isn’t surprising that she was chosen to be the Damond of the season, with a name as beautiful as herself, it was only fitting that the king would choose her as a potential Lady to Marry Prince Arthur Pendragon. 

Our dear Prince on the matter, has not been seen since the King had declared him to be ready for marriage. Could our prince be hiding away, hating the very fact that his father has chosen who he should marry before he is even on the market? Or has he already found someone worthy of his eye that can tame that heart of fire? 

As for our Black Opal of the season, Merlin Sylvester has been seen walking the town earlier today with Lady Mithian. Could our Black Opal and our Diamond be courting each other in secret? Or is there something much more scandalous going on behind closed doors? Both are rare gems indeed. Our prince will need to be quick if he was to Marry Lady Mithian.

Perhaps the ball tonight will show us the truth. And don’t worry, for all of you that can’t attend, I am here to deliver.

 

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—Merlin’s POV—

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The Ball was going the same as they usually do. Arthur has had 2 years worth of this, this would technically be his third year. But Merlin? He had no experience. His mother and father didn’t meet form a ball, she cannot be of much help when it comes to trying to court someone. Even then, he has never thought about marriage and the more that Lady Whistledown writes about his friendship with Mithian being anything more than that, a friendship. 

It’s true that she is a beautiful woman, but it is also true that he has no feelings for her. He can only hope that the same goes for her. 

Or at least, he thought that he felt nothing for her, until he saw her in that dress. A gorgeous and regal dress fit for the most graceful and kind woman that he has ever met. It was red with shimmers, gemstones littered the top and the belt, with a sash that connected to her gloves. The gloves that had the same red gemstones, only smaller, around the top. 

“Mithian…” She looked at him, those pink shades on her eyelids and eyelashes that would flatter any worthy suitor. “You look beautiful.” Was the only compliment he could give without proving Lady Whistledown correct. 

He was sporting his typical blue, only this time it was a lot more detailed. “As do you, your grace.” She lightly bowed her head, practicing a slight bit of formality before they head to the Ball. His mother had loaned Guinevere her white and light pink dress with a blue sash around it. Not quite as astonishing as Merlin would have liked but she looked amazing either way. She chose after all and she did an amazing choice. The light colours contrasted her brown skin so beautifully that she was bound to catch the eye of anyone who she wishes. 

With them all in the carriage, they entered the Ball. A couple of the ladies had swarmed him, pretty much asking for a dance without asking. The hints they were dropping were almost obnoxious, so he did ask a couple of them to dance simply to stop people from coming up to him. 

And by God was that a mistake.

 

One of the first dances he had, the conversation was dry and the woman had no personality. It isn’t exactly her fault, but he would’ve liked to think that she had some of her own opinions.

“So, have you ever thought about leaving the city?”

“I will go where ever my husband is he’s to go. His wants are my wants.”

“What do you do in your spare time?”

“I play the piano and I like to sew.”

“Do you actually like to do those things or is that just something that you have been told to like?”

“Pardon, your grace?”

It was then that it was clear, neither party would be happy if he was to court this woman. “Nothing, I apologise for stepping out of line.” She chirped up, trying to say that it was her fault for not understanding what he had meant. The rest of the dance was pretty silent for them. It was incredibly boring.

The second dance he had, the woman was rattling off anything that she could to try and impress him, although it all turned out futile considering everything that she listed was typical. But again, it isn’t their fault that this is what they have been taught.

The third was silent, completely silent. She was only staring at him, and dancing. It was actually a bit intimidating. 

 

Once the three dances were finally over, he resided back towards Mithian. Soon enough, the guards announced King Uther’s entrance along with Prince Arthur and Princess Morgana. However, who he saw was someone he was greatly not expecting.

Chapter 3: Chapter 2

—An Eventful Ball—

 

The Prince stood before him as he entered the room. Tailored in a coat of a deep red with golden trims, trousers were the same black obsidian as his boots, only his boots looked to be freshly polished. Not a crutch or speck of dirt in sight. Makes a big different to when his foot was caught in the mud. Standing beside him was the beautiful and radiant Princess Morgana, he has seen her around before. Walking around the town with a guard or two following her every step, protecting her from getting swarmed or robbed or worse, she was always so kind to the shop owners. They might have been siblings, but the stories about them both had been very different. 

He heard huff lightly under her breath the second that they had entered. 

"His Royal Majesty, King Uther Pendragon! His Royal Highness, Prince Arthur! Her Royal Highness, Princess Morgana!" Announced the royal heralds, the music had started once again as they entered more into the room. 

Merlin couldn’t get it out of his head. Arthur? The man who had tumbled on top of him when he helped Arthur out of the man. Arthur, the man who knows of his magic, of his secret with Guinevere and Mithian. Arthur, Prince Arthur Pendragon was the man who had first decided that they were not to address formalities last night and now he knows exactly why. He certainly doesn’t have the best reputation when it comes to the people’s views on him. Merlin knows why, the amount of pressures that his father has on him, what was spilled that night should never have been uttered to someone of such a high station and someone who was supposedly friends with the royal family. 

He had gone his entire life without knowing who the Prince actually was, without ever seeing him before, even around the ton. It was only fate’s design that he had met the Prince, spilling their deepest secrets to each other the night before the Ball. He should have expected this, but the shock that filled his veins was something that is not easily shaken off. 

At least he knows that his secret’s won’t get out, the Prince is a private person, and if word got out of his homosexuality then there isn’t a doubt that the family wouldn’t face horrendous backlash. Most likely said that he isn’t fit to rule, that he has to abdicate and give up his rights to the throne. 

That Arthur that he had met in the streets last night, is not the same Arthur that stands before him now. Gone was the man who he had spilled his secrets to, the man who he had shared HIS space with, the man that he had thought he had an understanding with. This Arthur stands tall and proud, has arrogance practically leaking off of his very being. His posture radiated with authority, this was him in his true form. Regal, Royal and the utter arse that he had heard about in the streets. 

Except, he can no longer think of him a that arse anymore. He knows too much about him to know that it is just a mask that he puts on for the sake of his throne, of his title. If people believe you to be dangerous, to be someone that can never be understanding or merciful, no one will try to mess with you. No one will try to use you. 

Arthur looked so much like his father in this form. It conflicted with Merlin greatly. 

Their eyes met across the room, Merlin’s breath hitched in his lungs. Merlin had never thought about marriage or love before Arthur had started talking about it with him. Now, he stands before him, his deep blue eyes, so captivating and yet so dangerous. At any given moment, he can strike him down for simply possessing magic, he can tear him down with that one secret he spilled to Arthur about Guinevere, but Merlin can do so much worse. Arthur is not dangerous, Merlin can’t believe that. Not after how he had met last night. He was suffocating under his title, that much was clear and Merlin gave him a temporary moment of escape. And in that moment, a spark of romance ignited inside of him that cannot be denied but something that he deeply wants to hide from. 

As a couple of the Ladies swarmed him and a couple of the gentlemen started to swarm Princess Morgana, he looked away, giving all of his attention to Mithian. Wanting to find out why exactly she scoffed so quietly as soon as they had entered the room.

 

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Prince Arthur Pendragon entered the room, his sister by his side and his father in front of them. All, dripping with the anticipation of what tonight might bring. His father had drilled into him about the importance of finding a wife but as his eyes landed on Merlin, that same man he spoke to under the stars, the same man that ignited the very fear of love inside of him, all of that seemed to vanish. The thought of finding a wife, no longer a concern with Arthur and it was clear that Morgana had noticed it as well. 

Admittedly, he instinctively tried to sight out that family face, expecting Merlin to be here. The way that he was talking about the ball last night, it was clear that Merlin wanted to speak to him again, even if their meeting should have never happened in the first place. But talking to him, in front of all of these people, potentially listening to his every word was something that he could not stomach, so he teared his eyes away. Purely out of fear.

Seeing Merlin so refined, in that glamorous blue coat and pristine white shirt was an image that he could not get out of his mind. If a man could look good in ordinary clothing, seeing him so aristocratic almost made Arthur forget all about his duties as a prince. Merlin it’s dangerous for Arthur to be around and that is not something that he can afford, especially with the weight of the kingdom resting on his shoulders. He looked so well kept, so different from who he had seen last night. Even in the dark, dimly lit streets and starlit fields, Merlin has a face so distinguishable that it didn’t matter if he was wearing such charming clothing or peasant rags. He could find him in any crowd, but now he wished that he hadn’t. Merlin disappeared in the sea of people, not long after Arthur had been swarmed by ladies waiting for him to ask them to dance. He had feelings for the man before, certainly had some sort of a romantic interest towards him and now it is solidified and Arthur cannot afford that. No matter how much Morgana keeps eyeing him to go and talk to the man.

One of the women would not leave him alone, so he granted her the pleasure of one dance. After that, she would leave him be. 

It is only by design that as he waltzes to the dance floor, Merlin is on it already, smiling at the woman he is dancing with. So much care in his eyes, the same care that he gave to Arthur after he apologised for how his father had been treating him. He couldn’t help but smile at the memory, how funny it would be to confront Merlin about what he had called his father. With any luck, Merlin isn’t going to feel betrayed at how much he had told him, how much Arthur didn’t tell him. 

And, with any luck, Merlin isn’t the Black Opal of the season, the Sylvester that he had never met.

 

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It has been a long time since Mithian had danced with Merlin, the last time must have been when he was teaching her how to dance. So much has changed since then, for starters, her rank in society has greatly increased and the King had declared her a Diamond of the season. It was a shock to her but somehow, Merlin seemed to know that she was going to be picked. She doesn’t know how she knew, but right now, dancing on the dance floor, that doesn’t really matter to her. 

“So, are you going to tell me why you made a noise of disdain once the royals had entered the room.” She had to hide another sound of displeasure once he had brought it up, so much so that he chuckled in response. “It’s only me Mithian, you know you can trust me.”

“I know.” He raised an eyebrow towards her, waiting for an answer. He was speaking quietly, just as she was. No one was paying attention to them, or at least what they were saying. Merlin made sure of that with one of his spells before they had arrived. 

Not that Mithian knows of course, but Lady Whistledown is not going to get any gossip from him or his friends. Perhaps he should cast it on Arthur too so that he can be his true self instead of this persona that he has made for himself.

Merlin can tell, glancing to the other side of the room where Arthur was dancing with another woman that he hated every second of it. And, of course, the woman is far too lost in his looks and his title to care about how much he truly hates dancing with her. Merlin is sure that it isn’t even that he isn’t dancing with a man, but her character in general. 

However, his attention is on Mithian, that’s where it’ll stay until she decides otherwise. “Everyone is simply lost in her charms to know that she is not as kind as everyone portrays her to be. Last time she spoke to me, she was so rude and I hadn’t even interacted with her. She was the one that came near me and she started a fight. She is exactly like her brother.” Normally, someone expressing their dislike for something or someone results in anger but she sounded more sad and almost betrayed. But if they did not know each other then she has nothing to be betrayed over. Just as Merlin doesn’t have anything to feel betrayed over when it comes to Arthur. He doesn’t know the man, he only knows a secret or two, that isn’t enough to know him. It was once night. Nothing more. Either way, if Morgana is exactly like Arthur, then they have a lot more in their minds than they like to let on. “Princess Morgana is nothing like the townsfolk say, she made one of the bakeries give her something for free because there wasn’t enough icing on it!”

“Mithian, is there a chance that you might be mistaken? Or that there’s something more to the story?”

“Since when do you defend the royals?” He gestured towards Morgana, Mithian looking to where he was and she was being friendly with one of the lower families at this ball. In fact, she took off one of her rings and handed it to the man she was speaking to, then she pointed to the lady beside him. She was helping the man get a ring valuable enough for his proposal. “She gave something up on her own to help someone else.”

Merlin nodded, the song ended and he tucked her away, on the side out of the way of the dance floor. “Sometimes, things aren’t as they appear. Try to talk to her, see if she recognises you. Besides, the king chose you out to be the Diamond to potentially marry his son.” Even saying that sentence felt strange to Merlin. Not only for the strange, mixed signals that his heart is giving him but talking to his friend like she was going to marry a prince was all very odd. Especially knowing where Prince Arthur’s heart lies, and it certainly isn’t in women no matter how kind they are. “It would be best if you and his sister were on good or at least alright terms.”

“You are the worst.”

He laughed at her comment. “So that’s why you’re friends with me.” She playfully rolled her eyes. “Go, now, before another undeserving man tries to get her attention.” Mithian nodded, slowly heading towards her and he stood there looking after her. 

Or at least, he would have, if it wasn’t for the King and his son walking towards him. “Arthur, this is the Black Opal of the season. Someone who you should have met a long time ago, Merlin Sylvester.” It was clear in the Prince’s eyes that he did not expect Merlin to be the Opal, or maybe it was his surname. 

“Your highness.” He lightly bowed in respect, it didn’t feel normal to bow to Prince Arthur after what they had spoken about last night. “This is quite the ball you have put on. An excellent turnout, I imagine?”

“Yes, a lot more people than expected came tonight. If you’ll excuse me, I have to speak to an old friend of mine. Why don’t you get acquainted with my son? You will be seeing a lot more of each other for the future days to come.” 

He wandered off to find the general, “Father!” He tried to retaliate but he disappeared in the crowds. Much like Merlin had once done. “So. You’re a Sylvester?” He spoke with authority, so different to how he spoke last night but that wasn’t surprising, what was however, was how much he hated saying that.

“Hold on a minute, you never said you were a Prince. If anyone has a reason to be upset that would be me. However, there are too many people here for us to not act…somewhat…civil towards each other. So let’s bring on the formalities, my lord.” He bowed again, this time much lower than he did the first time and speaking in a tone that kind of made his title sound more like a jest or in a condescending way than how it is supposed to be said.

“Hmm, quite.” Arthur was terrible at hiding his feelings, that much was clear to Merlin. “I assume the woman that you were just speaking to is the Diamond?”

It annoyed the secret sorcerer for how Arthur ignored how he spoke his title. Perhaps this will get the prince’s attention. “Yes, Lady Mithian. If your father has it his way then she would be your future bride.” He knew he shouldn’t have said that, especially the way he did but he couldn’t help himself. It was so easy to tease Arthur, if only there weren’t so many people around then he would have joked about it. His eyebrows furrowed in response, slight anger burning into his heart for how Merlin was speaking. 

Arthur cleared his throat. “And what of Guinevere? Is she having a good time?” He decided to play the same game that Merlin was playing. It was oddly exhilarating for the Prince to be talking to someone so publicly in this sort of way. If his father heard how they were talking, he would put an end to this instantly. Luckily for them, he was gone, talking to his advisor and his doctor. Funny how one man could be both to such a high status. Perhaps that’s a way to have Merlin close to him once he becomes king. Make him an advisor.

How silly Merlin truly was. Playing games like this, almost makes Arthur feel like he was a teenager messing with Morgana again. One man, bringing out something that he was so afraid to do again, he might as well have been in a dream. That would explain everything. The only issue is, he knows that it’s not from the headache that he was feeling from the lack of sleep. How Merlin was acting perfectly fine would always surprise Arthur, maybe he was able to sleep when he got home or maybe it was his magic providing support. Oh what he wouldn’t give to see those eyes again.

“She is having a lovely time, although she is filling her stomach with as much lemonade as she can get.” She laughs, gesturing towards the dark skinned woman by the table, talking to an older woman. “I hope there isn’t a limit on how many glasses one can drink?”

“No, of course not. Am I allowed to speak to her?”

His face showed confusion for a second, “A prince doesn’t need to ask permission from someone lower than him to talk to someone.” For some reason, his words stung. Yes, Merlin is technically lower than him in status and rank, but he is not lower than him in terms of who he is. Perhaps, in a different world, he could marry Merlin, as long as his feelings were reciprocated. After all, the man would make a fine prince and an even greater king. Probably would do a better job then Arthur could ever do.

The prince bids adieu and walks over to the table to meet Guinevere. The woman that she was speaking with, he recognises now, she was Merlin’s mother.

He had met her before, a lovely woman. Always showed him so much kindness no matter how he was acting, it was her that had always managed to tame his temper whenever she was at the castle for a visit. The fact that her son can do the same doesn’t come as a shock at all.

“My lady,” he shows respect, despite the secret that he knows thanks to Merlin. He will keep up appearances for his sake, but even if he didn’t tell him, he wouldn’t be able to tell that she was a lowly servant.

She acted exactly like any other lady in the room, only she seemed to have a lot more personality. 

“Your Highness.” She bowed, and so did Hunith.

“Prince Arthur, it has been a long time. I see that you were finally getting acquainted with my son, Merlin?”

“Yes, an interesting gentleman, to say the least. I have to say that name that you picked out for him is rather intriguing.” He couldn’t help but mention it. After all, it had been on his mind for a long time, ever since Merlin first introduced himself. Not very often, a man is named after a bird. That is usually reserved for women, yet it suited the man perfectly. 

She blushed in embarrassment and Guinevere turned to Hunith, as Arthur couldn’t help but spare a glance at Merlin. Watching him there, dancing with a woman, looking as if he was enjoying himself. It wasn’t that, that hurt. It was knowing that he would be happier in another's presence, that he could be happy without Arthur and the prince would be left and only known as that one experience wandering through the streets and the fields.

“Yes, his father picked it.” Arthur very quickly realised his mistake, but before he could apologise, Hunith reassured him. “The same blue Merlin bird had always come by and sat on the windowsill on my later stages of pregnancy. I would feed it berries and it always came back the next morning. When my son was born, he thought that it was the perfect name for him.”

Blue Merlin bird. The world decided his name and his appearance before he was even born. The main question he has is if Merlin has similar characteristics of the bird itself. It might be silly, but there have been stranger things that have happened since he first met the man. “That’s delightful. I’m still sorry about his passing. I’m glad that my father continued to look after your family even after Balinor’s passing.”

“I can’t thank him enough for all he has done. If you will excuse me, I believe that Merlin is trying to get my attention.”

Arthur watched her leave, tending to his son and whatever he may want. He was left alone with Guinevere, the servant posing as a Lady. Realistically, he should have her arrested, but no, he will not do that. “So, Guinevere, would you care for a dance?” He held out his hand, not quite knowing why he had a sudden urge to ask her, but he knew that it would make Merlin happy and from the expression on her face, she was practically beaming with delight and nerves. Besides, if he kept her away from other nobles that have their eye on her then it means that she doesn’t have to lie to anyone. No one would dare to bother her, especially since it was Arthur that walked up to her in the first place. 

“I would love to, but I’m afraid I’m not the best dancer.”

It was clear that she wanted to have fun, not to find a husband or to use him for his rank. If she wanted to use anyone, then she would be using Merlin and Arthur believes that he is far too smart to know when he is being manipulated. Arthur is doing this for a friend, the same reason Merlin is breaking the rules for her. To help a friend. “Just follow my lead.”

 

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Morgana couldn’t help but notice how her brother was the one to offer her the dance. Her incredibly gay brother, asked a lady to dance without them pestering him? She knows that he needs to keep up appearances but she hopes that he doesn’t lead the girl on to except something more. However, her attention quickly changed to a woman, slowly walking up to her with a nervous look in her eyes. Lady Mithian. Hopefully this goes well. 

Before Mithian even had the chance to say anything, Morgana was quick to speak. “Lady Mithian, I want to apologise for my last encounter with you. I was not myself and I made sure to give that baker a much larger sum the next day. It was unfair of me to demand such a thing.”

“I apologise in advance, your highness, for speaking out of turn but yes, it was a ludicrous demand. All for having less icing than you would have hoped. However, after seeing what you had just done for that man, giving up your ring so that he has a chance to propose, you are not the Princess I met in that bakery.” She nodded along to what Mithian was saying, every statement was valid but when she brought up the man, that part greatly confused her. She didn’t think that anyone was watching, if her father found out, he would be so angry. “It was a very kind gesture that you did. Since Sir Merlin Sylvester and his family are friends with yours, he thought that it would be good if we had a fresh start. I am Lady Mithian Gedrof, pleased to meet you.”

“Princess Morgana Pendragon. I am so happy that I have the chance to speak to you. The truth is, I had an argument with someone that day.” She wasn’t going to say who with, especially with all of the prying eyes and ears that could be listening in. “It isn’t an excuse for how I behaved, but it caused me to be in a foul mood all day. Again, no excuse for how I treated anyone that day but I hope that tonight, I can show you who I am, not who I portrayed that day.”

Mithian smiled brightly at her, bowing her head as a sign of respect, something she did not do at the start of their meeting. “I believe you already have.”

Morgana couldn’t be happier with getting a fresh start with her. After all, she is the Diamond of the season, friends with Merlin Sylvester, it would be nice for her to make friends with someone outside of her circle. Even if that person is associated with a family close to Morgana’s own.

“I would love some fresh air if you would care to join me?” She agreed, much to Morgana’s pleasure.

One of her guards, Leon, came up behind her. “Would you like me to escort you out, your highness?”

“No, that’s alright Leon. Enjoy the Ball.” She lightly smiled at him and he resumed his usual post. They left outside, the fresh air was lovely. It gets so hot and stuffy in ballrooms sometimes, all you need is a bit of a breeze on your back and face. It helps clear your mind, that is exactly what Morgana and Mithian needed. “Sometimes, I wander around the ton, wearing much less glamorous clothing than I wear tonight, bearing the name of Morgan Le Fae. A chance to get to know the people better, help Arthur for when he becomes king. Many forget my mother’s maiden name. I might be proud to have the Pendragon name but sometimes it’s nice to get rid of the weight of the title. Do something to help Arthur. He would never admit it, but sometimes the pressure that people put on him is too much.”

“Forgive me, your highness, but why are you telling me this? Surely that’s something more personal that you should not be telling a stranger?”

Morgana can admit that Mithian may be right, but she wants her to be her friend. She can’t be friends with someone who believes her brother to be the brute that he portrays himself to be. “I want us to be friends, if you will allow me to be. I know what the people say about him, I didn’t want you to think the same. That he is just a tyrant. I can assure you, a lot of the things that he does, he always has a reason. He could handle it differently, but that is why our father always lets him off. Because the reason is something that he most likely would have forced him to do as well.”

“Like what?”

She breathed in, looking around her and making sure that no one was there. After making sure that the coast is clear, she begins to explain one of the more recent times. “The last man he fought, had tried to dishonour one of his knight's wives.” Her eyes widened. “He caught her alone in a room, forced his lips onto her. If Arthur didn’t find them when he did, I fear what could have happened to the woman. The man was banned from stepping anywhere near one of our knights again, got charged and banished from ever stepping foot on the castle grounds again. Last I heard of him, he was drinking a slum in a tavern.”

Well, that would certainly be a valid reason for the Prince to commit such an act. Seeing as they are royal, it only makes sense that the reasons were steeped under the rug. It is most likely to protect whoever this Knight’s wife was. So that she could be in society without having anyone know her business who she doesn’t tell herself. It’s also a reason why Morgana was so careful not to mention any names other than Arthur’s, even the name of the wretched man that tried to do such a thing.

It is clear to anyone that Morgana loves her brother, dearly. It only makes sense that she would stick up for him and try to get people to understand that he isn’t just a beast who punches anyone he sees fit for a beating that day.

Mithian would have comforted Morgana, to tell her that she better understands her and the family now that she knows what she knows. The only issue is, a man was walking up to them and Morgana had instantly tensed up. “My, my, if it isn’t the lovely Lady Mithian and the ravishing Princess Morgana, all alone outside without a guard or a supervisor.” He stepped closer, making Morgana protectively grab Mithian’s arm and place her stubbly behind her. “Surprised your brother isn’t out here keeping an eye on you. Especially on a night like this.”

“If you take one more step, I assure you, a guard will come and drag you off of our lands.” Morgana really should have let Leon follow them outside, this would never happen if she had let him come.

Mithian freed herself from Morgana’s grip, thankfully the Princess knew where she was heading and even if she wasn’t going to get someone, she was thankful that she left before anything had happened to her. However, it left Morgana all alone with this man. The same man who still had a black and blue eye from the last time he had tried something like this. 

“Your father would be greatly disappointed in you, Morgana. Being alone with a man like this, it would bring dishonour to your family. Luckily for me, no one is here to save you.” 

He stepped closer, not heeding Morgana’s warning. “We do not have any sort of friendship where you can drop my title. You will address it firmly and with the respect it deserves.” She was buying time, trying to keep the man talking until Mithina came back with someone, anyone. It doesn’t matter who, just anyone.

The man snickered at her second warning, stepping close enough where he was able to grip her arm. 

Mithina was speeding around, trying to find the prince. Unfortunately she stopped him midway through a conversation with Guinevere. She can apologise to her later, right now, she needs someone to be able to save Morgana. “It’s your sister.” Was all he needed to hear before he got Leon’s attention and followed Mithian out the doors. 

He found her, being gripped by a man that he has already beaten up once before. “Harold!” He was not going to address titles or show any kind of respect for the man that had tried to dishonour one of his best knight’s wives, and especially for the man that tried to have his own way with his sister. 

The man was very quick to let her go. “Prince Arthur, I was simply warning the Princess of the dangers of being outside alone without a chaperone.”

“Oh, is that all you were doing?” His tone was light hearted, his eyes and expression showed a completely different story. “Knight Leon, if you were to escort Lady Mithian and Princess Morgana back inside, I have a few words to give to Harold.” He agreed, eagerly getting them back inside the building. He could not be more thankful for Leon, he is the best knight in his league and when he is king, Arthur will grant him the official title to be captain of the guard. He has earned it. He cannot be more thankful that Leon got them back inside with haste. This is not for a woman’s eyes, or anyone's eyes to see. 

Finally, he addressed Harold's existence once more. Like a beast playing around with its food ready to feast on it’s prey, he wanted to taunt the man before him. If one could even call him a man. “So, tell me, Harold,” he spoke the man’s name like it was vomit on his tongue, foul, just like he was. “Why is it that I found you lingering around my sister and an honoured guest on the castle grounds when you were banished all but weeks ago for trying to make a move on another who was another honoured guest to the castle?”

“I-I came to- to seek forgiveness. Y-your highness. So I-I-I warned Princess Morgana about the dangers of being alone.” He was stuttering all over the place that the prince couldn’t help but smile maniacally at the man. 

Does he really think that grovelling was to work? That lies and deceit would work on the prince? That he could get out of this unscathed when he saw with his own eyes of that trip grip around Morgana’s fragile form? “Do you think of me…” he stepped closer to Harold, slowly but steadily, ready to. Pounce at any moment. “An idiot? Harold?”

“N-no, no! Of course not, Prince Arthur!”

He took another step, this time a larger stride, the man was practically frozen to the spot. Petrified. Like a deer in headlights, he knew his fate and he hated how much Arthur was postponing this. “Then do you have some sort of…mental affliction? To make you think that you can lie to me without me being able to see straight through it? I saw you there with that grip you had on MY sister and you really think that you can spin this. To make it HER fault?”

No words could escape the man’s mouth, too afraid to speak in the presence of prince who had the wrath and savageness of 10 hungry wolves. He knew that he was not getting out of this one as free as he was before. 

Arthur took another step towards the man, this time inches from his face. “Let this be a lesson to you, Harold. Never EVER touch another woman, never come near my family again, never step foot on these lands.” He then lifted his leg and kicked him down the stairs, making the man tumble down them and landing flat on his back. A breath was forced out of his lungs once he hit the ground, Arthur jumped down the stairs, swiftly standing over the horrible man's weak and broken form. “I should have done this the first time you hurt someone I care about.” He brought a hard and swift kick to the man's ribs, making sure to break at least one of them in the process.

Another kick was brought to the same place, there is sure to be bruising, Arthur can only hope, oh, he can hope that it's broken as well. However, he needs the man to be able to walk, so instead of breaking a leg like he originally planned, he knelt down beside him, smiling calmly, a complete 180 to how he was before. It complete stopped Harold from writhing in pain and look at Arthur with horror in his eyes. “If I hear word, even a whisper, that you have done anything in other lands like you have done to mine, I will personally sail across the sea and kill you myself.” With his last final word, he punched the man square in the face, knowing him out in the process. 

However, once Arthur stood up, he was met with a face that he really didn't want to see while he did this.

Merlin. 

Chapter 4: Chapter 3

—Choosing A Friend—

 

It was a truly vile sight for Merlin to see. The wrath of the prince was something that he only ever heard about, never witnessed. He knew that something was wrong once one of the knights directed Arthur outside with a very panicked Lady Mithian beside him. Even with all of that, he never expected the sight that was laid out in front of him. 

Arthur’s eyes showed fear and sadness when he was looking at Merlin, but the second they landed on the man landed on the ground, it was pure unadulterated hatred. Anger engulfing his entire being, but not a shred of remorse or guilt for what he had done to the man on the ground. There it was again, Arthur’s eyes landing back on Merlin, the instant switch of feelings between the two. It shouldn’t have surprised Merlin as much as it it did. After all, he was a prince, someone who had been taught to regulate their emotions and never show any sign of weakness. Here he was, showing it to Merlin of all people and swapping his feelings between the two men like it was a simple game of catch. 

Everything that he had seen, everything that he heard about the beast before him, he didn’t truly believe it until now. Sure, he didn’t want to ever meet the man because of the rumours and tales that came from people who met the heir to the throne. However, he never truly believed them to be true for him to be so brutal, so destructive. 

Arthur hadn’t said anything. 

What could he even say? ‘Hey Merlin, this beating was just because he tried to touch my sister. Don’t hate me.’ Of course not. It would be Morgana to say something like that and even if Arthur could say it, that would fix nothing. The violence that he bestowed on the man, the violence that Merlin may or may not have witnessed is. Because, that’s the thing. Arthur doesn’t know just how much Merlin knows about this or what he has seen. 

“You know, Arthur,” Merlin was the first to speak, making the young Pendragon hold his breath to put all of his focus on the man. “The rumour mill has said a lot about how bloodthirsty you truly are. I didn’t believe it until now.” That look that Merlin showed Arthur, it wasn’t fear like he was expecting when he first heard Merlin’s voice, it was disgust and hatred. “I thought…” he stopped himself for a moment, looking up at the stars and lightly laughing at himself. “I thought that you were so much more than what you were letting on to the people. How wrong I was.”

Merlin turned around and was about to head back up the stairs to join Mithian and Guinevere once more.

“Merlin-” Arthur tried to stop him, to talk to him to sort this out.

He can’t lose his only friend that he wasn’t forced to talk to.

He couldn’t.

Leon is one of his closest friends, but they didn’t talk to each other by choice. In fact, Leon even confided in him that when he first met Arthur when they were both kids, he hated him. Thought he was a spoiled child, a show off, at the time he wasn’t exactly wrong.

Morgana, she is his sister. Yes, your sister can still be your friend but the likelihood of you still being friends if you weren’t forced in close proximity is slim. Extremely slim. He would have never trusted her with some of his closest secrets, especially if she was raised outside of the castle like any other lady. As Merlin had said it, a lot of them partake in the activity of the rumour mill, those that aren’t married to some of his knights or the lords are the worst to participate with it. So it wouldn’t shock him to find out that in some alternate reality where she wasn’t raised in the castle with him, that she would be the same. She would probably hate him just like Leon used to. He would just be another violent man to her, nothing more. 

Merlin chose to speak to him. Granted, it might have been some twisted version of fate. Some god up there playing a prank, making it so that they meet under those circumstances. But Merlin CHOSE to let Arthur in, he CHOSE to let Arthur walk with him and he CHOSE to not shrug him aside that night. Whether it was fate or not, if one was to believe in that, Merlin chose to want company that night and he chose to have that company with Arthur. 

He can’t bear to lose the only friend that chose to be with him. Not out of obligation or a family bond, but simply because he wanted to. 

Arthur would hate it if Morgana had decided one day that she wanted nothing to do with him, just like he would hate it if the same thing happened to Leon. Yet, there was something a bit more painful when it came to Merlin. Even after he found out who he was, and vice versa, he chose to still be civil, to still be friends. The way that they were talking, he saw them still as friends. 

“No, Arthur. There are better ways to deal with your anger. You’re a prince for god’s sake! You could have called and guards would have escorted him off of the grounds without you needing to punch him in the temple and probably break his ribs. Whatever this man has done, you didn’t need to do that.” He spoke so firmly, it almost made Arthur forget about everything he shared with the man the other night. Almost. There was nothing that he, nor Merlin could do that would make Arthur forget about what happened, what they shared, what they spoke of. 

Arthur didn’t want to mention it but he really cannot lose Merlin. Especially not to this. “He would have put his hands on Morgana! I had to-”

“What?! You had to what?” Merlin finally turned back around to meet Arthur, to face him. The prince really wished that he didn’t, just so he wouldn’t have to see that disgust in his eyes when he looks at him. It made him look at the ground. “Again, you have knights, men at your disposal. Guards that obey your every whim. You didn’t have to do that. One punch is enough, then you have him gone. But this? I almost thought that we could have been friends, you know?” Arthur raised his head quickly, astonished to hear those words but the bite that was held on Merlin’s tongue. ‘Could’ve’. He has ruined that. All because he wanted to beat the man before giving him a proper punishment, all because he wanted to act like the brute he portrayed than the prince he was raised to be. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful you’ve kept my two secrets and don’t worry, yours will be kept too. I won’t talk about what happened tonight either. Can call that even but unless we are in company, never speak to me as if we are friends or even associates. EVER again.”

He watched Merlin go back into the ballroom as if nothing had happened. Putting on a usual face that showed how long he was born and forced to comply to the rules of society. A brace face, if one could call it that. 

A couple of raindrops landed on his head after Merlin had entered the building. It was almost poetic in a way. Arthur had called over a couple guards to dump him on the first boat out of town and to make sure that Spain will keep him there. Teach him the proper ways to behave like a men, a gentleman at that. Then again, from what Merlin was saying, Arthur needed some lessons on how to behave like a gentleman. He stood there, in the rain, thinking over the choices that has led him here. The choices that ruined the only opportunity for a friend outside of his already existing circle. 

It was painful. To watch him walk through the door and act like nothing happened, to see Mithian’s, Morgana’s, Guinevere’s and occasionally Merlin’s aces through the windows as they danced or talked. 

Arthur had felt pain before. 

The death of his mother, his step mother. 

The betrayal of the man he once let into the castle, only for him to put his slimy hands on those he cared about.

The fear he felt when he thought that Morgana was going to die after she fell off of her horse, only to have a steady recovery that got her back to riding only a month after healing. 

Yet, even with all of that, the worst pain he felt is that look in a mans eyes that he had only known for two nights. A man that he wasn’t even completely friends with yet. The man who has secret magic, that his family would have been at war with in the past. But it was more than that with Arthur. He was the man that helped him accept the homosexual part of himself a lot better than before. The man that was betraying some social standards, breaking a rule for a friend, a servant, that would have his family ruined if word ever got out. The man that wasn’t even angry about Arthur not telling that he was a prince, or even about sexual preference. 

It was pathetic really. How attached Arthur had gotten to a single man in such a short time. He genuinely thought that something can be different, that he could be different from any other lord that he has met. 

Except, he was different from any other lord. He kept his word. No one found out about what happened, or about his preferences after he walked through those double doors. He had simply stated that they cannot be friends and as much as it would pain him, he has to respect that. Yes, they will need to keep up appearances with his father and most likely Merlin’s mother and Guinevere, but that doesn’t mean that the things they had shared didn’t happen. 

Merlin showed that much. Arthur can only hope that in time, Merlin grows to understand why Arthur acted the way he did. That he understands that it wasn’t just his anger that made him act out in such a way. He wants to protect his family and his people. Hopefully, Merlin will understand that. In time. 

A man can hope right? 

Merlin kept his word. He might not know much about his father, but from what his mother has told him, he was a man of his word. He hopes that he can make him proud. 

Even Merlin doesn’t understand why seeing Arthur act like the man everyone portrayed him to be, hurt him so much. It’s not like Arthur ever lied about who he was. He didn’t tell him his family heritage the night they met but neither did Merlin. For some reason, he just didn’t want to believe it. 

That the man that he shared moments with on the swing set was anything like the man he had heard about in the streets. Or like who he had seen in the garden. Even still, he is still attending a ball, he needs to keep up appearances and all that nonsense. After all, he might have yelled, raised his voice a little bit, but he never shouted. That was all for Arthur’s sake. It’s hard to suddenly stop caring about someone who you thought was going to be someone that you can be close to.

It was stupid of him to believe that he can speak to someone about his magic, show them what he can do and have some sort of solace in someone else anyway. The only person he can do that with is his mother. It was stupid of him to think otherwise. That Arthur could have been that man. The prince of all people!

Thank fate for helping Merlin see just the type of man that Arthur is.

“Merlin, dear, have you met Princess Morgana?” His mother walked up towards him, with Morgana on her arm.

He smiled politely at the princess, “No, I have not had the pleasure yet.” 

“Well, I will let you two talk. King Uther would like us all to become closer than we have been. For our children to interact before the dinner party that he will be hosting.” His eyes widened in shock and Morgana couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at his reaction. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s been a long time coming. Excuse me, your highness.”

“Not at all.” Her subtle, Celtic accent flooding through as she spoke. He watched his mother leave, the only buffer between him and the pendragon before him. “Don’t let her know that I told you this but, it was her idea for us all to socialise tonight. My father only made the plan to host a dinner party tonight once he saw how well you and Arthur hit it off.” He wanted to roll his eyes, to curse himself for being so stupid but he couldn’t do tat in front of the princess. She seemed so happy with the idea, he couldn’t bring her happiness down. Even if he really hated the thought of having to interact peacefully with Arthur. “I’ve never seen my brother act so friendly with a stranger before.”

She raised her eyebrow as if she knew something. “Suppose it is just another part of my charm.” He has had enough practice about pretending, especially when it came to his magic. So interacting with Morgana, pretending that thats all it was. A quip. She giggled at his words, so clearly it worked. “I understand that my friend, Lady Mithian, has spoken to you tonight. Can I assume tat it went well?”

“Yes, there were misunderstandings that we cleared up from the first time we had met. She spoke about how it was your idea for her to ask me about what happened. For that, you have my thanks. She is a lovely woman.”

“She is.” He looked for Mithian in the crowd, stopping when he finally saw her and she waved at him whilst talking to a lord. A man he has never met nor seen but she has an impressive razor for finding good people, so he does not need to be worried about him. 

Morgana saw just how much his eyes softened when they found her. How much care flooded his expression from a simple glance that nearly, completely disappeared when turning back to her. She can understand why Arthur was so besotted with him even after one night. From what little he has said about the man before her, he is an honourable man. A true nobleman. One who deserves his title and the money that goes with it. 

She cleared her throat, “am I right to assume that a flame is between the two of you?” He furrowed his eyebrows for a second then understood what she was saying. “I don’t mean to be forward, I am more so curious about your standing with her.”

“No. We are just friends, I think of her as my older sister so definitely no flame there.” They shared a laugh, a simple thing but one that helps Morgana always feel closer to people. “And if anyone does court her, I’ll do the right brotherly thing and make sure that the man is a gentleman. A man of honour, with a kind heart, loyal and understanding. She deserves that much. Someone that can treat her properly, without giving her false promises.”

He talks about Mithian finding someone the same way that Arthur does with Morgana. Except, her brother would most likely do it in a much more threatening way. She might not know what Merlin will do but she is sure that his tactics would be a bit different to Arthurs. They aren't so different really. Merlin and Arthur. Actually, the three of them aren’t that different. Morgana would do the exact same thing that Merlin spoke about. Making sure that the woman was understanding, that she wouldn’t use him. She knows that he could never grow to love her, but that’s why it is so important for him to find someone understanding. If he ever found a man, he might never be allowed to marry him, but she would make sure that he is like the type of man that Merlin is describing. 

With this small interaction, she sees all of those qualities in Merlin. All that and more. 

“Arthur is the same way around me. He is a bit more protective though.”

He looks to the side, raising an eyebrow at the same time. “Yeah, I can tell that much.”

Merlin might be a good actor, but that subtle tone in his voice was something that couldn’t be hidden from Morgana. The kind of tone that isn’t exactly disapproval of the acts but of the person itself. Whatever happened in the hour can’t be anything good. “He means well. Even if his actions don’t always show it.” He wanted to scoff but that is not the way to act around a princess. Especially one that you have to interact with on a later date. “He spoke about you.” That brought him back, out of his thoughts as a worried look plasters his face. Could she know? “He didn’t say much but he respects you as a person. It isn’t very often that he meets new people that he cares about making a good impression over.”

Again, not surprising to the secret sorcerer. “Thank you Morgana for speaking for him but if he really cares about what I think then he can tell me that himself.” She was sad about how much he dismissed her, how much she wanted to speak good about her brother and how much it didn’t matter to Merlin. It almost made him feel bad for the princess, but he stands by what he said. If he wants to make things right then he can tell Merlin that himself. He tried making excuses for himself, for how he acted, never explained why he thought he had to deal with it that way. “I’m sorry, but I would prefer to hear it from him. However he is lucky to have a sister as beautiful and loyal as you.” 

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks from such an open compliment. He never shied away, didn’t mean anything by it other than the compliment itself. Never expected anything back and in fact acted nonchalant about what he said. Like it was a fact more than an opinion. Morgana has never understood her brother more than she does right now. He really does make quite an impression on you. “Well, if he doesn’t make things right, then it is his loss.” Merlin shook his head. “I’m serious! If he doesn’t explain himself properly, whatever it is that he has done then he is missing out on a great friend. For what it’s worth, even if he doesn’t make things right, would you still want to associate yourself with a lowly princess?”

It was clear what she was doing, especially with how she addressed herself. You can’t be lowly and a princess. It was rather smart of her, even if she doesn’t know what she was doing with that comment. “I believe I would, if you would have me.” He glanced to the dance floor, then back at her. “Princess Morgana Pendragon, would you do me the honour of being my final dance?” He held out his hand, it was the first time that he has used her title as well. A refreshing change. 

She takes his hand and he was a wonderful dancer. He seemed like he really enjoyed himself and that was only solidified when he spoke about the music once the song finally ended. How much he felt at peace with it, the final thing that he could get lost in before retiring to his home, to his bed.

If Arthur doesn’t make things better between them, then it really is his loss. 

Upon saying goodbye, Hunith, Mithian, her mother and Guinevere all in the carriage waiting, Merlin stayed behind. “It isn’t just him that needs to make things civil between us again. He isn’t entirely to blame but what I heard was excuses. I want an actual explanation and if he can’t give that then I have nothing to say to him outside of business. However, it was lovely to meet you Princess Morgana.” He bowed down, kissing her hand to bid her a proper farewell. 

“I know how Arthur can be. He will get his head on right eventually, it will just take time. And please, call me Morgana, Merlin. I wouldn’t want you to constantly address my title whenever we speak.” He nods, taking that into account and made his way to the carriage, getting looks from everyone inside about his interaction with Morgana. As if something had happened between them that would be worthy of note. 

They shared one dance to end a mostly pleasant evening. Nothing behind that other than a simple potential friendship. 

Hopefully with Morgana he doesn’t get blindsided or sucked into charms.

 

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Arthur didn’t have the heart to return to the ball after what had happened. He doubts that there is anything that he could say to Merlin to make it better or easier. Might be easier to cut his losses but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to lose that, to give up on something that might have been great. 

However, he has learned better than anyone that things like that aren’t often in our control. If they were, Arthur would have fixed it before the rain had started. But it’s not so he has no other choice except to deal with it head on. 

The first thing he had done when he entered the castle through the back is ask one of the servants to prepare a hot bath. It would give him time to think, to relax and hopefully prepare him for a good night sleep. Soemthing he missed due to meeting Merlin. Something that he partly wishes that he could take back. It would have made this so much easier. Much less complicated and maybe he would feel better about himself. 

It isn’t so much that he regrets meeting Merlin. He regrets how open he was, how much he talked about himself while also saying nothing at all. He kind of does regret meeting Merlin. 

If they didn’t meet, he wouldn’t have false hope of a better future. One without complete lies.

As he settled into the warm bath, feeling the heat engulfing his skin and the water trickling down his back, he could let his mind rest. Trying to forget about the vents that have happened today as well as the night before. So many events, such a small amount of time. Yet here Arthur is, wanting to wish on a star to erase his memory of a particular man. 

Once he was finished, his head was on a lot more clearer. That was until a familiar knock was found at the door. 

“Enter.”

Morgana came through the door, a lot more upset than she was this morning. “Had an interesting conversation with Merlin. What did you do?”

He sighed, “He saw what happened with the man. What I did to him but I couldn’t explain. Not really anyway.”

“You’re a fool.” It has been a while since she has spoke to him in such an angry way. “You need to do a gesture, something to make him capture your attention.” Arthur scoffs in return, making her huff out in anger and frustration. Sometimes her brother really is their father’s son, but he is just as much of his mother, Ygraine, as he is Uther. “If you won’t do that, then write hm a letter. Something that explains the entire situation. I can send one too, taking your back in this. After all, our father is inviting the Sylvesters over in about a week’s time.”

That completely got his attention. Why was he never told about this decision that his father has made? He is a prince, his son, surely if anyone was to hear about this then it should be him AND Morgana at the same time.

“Oh come on, don’t act that way brother. He decided last night after speaking to Hunith Sylvester. She accepted her invitation for her son and he obviously expects us to attend. So on Tuesday evening, do not make any plans. Especially with Leon.”

“Morgana, do you have something to say or are you going to tamper with plans that I never made?”

“If you are interested in Merlin. What is stopping you? And don’t say societies rules because we both know that I can easily find myself a woman interested in other women. He is an excellent dancer, perhaps can teach you a few moves.” Morgana was prodding at him, that much was clear. He will not partake in such games, especially from his own sister. “Seriously, what is stopping you?”

“A mountain of things!”

“For heaven sake Arthur, take a risk! For once in your life! I will have a servant fetch you some parchment, a quill and some ink. I expect you to have a letter done and sent before Tuesday. Don’t be an idiot.” She stormed out the door, unwanting to hear nay excuse that Arthur might give, or a petty reason why he cannot write a simple letter. 

It was decided and she decided for him. Just like his father decided that his presence is mandatory for that stupid dinner. On a Tuesday of all days as well. So is this really how this will end? No. Morgana is trying to help him to finally help himself but at what cost? Ruining the family name? Tarnishing the Pendragon legacy? Dishonouring his mother by not being able to provide an heir when she gave her life for him? It is completely absurd. 

Perhaps, in the morning, he should write. 

 

Dear Merlin Sylvester,

I am sorry…

 

No that is stuck a stupid start.

 

Merlin Sylvester,

For what you saw after the ball, it was not meant for your eyes.

 

No. Again. That would be a foolish start. Lady Whistledown would know what to write, if he knew her identity then he might be able to ask for assistance however, she is known for gossip. The less she knows, the better. Perhaps it is the same with Merlin. However, it is not up to him to decide for Merlin. He understands too much about how terrible that feels. 

 

Lord Sylvester, 

It is about time that we address the titles as they are. It is improper of me to speak about what happened at the ball. If you are able to bless me with your presence tomorrow night, I will be able to explain things to you. Things that I should have expressed that very night. 

If you would do me the honour If you would, I would like to speak to you. Man to man. Person to person. Perhaps by the old swing set that you enjoy so very much. Or I could have a carriage pick us up for a simple night out, the old-fashioned gentlemanly way. I look forward to hearing a response from you, if you will hear me out. You are a Duke and I a prince, if you would accept my presence then we could act as if it is all but business. One family meeting another.

As I know, it is you that is Lady Mithian’s chaperone. As the ton assumes myself to marry her, then it is only right that I should meet you properly, outside of Balls and dinner parties. Even if you do not wish to see me about what happened, my father expects us to make better acquaintance. Mainly for a better future.

Sincerely,

Prince Arthur Pendragon

 

He supposes that will have to do. Or maybe he should ask for Morgana’s assistance? He isn’t even sure what is going to happen. From how Merlin was speaking that night, he will want nothing to do with the prince. 

Arthur sealed the letter with the pendragon stamp and the colours of his kingdom. Red and gold, one of blood and nobility, the other of power and riches. Merlin might have all of those things, might have all of those things but he could not be any more different from the Pendragon family. 

He is wild, more than a horse without an owner. A spirit that is untamed to the world around him, a fire that is completely different from any other nobleman that he is met. A sharp tongue, one that could hurt anyone he sees fit and someone who is extremely observant apart from when it is right in front of him. Observant to secrets, to the smaller details, but never to the big picture, to the world in front of him.

Why was he so enticing when little was said. When he is to be king, he can help the kingdom and its subjects thrive. Who better to help him be a better king than someone who despises some parts on societies rules and who better than to make society better than the prince. If Merlin Does not wish to see him for settling matters, or a potential courtship. Then again he barely spoke to Lady Mithian, if at all that night of the ball. If he would not speak to him about such things, then surely he would like to help him make England a better place. 

 

P.S. If there is anything that you wish to discuss about things that I could potentially change once I become king, I would love to hear some of your thoughts.

 

Perhaps he is grovelling too much but what is he to do when he barely knows the man. He knows of his magic, his secret with his servant Guinevere but not much about Merlin himself. He doesn’t know what he respects or what he wants. Most importantly, what he desires.

 

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Merlin had received the letter that very afternoon. He wanted to burn it.

Seriously, how much can Arthur expect Merlin to return to him in private matters? Met with him, he will but that will be in public. The gentleman club, it is public enough for their affairs to be in order. But Merlin will never give Arthur his blessing to marry Mithian. She deserves someone kind and lately, he is being anything but. 

However he must be desperate if he is really grovelling to this degree. A prince of all people, surely he would be the east to grovel.

Perhaps, it is about time that he plays this little game that Prince Arthur is setting off. If he really is that desperate…well…who is Merlin to refuse him of such a meeting?

Chapter 5: Chapter 4

—An Unexpected Appearance—

 

Merlin agreed to meet with Arthur at the gentleman club on Thursday, two days from now. That is more than enough time for him to prepare what he will talk about to Arthur, not only that but he will most likely meet him at the picnic that is happening tomorrow. 

Something he should have never done was tell him two of his biggest secrets. To show him that place. It was HIS please with his father, his comfort, his solace. So why did he feel like he could trust Arthur, at the time a complete stranger, to a place that was comforting with his father? And that fall…that one mindless fall on the way to the swing set. Arthur was so nervous after that, as if he had somehow offended Merlin. 

Well if the prince believes he is offended at that then he will get a shock when he finds out how Merlin truly feels about this grovelling. As if something like that would work with him, as if he wouldn’t see straight through it.

Now that they both know who each other are, it is a fools game to think that all Arthur wants to do is patch things up. He is a prince after all, eventually a king so erasing any sort of scandals will certainly clear his name. But he thought that he made it clear that what happened between them, on those castle grounds or otherwise, would be kept between the two of them. They don’t need to like each other to respect each other’s privacy. That much is clear with enough Lords and some Dukes that he has met. They are extremely private people but some of them…let’s just say that he wishes that magic was not only known about but also legal. Not to do anything terrible, he doesn’t have it in his heart, just to jest with them a bit. Teach them a lesson. Particularly when a man who is far too old, forces a young woman into marriage. It sickens him to his very core. That’s one thing that he can find comfort in at least, knowing that Arthur would never do such a thing.

He might not condone his actions, but he understands why Arthur did what he did. However, the way he said it, how he said it, falling all over himself and speaking as if it was all just an excuse. That’s what he hated. That’s why he is so upset with Arthur at this time.

Merlin might have agreed to meet Arthur on Thursday, but if he fumbles with his words and doesn’t explain it properly then he isn't sure how he will think about the man anymore. He knows that it’s not Arthur’s place to speak about what happened with Morgana, but the hatred that he looked at that man with, it isn’t just to do with his sister. That much is clear. 

So yes, if Arthur wants to play this game, to keep up appearances, especially for his father’s sake, then let the games begin. 

Morris announced the arrival of Mithian Gedrof and her mother, Gideon Gedrof as they entered the seating area. Guinevere had already told the chef to supply biscuits and tea, Morris merely helped place them on the table. The chef always outdoes themselves, especially when they cater for guests. Always making more than they could ask for. 

Gideon and Hunith had already begun talking amongst themselves, leaving Merlin to speak freely with Mithian without the eyes of their mothers looming over them. “Mithian-”

“Merlin-”

They spoke at the same time, making them both chuckle lightly as Merlin allows Mithian to speak first. “Thank you for your advice yesterday with Princess Morgana. She is a good person, I just hope that her brother is nothing like the stories that the others speak about around the ton.”

“Hm, if only he would get his head out of his arse.” He spoke under his breath, making Mithian hum in response, asking him to repeat himself but he will not taint Mithian’s view. It is him that has his own quarrels with the prince, that doesn’t mean he is going to ruin any goodness that Mithian thinks. “Nothing. Myself and my mother have been invited to dinner by King Uther, to join him along with Princess Morgana and Prince Arthur.” She tilts her head to the side, wondering where he is going with this. “Would you want me to put in a good word for you?”

Not even he was sure why he was asking, it isn’t like he will likely give Arthur his blessing, even if they do manage to work things out. But he will if Mithian wants something to potentially bloom. Although, the only thing that will bloom on Arthur’s side would be whatever flowers he plans for the gardens. 

Because, if by some miracle, they do fix things, Arthur’s sexuality can’t change. It wouldn’t be fair for Mithian to be stuck in a loveless or a one sided marriage when Merlin knows that is the exact opposite of what she wants. She old never settle, even if it is for a prince and if she learns that his attention towards her is nothing more than a show for the people and his father, then it is not something that she can easily recover from. So thats it, on Tuesday, Merlin will mention to Arthur, one of the first things, that he is to never lead Mithian on. 

That isn’t saying that he needs to explain of his attractions, that is something that he will never force out on anyone, but he will make sure that Arthur keeps himself at an arms length and never leads Mithian on to believe that their could be any romantic love between them. Friendship, sure, perhaps he can even think of her as family like how Merlin feels towards her, but never romantic. That is what he needs to make sure that Arthur knows for certain. 

If he isn’t able to do that then there is no way that Merlin could ever think of Arthur as a friend. The potential was there but if he can’t do this one request, then it is gone. 

Then again, that wouldn’t be either of their losses will it? Arthur is a prince and Merlin is a simple Duke, way below the standard of a royal. So, would Arthur really be losing anything if they didn't reconcile their relationship? Merlin thought at first that he might be but really, Merlin would be the one who would lose more from this. 

Mithian clears her throat, places down her teacup and turns to Merlin with her full attention. “In all honesty Merlin, if the prince approaches me first, then yes please put in a good word. But if he doesn’t, I don’t want to feel like I or you are forcing his hand. He probably has loads of options.” Yes, he probably does, and yet none of them he will ever be interested in. It is actually quite a sad life, it’s a lonely road. “It wouldn’t be fair of me to try and coerce his choices when I don’t even know if I want to be with a prince, never mind him.”

Well, that certainly makes things easier for him. “I am happy to hear. However, am I right to assume that there is someone who has already caught your eye?” She blushed and looked away, sipping at her tea once again. “So there is! Tell me all about him, and his name.” Mithian raises an eyebrow, she knows that tone too well, they have known each other long enough for her to pick up whenever Merlin might be up to something. “What? Of course I will need to do a background check on potential suitors for you. I won’t let you marry someone who has trouble with gambling addictions or running off to secret clubs.”

“I don’t believe he is like that. But there are two gentlemen that I spoke to at the ball that I find even mildly interesting.” He leaned forward, Turing his body better towards her. “The first man that I can believe to be a potential suitor is actually a knight of the kingdom. I hadn’t spoke to him for very long but he was so kind and he is a knight so of course he is honourable and loyal. He has such wild hair but I find it oddly adorable. Knight Leon Guannes. He is the first knight to Prince Arthur and Princess Morgana.”

Suppose there are worse men. A knight of the kingdom, he knows the duty of vows, of respect, nobility, honour and loyalty. His first duty will always be to the kingdom, or at least, that’s what he expects. The knights always stick to a code. If this Knight Leon is interested in Mithian then Merlin really couldn’t think of a better match. Of course he will still have to do some digging, perhaps that is something else that he can speak to Arthur about. Perhaps better understand the codes that the knights have, that might even help him better understand Arthur himself as well. But that is for later, right now, his attentions are sourly on Mithian and her thoughts about the ball, as well as the men she spoke to. 

“The other actually delivered some flowers this morning. White Lillie’s with a note, it was really sweet of him. I got a few other bouquets but I can only assume that is because the King declared me the diamond of the season. Not out of genuine interest. He was so sweet and caring. He wants to travel and explore the world around him. His name is Cenred Essetir and it was actually Morgana who introduced me to him.”

Cenred. Merlin hasn’t heard much about the man which is both a blessing and a curse. He will have to dig a little deeper to find out more about the gentleman but apparently he is known to have a bit of a temper. Not exactly like Arthur’s reputation but still enough for Merlin to be a little bit cautious about Mithian spending more time with the man. However, if he is able to request an audience with Cenred, better understand him and what his intentions are then he doesn’t see an issue quite yet. With any luck, his temper is just a bit of yelling and not punching people randomly like it is with Arthur. 

Even then, Merlin doubts that the men that Arthur gives a light beating to have it coming, that still doesn’t mean that Merlin can accept the prince’s behaviour as anything more than ludicrous.

“Well, I can’t say that I know much about the man, but apparently he has a lovely and kind dog.” The glow on Mithian’s face after he mentioned about his dog, he knew that would get her attention. It isn’t something that Cenred often mentions. He only knows about it because of how often Guinevere's brother, Elyan talks about seeing it. Each time, he is apparently very well behaved and acts beautifully around children. “I will look into the man, make sure that he is as kind as he made out to be but so far, he seems like a genuine gentleman. They both do. I can always speak to Arthur about Leon as well, find out his intentions.” Merlin gave his approval the best that he can without knowing much about the man. So much so that Mithian embraced him in his arms, expressing her thanks for his blessing to get to know both men. 

It is helpful if she has a couple of suitors but only one delivered flowers out of the two that she found interesting. A lot of other men at the ball were so dull, so predictable. Mithian believes that not even Merlin could have found something out about the men that were not boring. 

She really couldn’t be more thankful that he agreed to be the man of her family so to speak, the one to step up when no one else would. Someone who is looking out for her and her mother, not caring about the family name but the people inside it. He would have done it even without Gideon requesting it, she is basically Merlin’s ward without her being his ward. At least, that’s how Mithian sees it. 

For Merlin, he is just helping out a friend, someone who is in need. Once this small brunch is over, he will make sure to look into Cenred and Leon as well as look into the future invitations for future events and agree to go on both their families behalf. Gideon has already given him her blessing to agree to any event that he believes is worth going to. 

Gideon knows that he won’t do anything that could in any way ruin his or her family, she places her full trust in him. 

It is true, that she took a gamble accepting Guinevere to come to the ball, but it is highly unlikely that anyone knows the truth about who she is. After all, a bit of glamour, a bit of makeup can make anyone look completely different. The first time she saw her walking down those stairs, not as a servant but as a lady, she hardly recognised her. Gideon only did, because she knew what was happening. If she didn’t, she probably would have thought that Merlin found someone that he was finally interested in. 

Thinking back on it, Merlin and Guinevere? It’s laughable. She is like an extension of their family, she may be a servant but Merlin treats her as a lot more than that. Honestly, if she didn’t know Merlin, she would have thought that he was new to this life. New to money, new to societies rules. In actuality, his father was exactly the same, as well as his mother. They raised him to be a good man, a decent man.

If things were different then she would have tried her best to coerce Merlin to court Mithian. However, things aren’t different and it would be weird of her to do such a thing. 

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—Arthur’s POV—

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To say that Arthur wasn’t surprised to find that Merlin accepted his invitation, at a gentleman’s club at all things was a complete understatement. One for the entire season, for that matter.

Morgana will probably have a lot to say about how he wrote the letter. It’s a good thing that she will never see it. 

But it is not her that he is spending his time with right now, it is Leon and currently, his head is not in the game. It isn’t very often that they go out shooting, especially since Arthur doesn’t like guns. Too loud, too destructive. They remind him too much of himself and yet, it is Leon that seems to be hating it today. “Why the long face my friend?”

Leon snaps out of his thoughts and looks at the target in front of him. 3 out of 10 shots were hit on the target, none of them a bullseye or even close to one. “Sire-”

“Come on Leon, it is just us and a couple of servants. My father is no where to be seen, let yourself free from the burdens of your duties for once.”

He isn’t sure where these thoughts were coming from. Perhaps it is the excitement that he might be able to patch things up. Perhaps Morgana’s word has finally got to his subconscious in an attempt to look for a brighter future. Or perhaps, he is nothing more than trying to trick his brain into thinking he is happy, all for it to be tarnished because Merlin is giving him false hope. Whatever it may be, he won’t let it ruin today.

“Arthur, what if I was to court a lady?” Out of everything that Leon could have said, he hardly expected that. “What I mean to say is, the diamond of the season, Lady Mithian Gedrof. I know that she was picked for you to potentially marry but I spoke to her. Not for long, admittedly.”

“Leon, you are one of the few people who know of my…intentions…a certain gender and I know of yours.” He leans in closer, making sure that there are no ears that could potentially listen in to this. “You confided in me once that you have no sexual intentions at all, I assumed that also meant romantic.” He filled his pistol with more gunpowder while he waits for Leon to respond. With what, he does not know. 

He takes a breath, filling his own pistol. “I thought so too, once.” He shot the pistol and it landed on the target, not too far from the bullseye, his closest shot yet. “I am not sure if she is the one for me, I do not even know if she feels the same way for me but I do know that right now I am merely just speculating on the idea.”

“If all of this is just speculation, then your shot will be better than it is now.” He keeps his eyes on Leon as Arthur shoots at the target, a perfect bullseye. Arthur always was a show off and Leon simply rolled his eyes at the prince’s actions. “It is not up to make to make your own decisions, not is it I who needs your blessing. That is up to His Grace Merlin, Lady Mithian and Lady Gideon.” He was surprised at how easily Merlin’s name and title rolled off of his tongue. Even with his current head in a spin over the man. 

“Arthur, I-”

“Sire, a Duke requests an audience, do I send him on his way?” One of his servants came into the garden to announce a presence of someone he did not expect today. 

Leon looks at Arthur and he turns to Leon, neither of them expected anyone so to find out that a Duke of all people had the gall to enter the castle and request, or potentially demand an audience is laughable. He almost thought it a jest, if it wasn’t for a particular head of hair making his way towards the garden. That hair, the cheekbones, the eyes, the ears. Arthur knows all too well who he is, but they weren’t supposed to meet until tomorrow. Yet it makes him smile, knowing that without even seeing him, he knew who it was. Who else would have such confidence to seek an audience with a prince despite making it known before his entrance? 

“No, let him on. I would like to see how he shoots.” Even Leon couldn’t begin to understand what Arthur was getting to with this. For him to want to see such an act, before even knowing if he has ever shot a gun before. The steward calls Merlin towards them and another servant prepares a gun for him. He looked at it, letting his fingers graze the edge, feeling the details in the gun, fiddling with the trigger but never pulling it. He looked to gentle, yet so calculating. A curious but deadly mix of things. One wrong move and someone could be killed, Merlin knows that. Especially with how he is fiddling with the handle, analysing the gun like the weapon it is, like the destruction it could reek. “I did you expect to see you before tomorrow.”

He shrugged, making his way towards Arthur and Leon, aiming his gun at the new target laid out for him and shot it directly at the target, getting a perfect bullseye. “I always thought that the prince hated guns yet here we are.” He filled the pistol with more gunpowder, ignoring the shocked looks from Leon and Arthur.

One momentary lapse in judgement, a spark to rekindle his anger from the other night and Arthur would be dead on the floor. Sure, Merlin might be arrested, most likely put to death but Arthur would be dead all the same. Morgana being forced to take the throne. With impeccable aim like that, with barely no preparation, it wouldn’t take much for Merlin to aim it at Arthur’s head. That’s all that was missing from that equation and Arthur would cease to exist in the living and waking world. One, single, solitary but loud thought and Merlin’s intrusive thoughts would win. Taking Arthur down with him.

Could be poetic in a way. Arthur killed by the first man he might be potentially thinking about changing societies pressures for. Killed by the first man the he had shown even a slight bit of interest in. Killed by the man he would like to call a friend.

“Although I must say, your letter was almost unexpected.”

“Almost?” 

He was expecting a letter but also not? What could almost be in this equation and why must the man speak in half riddles. If he didn’t know any better, then Merlin was playing a game. Seeing how Arthur would react to certain things. But no. This is Merlin he is talking about. The man is many things but the prince believes him to be above such things. He has to be, right? 

Merlin nodded. “But I mainly with to speak on matters to do with Lady Mithian. That is not to be disguised at some gentleman’s club, she deserves more respect than that.” It was Arthur’s turn to nod, not entirely understanding Merlin’s point, but he would never want to discuss Morgana in a club like that neither. “Besides, both of you need to hear this.” He clears his throat, addressing the both of them, making sure that all of the servants aren’t nearby to hear it. This is a private matter, that much is obvious to Arthur. “I only want to speak about one thing. I would like to know of your intentions with the Lady. To know that they are honourable and true.”

“Merlin-” he cut himself off, “Your grace, I have no intentions with Lady Mithian other than her potential friendship. You of all people know that I will not lead a woman such as herself on to believe that I could ever provide what she is looking for. We both know that I could never love a woman.” Merlin’s eyes widened, looking at Leon which made the knight chuckle at the duke. If Merlin thinks that he is the only one to know then he is sorely mistaken. He is one of five people to know, including his sister. “I’m flattered that you wish to keep my secret but Leon already knows of such matters.”

“Right. Of course.” There was a hint of something in his voice, in the way he composed himself. It was completely different to any other times that Arthur has seen him. Whatever could have happened in that chaotic head of his, one of the odd things that actually silenced him. “Well, Lady Mithian spoke of you, Sir Leon.” That caught the knights attention. “I merely wish to know why she spoke so highly of you.”

He completely addressed Leon, pretending that Arthur wasn’t there at all and that hurt. In more ways than one.

“I didn’t speak to her for very long but I spoke of some of my duties as knight. The duties that aren’t private matters, of course.” He directed that to Arthur but he knows better than anyone that Leon will never talk about such secrets without Arthur’s explicit permission. Then again, he supposes that someone has to address his presence. Since Merlin isn’t going to do it, it might as well be Leon. “She is a remarkable woman, I can understand why you hold her in such high regard. In fact, I would love to speak to her again, however, I would never dishonour her or force her into an uncomfortable position. If she wants to speak to me then it would be her choice to do so.”

That was all he wanted to hear. “Good. That was all I came by to say.” He places the gun on the table beside him and begins to leave. 

“Merlin, can we talk?”

He sighs and turns back around, “not until Thursday. You can say what you have to then. I have other business to attend to.” With that, he left, without word and the only reason being business. He knows that as a Duke, there is plenty of business that he needs to attend to. Arthur was just hoping that Merlin could say something more. Address him more than completely ignoring him like he did. 

All Arthur wants to do is to stop leaving things unsaid with Merlin. To say what is on his mind, to express his gratitude. He doesn’t want it to be forced or for Merlin to think that he is saying it because it’s the right things to say or things that he wants to hear. 

Merlin wants Arthur to be truthful, and Arthur wants to open himself up without fear. But can they really get what they want? Or does fate have another plan in store for them?

After all, it is fate’s doing that they met before they were supposed to.

If they hadn’t met that night, then neither of them would be feeling like this and Merlin wouldn’t feel as thought Arthur betrayed him. What a twisted jest for fate to play, is it not? Toying with Arthur, tricking Merlin, dangling them in front of each other yet giving them nothing that could help each other or themselves. Fate is giving them nothing yet everything, making Leon and Mithian smile bystanders in all of this. Making Morgana believe that something good might finally happen to Arthur and herself only for it to be taken from them before they can even appreciate or even know what they had. 

Leon might not have seen it before, but that desperation in the prince’s eyes, silently pleading for Merlin not to leave. He knows that look all too well, he has seen it in enough of the other knights. Especially when the king pulls them away from their loved ones to be forced to do some duties. Meaningless most of the time but still duties nonetheless. 

It may be a short amount of time that he has seen the two of them interact, but there is something for Merlin too. Might be hidden, deeply hidden in whatever armour he has shielded himself with. But it is there. 

Fate might not be completely against them after all.

If it’s a game it wants, it’s a game it gets.

Notes:

Cenred is a good man in this. I wanted to keep the knights true to being knights, and I thought that it could rise some potential (relatively fake) rivalry between him and Arthur. Not sure how I want to take this yet, especially introducing him to the story but his character is going to be quite different from the show.

I also do not know why I decided to name Mithian’s mother Gideon, but I thought she deserved a name. Couldn’t keep calling her Mithian’s mother, especially if she was to make multiple appearances.

Chapter 6: Chapter 5

—Make or Break A Friendship—

 

A gentleman’s club is not somewhere that you would typically find a prince, but somewhere that the Duke is spotted lingering in more often than one would think. It is the main place where he can conduct business without a potential Lady Whistledown announcing her presence by speaking the latest gossip.

She is starting to branch out with her words. No longer just writing on the latest affair or scandal but instead, also mentioning the most promising business deals and ventures in her opinion. At least here, she will only find out about it from one of the men, once they have discussed the actual business part of it. Merlin cannot afford for word to get out of any of his plans, it could soil everything.

They aren’t enough to ruin his family or take away his money, it is more so that if someone finds out about the bigger picture that he has planned, then the likelihood of others wanting to trade and make deals with him would be lessened by a dramatic amount. Some would call him insane for being too ambitious. 

That is what he cannot afford. 

As for the prince, well it isn’t exactly a princely place to meet. A gentleman club when he probably has an abundance of rooms to potentially talk business. Even then, what business could a prince possibly have? 

Both parties taking part in this meeting know that Lady Whistledown will have a lot to say if someone announces their presence here today. But perhaps being spotted together, socialising, is exactly what they both need. Especially to distract the king.

If he believes that they are meeting purely for a friendly chat and not because Merlin saw something that he wasn’t supposed to the night of the ball, that both Arthur and Merlin know things about the other that should never be uttered. Well, let’s just say that it gets the King to believe that they are friends. That they are getting along nicely so it is one less thing that the king needs to worry about. That, and he will less likely ‘poke the bear’ so to speak about Arthur trying harder to win Merlin’s favours. 

“Gwaine! I was wondering when you would get your own club.” Merlin walked through to doors and instantly spotted a familiar face. The places are usually packed at night, however when they first open, business is always slow. Right now, it was just him and the bartender. Well technically the owner as well. “I’m surprised you haven’t gone out of business yet, thought you would’ve tried drinking all the supply.”

“Ah! Merlin!” He lifts his head and walks around the bar, embracing the man in front of him. “I might be known to drink but I co-own this place. Percival!”

A man walks out from a separate room, he could be an incredible fighter, especially with arms like his. The width of the man must have been twice more than Merlin. To say that he wasn’t at least a little bit intimidated would have been a lie. However, the closer that he steps towards Merlin, the less intimidated he feels. A bright smile on his face and a demeanour of someone who you really shouldn’t mess with, for your own safety, yet also someone of a friendly nature.

“Well, it’s nice to know that this place has a body guard for one of the owners.” He chuckles in response.

Gwaine knows all too well about what Merlin’s referred drink tastes are so it is pretty much pointless asking. Instead, he gets a glass and pours out a brandy and hands it to him. “Percival used to be a fighter actually. I took your advice, you know?” Merlin tilted his head. There is a lot of advice that Merlin gave him, not one of them was about opening his own gentleman’s club. “I sponsored him. Granted, at the time, it wasn’t much for either of us but eventually, we were able to make a partnership and well, here we are.”

“Ah, that advice. You know I meant for you to sponsor someone when you had a more stable income but I suppose life is all about taking risks. So, Percival, what made you move away from the fighting scene?”

“Enough fights sometimes erupt in these clubs. Gwaine needed a body guard and he said I would get paid. Besides, I sometimes still enter the ring, it is just not nearly as often as before.” Merlin nodded in response, understanding what it is like to take a gamble. Majority of the time, it works out for Merlin but there is still the odd time that it doesn’t work.

In fact, that gives him the idea. “I have a surprise for you then. Both of you.” They leaned on the bar, curious as to what Merlin could possibly give them. “I am meeting the Prince here today and if word gets out that he was spending his time here, I am sure that a lot of other gentleman will flock to this club. Giving you more business than you know what to do with.” Neither of them could have been prepared for the announcement that Merlin had made. The two other men in the club turned the heads and instinctively made themselves sit up straighter. In the company of royalty, it’s only respect. Merlin almost wanted to laugh about their reactions but he remained collected, pretending to not notice a thing. Spend enough time with people, especially those of richer families, you start to notice subtle things. Although some people really do not make it very subtle at all.

As for Gwaine and Percival, they appear to be more in shock than anything else. That is, until Percival finally announced his thanks, shaking Merlin’s hand as if there was some sort of deal made. It was an unexpected gesture, not something that he needs thanks for. “This means so much, your grace, with your presence and the Prince’s we are sure to become one of the most well-known clubs in all of the ton!”

Gwaine however, didn’t take the news too kindly. Asking Merlin for a moment of his time, pouring his own drink before business officially starts. “You and I both know that I don’t exactly approve of the royal family.” He spoke extremely quietly, making sure that the other two men in the club couldn’t hear. Thankfully, they did not.

Ah, yes. That. Merlin thought to himself. “If it helps, I am not particularly fond of him right now either, so feel free to water down his drink a bit. Only a little though, not too much.” He laughs at Merlin’s comment, not knowing if he was being serious or not. That look in his eyes, he really was being serious. “That is part of the reason why I am meeting him actually. The king wants our families to be close, like they used to be before…you know.” Gwaine knows all abut his father’s death, Merlin will never need to spell it out. Especially for how much it broke both Merlin and Hunith for a long time. “It will be brilliant for your business and if the king does get what he wants, which he usually does, then you will be seeing much more of him and myself. Might be worth trying to be at least civil with the man.”

Gwaine reluctantly agreed, finishing his drink and silently huffing to himself once he sees the prince enter the room. Call him petty, but he will water down the prince’s drink. Not enough for him to notice too much, but enough that Gwaine can feel at least a moment of satisfaction. Besides, he knows that Merlin will take the fall, considering it was his idea. Nothing can happen to a Duke about something as meaningless as this, everything can happen to a nearly fledged club owner.

Arthur took a seat opposite Merlin. They stayed in silence for a moment before Arthur finally spoke up. “So, how old are you anyway?” He silently curses himself for such a ridiculous question and as Merlin narrows his eyes at him, it makes him want to take it back entirely. He wanted to break the silence. Not like this.

Merlin seemed surprised that this was the first thing he said. “20.” He still answered the question but with a certain venom laced on his tongue. Merlin then looked around for a second, making sure that no one was looking as he performs the same spell he cast before the ball.

The prince couldn’t help but stare into his eyes as a simple spell was cast. He didn’t know what was said, or what he did, but the gold in his eyes reminded him of the gold in the vaults, the flames in his fireplace. So golden, so hypnotic and overall just gorgeous. “What did you just do?” Merlin tilted his head, he knows exactly what and why Arthur was asking, but it was fun to act oblivious. “Your…special talent? what did you just do?”

“A simple spell to stop people listening in on the conversation. Pretty much to make our words either impossible to make out because of how quietly we will sound to others or that makes it sound as if the conversation is simply too boring to care about. It helps for private events and personal conversations like this one.” Arthur never thought that magic could be so helpful. Especially when it comes to public events. Sure, there are obviously perks but he never thought that it could be used in that way, that there was even a spell for that. “Anyway, now that we actually have privacy, when I came over the palace yesterday, I said that I would like an explanation. Since I already know where you stand with Lady Mithian, that explanation is the sole reason I am here.”

Yes. That.

Well he can’t beat around the bush forever. “To put it in short terms. He cornered Morgana but that man was banned from the castle grounds even before then.” That seemed to get Merlin’s attention. “It wasn’t the first time something like that had happened. He tried to do the same thing with one of my Knight’s wives. There was no evidence for him to be trialed and a knight’s word over a lady, no matter how high up she is wouldn’t take kindly to the court. So I took matters into my own hands and banished him. Informing all of my knights however, that night at the ball, majority of them were guarding the ball.” Merlin won’t ask for more details. Whatever else happened, that is between those involved but it certainly explains his rage. “Men like that, who take advantage of women, of anybody, in fact, I do not want in my kingdom. So, I sent him on a boat to Spain where he will have an eye watching him practically every minute of every day. Someone like that, people won’t miss.”

“No they will not.” This time, the venom wasn’t directed at him but the man they spoke about. “When you first spoke about it outside of that ballroom, you talked about it as if it was an excuse for your behaviour. Not as the explanation that it is. For that, I apologise for my words. Perhaps you are a lot more than you decide to let on.”

“I thought that my actions would be enough for you to see such a thing.”

Merlin smiles to himself, remembering certain things a bout the prince. “Or Perhaps your actions is the very thing that makes you predictable.” Arthur carefully looks over Merlin, that familiar teasing tone from the ballroom. It’s nice to know that some things won’t change. Turns out that it is true, that all he wanted was a simple explanation. He is a man of his word. Yet, even Merlin didn’t expect it to be resolved so quickly. “I find that you are a man whose words express a lot more on who you are rather than your actions. If our past conversations are anything to go by then I will have a great time on Tuesday.”

“As would I.”

“As long as your father removes that stick from his arse and actually acts like a father for the night instead of the king.” He could not retain the shock that he felt once Merlin finished his statement. He always knew the man didn’t exactly have much of a filter if he is comfortable enough, but he never expected that. Before he could respond, Percival delivered Arthur’s drink. He couldn’t help but stare at the man and think that bartending and waiting on tables are far below a man who looks like that. Practically all muscle. With a body like that, it is surprising that he hasn’t applied for a position for the royal guards, or personal guard at all. He might be a bouncer here, but that is still much under what he should be. Made him almost completely forget what Arthur was so shocked about. 

But nothing could have made him forget about how easy Merlin found it to speak about things that he didn’t like. A strength that Arthur wished he had and something that he admires Merlin for. More than he would care to admit. Especially more than he would ever admit to Merlin himself.

Either way, once Arthur receives his simple brandy, he noticed that it looked only slightly lighter than Merlin’s. He took a sip and he could instantly tell the difference. Between having a man taller than most of the doors, and watering down the drinks, it is surprising that the owner can pay to keep this place running. However, the slight shimmer of mischief in Merlin’s eyes only says that this watered down drink is a one time thing. “Now, can I see that my drink is courtesy of your jest?”

“It is indeed. I promise, it will only be the one time but I wouldn’t get on the bad side of Gwaine. He will be sure to water it down a lot more if it was by his own standards and not my own.”

”You have a friendship with the man who owns this club?”

It was rather strange, at least that’s what Merlin had thought when Arthur asked that. “Yes. Rather close indeed. He got me out of rather tough spots in the past, not long after my father died in fact.”

That certainly explains why he lets the man water down the prince’s drink. Why the man was even willing to do such a thing to a prince of all people. Gwaine must hold Merlin in a high regard, much like he does with Lady Mithian, if it wasn’t for a particular reason. “Well, if that is the case then I will be sure to spread news to my fellow knights about how splendid this club is.”

“You would…you would do that?”

“Of course. This place is of extreme refinement and some of the decoration aren't likely to be found at a gentleman’s club. It is something that I believe the ton has been missing. It would be rather easy for me to spread word.” Arthur couldn’t help but look at Merlin as he is now. Staring at him with pure gratitude and admiration. “In fact, before I set off-”

“You’re leaving so soon? You have had but only one drink?”

“Unfortunately, my father made sure that I could not stay for too long. Apparently we have a meeting to attend to.” His disappoint was painfully obvious that it made Arthur instantly want to cancel his plans. But one cannot simply cancel on the king, no matter how boring the events may be. “There is a theatre play, Saturday evening. My father brought a much larger box than usual and I thought that it would be pleasant if we could get to know each other’s families better. My father insists on myself sitting with Lady Mithian but there is two more tickets spare for whoever you see fit to join you. Perhaps, we could all see Miss Guinevere once more?” He hands him an envelope with the three tickets inside.

If Merlin wants to tease then it is only fair that Arthur does the same thing. Perhaps there is a game to be played after all. Who is Merlin to deny the prince of such entertainment? However, he would be lying if he said that Arthur’s sudden mention of departing, didn’t sadden him. Even if he didn’t know why. “That is completely up to her. Thank you for the invitation, your highness, but if you are set to leave then we might as well finish our drinks and be on our way.”

He gulped the rest of his drink, leaving nothing left in his glass as he stands up, bows his head and left the prince to finish his drink on his own.

“Merlin-”

Arthur did nothing to stop him from leaving, and because of that, he continued drinking his drink in little sips. He thought that he could finish his drink with Merlin but it seems that the man didn’t want to see him off.

That is until the man which he can only be presumed as Gwaine sits down on the table. “You know, I always hated you Royals.” Arthur rolls his eyes, not wanting to entertain this man any longer than he already has. “Merlin was my first friend. He often gives people the chance to explain themselves as I am sure you have found out.” He hums in agreement taking another sip of his brandy. “He has a good heart and if you betray that friendship, I will be sure to water down every drink that you ever have in this club. I would rather lose this place than to see him in pain and if he sees you as a friend, and you betray that then it would appear my view on you is correct.”

“What exactly is that?”

“It is be known at to be seen.” …That did not make any sense to Arthur, he spoke as if he was trying to sound smarter than he was. Or he really did just want to confuse the prince, both are plausible to Arthur. Still not appreciated, especially since that doesn’t help him at all. He collects the glass from Arthur without it being finished, mixing it with much more of his finer brandy and handing it back to Arthur. “I hope that you do not waste such a drink and I hope that you take my words to heart.” 

Arthur smiles at the man, surprisingly genuine that it makes Gwaine narrow his eyes at the royal. “I assure you that my friendship with Merlin is nothing that you need to concern yourself with. If I do ruin it then you are free to only serve me water and make me pay for the price of the brandy.” That look, it was clear that Gwaine didn’t expect anything of the sort to come out of the prince’s mouth. How easy it was for Arthur to admit to his potential future mistakes without them ever being done yet.

Perhaps the prince really is a man of honour. Gwaine can only hope that he isn’t wrong with that statement, that Arthur can indeed live up to the hope that Gwaine now had with him. 

“The man is rather…magical is he not?” With that thought, he leaves Arthur to ponder on his words.

Merlin isn’t likely to tell anyone of his secret, not unless they found out. It was clear that Arthur knew something, why else would he be so adamant about making things right with the man. If Arthur so much as even thinks on using Merlin for his magic, whether that be for his knights or himself, he will risk being executed, he will risk a lifetime in prison. No one uses Merlin, especially for his magic.

Although it was also clear that the prince did not expect Gwaine to know.

That makes the two of them.

 

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Merlin had to get out of that room. Although the reason why is a secret to him. He felt like he was suffocating. That gift, the fact that Arthur wishes to see more of Guinevere, that he has to ask Mithian and Gideon yet again to seal his secret which is now their secret. Arthur had to leave soon, he did them both a service. 

Once he walked through the door, he opened the letter and found six tickets, four already addressed to Merlin, Mithian, Gideon and Hunith. The other two are unclaimed, just as Arthur had said. As long as Gideon and Mithian are okay with it then one of those tickets will go to Guinevere. It is true that it might be a little strange if she was only to appear for one ball instead of for the season. That being said, it is all down to Gwen to decide for herself as well. So that just leaves the spare ticket. 

He isn’t even aware of what play will be showing, who the script is by or anything. It has been a long time since he has been to the theatre for something that isn’t an orchestra or the opera.

Without paying attention, he nearly knocked a woman over while he was riding his horse back to his home. In an instant, he jumped off his steed, stroking his nose to calm him down and put his attention to the woman on the floor. He had never laid eyes on someone so beautiful in his life. “My apologies, Miss, I hardly saw you.” He extends his hand which she gladly takes, dusting herself off. 

“The fault was all mine. I should have looked both ways before crossing.” Merlin made sure that she wouldn’t fall after getting up, scanning over her, thankfully there was no injuries in sight. “Tell me, why were you in such a rush? I heard that the city was far busier than the country but I had never expected this.” She giggled at the busy streets and gestured to the horse. “He is quite the beauty.”

“What?” At first, he thought that she was talking about him but the way she was acting about the horse, he was sorely mistaken. He might be confident, but he would never call himself a ‘beauty’. Only his mother has ever called him ‘beautiful’ and all parents believe their children to be angels, he would like to believe anyway. “Oh right, yes. He has taken me on many adventures. In all truth, I’m not sure why I was riding faster than a simple trot. My mind was elsewhere. Perhaps I could give you a ride back to wherever you are staying? If you are new in town, I could give you a tour of the ton?”

She bowed her head in respect, “That would be lovely but I have never been on a horse. Only a carriage.”

“First time for everything, as long as you are comfortable?”

Her smile was contagious, almost as much as Arthur’s laughter seemed to be. “I never caught your name.”

Right, stupid of him really. But if he tells her, she might act differently than she is now. He understand so much about why Arthur never told him his title the night they met, he just hopes this woman gives him the same pleasure of not caring about such things. “Merlin Sylvester, Duke of Ealdor. At your service.” He bent down and kissed her hand, gently and carefully as to not startle her now that she knows who he is. 

“I come from a village close to Ealdor, your grace. I have visited twice before, it is rather lovely.” He agree as she positions herself to climb up onto the horse. His stallion really was a gentle soul, an even gentler creature. Not easily spooked and incredibly easy to calm down as long as Merlin or Hunith is with him. He was stayed steady, waiting for the woman to climb on top with Merlin’s assistance before he adjusted himself to better acquaint to Merlin. “My name is Freya, your grace.”

“Well, Freya, hold on, wouldn’t want you to obtain an injury for your first time on a horse.” She put her arms around his waist, leaning closer to him. “He will try to go as smooth as he possibly can, isn’t that right Jasper?” Merlin strokes his stallion as it neighs in response. 

Freya couldn’t help but believe herself to be lucky. Sure, she nearly got ran over by a horse which could have resulted in a terrible injury. That hardly weighs out the good that has happened in such a short amount of time. This man, this duke that she has met never asked questions, hasn’t expected anything from her and is in fact offering her not only a ride to the inn that she is staying in, but a tour of the ton. She half expected someone of that rank and title to shun her, to belittle her but he has done nothing of the sort. That is what makes her so lucky. To have met someone kind and courteous. 

It might be improper to ride with a man who is not your betrothed, but no one would dare say anything to the duke. And if the rumours are anything to go by, then his family is friends with the royal family, the Pendragon's, making his family a very powerful one indeed.

The ride was peaceful. A couple of people stopped to look at her and the Duke of Ealdor, but none whispered or looked at them with disdain. Some with jealousy, envy, some with happiness. It was quite the welcoming for Freya. 

“That over there is the Modiste. The best place to get attire, she has perfectly steady hands and one of the best seamstresses I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.” His tour was extremely detailed, listing some of the best places to go for a tea or coffee, places that are the best for dresses and outfits. He seemed to know nearly everyone that ran the shops and everyone seemed to know him. Getting hellos from random people, good evenings, and one he even stopped for a bit of small talk. Which he apologised later to her for the interruption. “Which Inn are you staying in, my lady?” Each time he said that, she never had the heart to correct him. Never wanted him to think of her as any less than she already is in case he decides that he never wants to see her again.

She is no lady but every time that Merlin says it, she wishes each time that she was one. Even if she had never wanted anything like it before. For the most part, she was happy with her status, being able to travel England with some money but not enough that people will think her of anything more than a woman. The highest of the lower society but the lowest of the higher society. 

“Oh, just at the White’s Inn.” It is one for the lesser of society, for those who can’t afford the glorious, glamorous rooms that are too big to be able to fill the space. No one needs a room of that size to stay in temporarily. Freya hardly believes that the room she has is also too big, especially since it is supposed to be lesser than. “Are we near?”

“No. Well, yes but not for another 20 minutes or so.” She nodded, leaning forward and resting her head on his back. “Don’t fall asleep yet, there is still one more thing that I would like you to see. And a bed will be much more comfortable than me, I can assure you.” 

Reluctantly, Freya lifting up her head and Merlin came to a stop at the end of the street. A fork in the road that splits off in three other directions, and they were perfectly stood in the middle. “Merlin-” He put his hand up in an attempt to get her to stop talking, it worked but that still didn’t help the confusion on Freya’s face. He has been so well mannered until now, not allowing her to ask questions as to why they have stopped, especially when they have stopped in the middle of the roads. 

The streets were now quiet, very few people were walking down them as of late. There was one carriage but that was all. Eventually, the streetlights started to turn on tat the bottom of the street, slowly making their way towards them. On each street, they all started at the bottom and wormed their way into the middle. The lights may have been dulling out whatever stars she would be able to see from her window tonight, but she still couldn’t help but marvel at the sights. It was hard to think of anything else, other than the beauty that was right in front of her. Reminding her to seize moments as they come and never let anything slide through her fingers. 

As her parents would have said: seize every opportunity that comes your way.

The village was always dark at night, seems there are multiple things that are different with the city to the country. Or a city with a small village rather.

Merlins jacket even shimmered as the lights had turned on, making the blue fabric lightly reflect in the night. With his attire, he is the only star you will need to see, certainly shines like one. He turns his head towards Freya, slightly twisting his body to better see her, the warm yellow lighting up his face and bouncing off of his hair to reveal just how soft it was.

“I may have extended the tour a little bit more than it should have been. I hope it wasn’t for nothing?”

“For nothing? This is absolutely beautiful.” Merlin found Freya’s smile and wonder to be contagious, infecting him to think the same way. “Thank you Merlin. I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t meet someone as kind and courteous and generous as you have been tonight.”

“You flatter me too much.” He directed his horse to the left path. Presumably going towards White’s Inn and they finally reached it. Twenty minutes later, just as Merlin said. He jumped off of the horse first, helping Freya down by holding her waist and lifting her off shortly after. She stroked Jaspers nose as a kind send off, to which the horse responded by nuzzling more into her. For a woman who has only ever been on a horse through a carriage, she sure knows how to control the animals and keep them calm in her presence. “I hope to see you again, Freya.”

Merlin left her at the Inn’s door, and rode off, most likely to his own house. Freya entered the building to find the Innkeeper waiting to deliver a message. “A woman is in your room, claimed that she was your maid is waiting in your room.” She nodded and practically ran up the stairs, knowing exactly who it was that the man was speaking about. 

There she was, long wavy blonde hair, intense eyeshadow and wearing her typical grey attire. She was only sat, peacefully on the bed waiting for Freya’s arrival. So much so, that she hated every second that the woman did not speak. “Morgause.”

“Freya, my dear, how is the plan going to seduce and compromise Merlin Sylvester?” 

She didn’t want to respond. It was going well, too well. He was a good man, one that showed her kindness, one that offered her two things that she never thought that she could see or do. Ride a horse and find the perfect moment for the lights on the ton. Not only that but his smile was so bright, a reflection of the stars themselves. Yet, here Freya was, planning to use him like he was a common thief. Using him for his abilities and not caring about who he is or who is hurt in the process. It sickens her now that she knows who it is that Morgause seems to despise. 

How can anyone despise Merlin?

Interrupting his journey on his horse was a part of their plan but she never thought that he would be so welcoming towards her. That is what made her feel lucky. At first, the plan was to simply get injured and guilt trip Merlin into helping her but things turned out much different then either of them had expected. Now she feels as if she is betraying her kind. 

Magic is already dying, is it really worth betraying her own kind for the sake of revenge?

“About that…I have to ask, why do you hate him so?”

She laughed- no- she cackled at Freya’s words, her question. “I do not hate him. The ton speaks highly of him, no I do not hate him. I hate the Pendragon family. And if the prophecy is anything to go by then he will marry Morgana and corrupt her even more with lies and deceit.”

“So you think that if I can get Merlin to fall in love with me…”

“Then I can finally get my sister to see the truth. To see things my way! The royal family will crumble and Uther will watch Arthur die before him. That can’t happen with Merlin. He is far too powerful, he will get in the way and protect Arthur. No, he can help us if you continue doing whatever it is you’re doing. Make him completely besotted with you and only you. Merlin cannot join the royal family. Our vengeance depends on it.”

Notes:

All of the knights will be knights when the time comes, that will still happen. I have plans for Percival, Gwaine and Elyan but they will become them eventually :)