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Arthur grins at him, waves his chubby hand. "Father!" he says, because he knows he should be formal with his father. There is no Pa here, no Dad or Da.
There's something shiny on his father's head. He points to it. "What's that?"
"Prince Arthur!" hisses the woman holding him, but his father only chuckles. The woman relaxes, just slightly.
"It's a crown, my son. One day, you will wear one just like it."
Arthur tilts his head, curiously. "What colour is it?" He thinks it's grey, just a shade off of the silver of the swords. It's the same silver-grey as half of the household's shiny jewelry, a not quite true silver. He doesn't think he likes it.
"It's gold," says his father. "There's a lot of gold here in Camelot, my son."
Arthur nods his head, and labels that silver-ish colour gold in his mind.
(Or: in a world where you can't see the colour of your soulmate's eyes until you meet them, Arthur can't see gold, and it makes his life as a prince much more difficult.)
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He can't explain it. One day, Arthur's swinging a mace at the boy with the big ears and red neckerchief and the next, he's tackling a man twice his size for having the audacity to look at Merlin wrong.
Or, Arthur protects Merlin over and over, falling a little more in love each time.
“You’re the only person in the world that I think really sees me Merlin.” Arthur confesses. "Forgive me then, for wishing harm on the people who would hurt you for just being who you are.”
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"That was weird," Merlin says, chirpily, and the knights laugh, as if they don't know that Merlin just almost died, just would have died, if it hadn't been for his -
Arthur takes a deep breath.
He's not thinking about it.
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“They say Emrys tamed the great dragon of Camelot and sired the white dragon of Albion-”
“Sired?” Gwaine interrupted “This Emrys fellow is going around siring dragons? How exactly is that happening? Sex with other dragons?” He asked and despite the situation, Merlin flushed. The man in question blinked, looking equally baffled by the question. From the corner of his eye, Merlin could see Arthur pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Uh…I actually don’t know.”
“But you’re Emrys,” Merlin reminded the imposter with a sigh “You don’t remember siring any dragons?”
“I said it was an off day!” The man complained, trying to cross his arms despite being upside down. Merlin took a long breath. Lancelot had already walked away, but that did nothing to hide his howling laughter.
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The knights keep hearing various (dramatic) rumors about the great and mighty Emrys. Everyone is such a gossip. Merlin is trying not to have a heart attack. Lancelot is loving life.
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When a rescue mission goes bad it's Merlin who ends up being tortured for information. And the knight are about to discover it's hardly his first time.
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"He's the king. Don't you think he deserves to know?" Elyan asked.
"No!" Merlin exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation. "When have I ever given you the impression that I care about his title?" He waited for the expected eye rolls and sighs. "He has enough to worry about as it is. There's no need to tell him that I occasionally find myself in a scrape or two."
"You call being kidnapped, tortured, killing four men, and stitching up your own stab wound a scrape?" Leon's voice carried a mixture of disbelief and concern.
"No," Merlin replied casually, his voice laced with a touch of dark humor. "I call it Thursday."
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