It had been weeks now since the blonde haired man had returned from the lake.  Everything was just peaceful. Just him and Merlin. Just the two of them. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking all of this. Yet the knowledge that Merlin had saved his life more times than he could count on both hands... just brought a different light to him.

Camelot itself was in ruins which he couldn’t help but hate. Everything was new, every feeling, every touch, every look. It just made him tenser and tenser by the second. He knew what his father would think of him if he allowed himself to keep thinking it. It was why.. why he never allowed himself to think it in the past. He knew his father would’ve never approved. 

Anyway.. it was probably just knowing everything Merlin had done for him that was bringing on this. He needed sleep. Arthur finished his shower, dried himself and headed out into the living room of the place he and the other man were sharing. 

‘’This is still weird to me, it feels like a small cloak.’’