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Well... they're supposed to be children....

Arthur's sleep was broken by a small scuffle. His eyes snapped open, already adjusted to the darkness of his chambers.
Slowly, he pushed away his blankets and sat up, scanning the room, trying to locate the source of the sound. A minute ticked by, filled with his slow breathing.
There it was again.
With more confidence, he hopped on his feet, grabbing the nearest weapon he could find- a small dagger given to him as a birthday present by his Uncle Agravaine. The blade glinted in the faint moonlight.
He rounded the corner of his bed, his heartbeat picking up its rhythm. If it was an intruder, there's no way he would be able to take it on in his small 12-year-old body. The least he could do was wound it.
Another shift followed by... snoring?
He saw the figure crumpled in a lanky heap next to his bedside table. In the dim light, he could make out the shock of black hair and the red of a neckerchief. He had seen it a million times to be able to put it together within a second.
"Merlin!"
The figure bolted upright, all trace of sleep gone. "A-arthur!"
"Merlin, what are you doing in my room?" Arthur tossed the dagger back on his bed and made his way over next to the servant boy. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"S-sorry, sire. I couldn't sleep." Even in the poor light, he could see that the boy was flustered, trying to avoid eye contact and picking on the stray threads of his neckerchief.
Arthur grabbed onto his hands. "Stop it, you'll ruin it." When Merlin mumbled a quick apology, he softened his expression and leaned back against the cool concrete wall, mimicking the servant boy. "Were you having nightmares?"
Merlin began to shake his head furiously, then thought better of it and nodded. "Yeah. I dreamt that I was being chased by a giant monster. It had the body of a lion and the head of an eagle. It looked too real. And I didn't want to wake Gaius up because he looked like he was having a good dream."
"So you went into my room instead?"
Arthur immediately regretted using a harsh tone when he saw Merlin try to bury his face into his arms. He threw an arm over Merlin's shoulders and pressed him close. They stayed like that for a while, without any protests from Merlin, both enjoying the other's presence.
Finally, Arthur muttered, "That's alright, Merlin. No monster is ever going to get you. Not while I'm here."

AND THEN ARTHUR DIES THE NEXT DAY FROM A HUNTING ACCIDENT.
BECAUSE NOT ALL STORIES HAVE A HAPPY ENDING.
BECAUSE BBC LIKES TO RUIN PEOPLE'S HAPPINESS.
BECAUSE I AM A CRUEL PERSON.

Merlin- BBC
Art- *Ween-E
Follow my Merlin blog here: [link]
And my main blog: [link]

Happy Easter guys!

Description
Well... they're supposed to be children....

Arthur's sleep was broken by a small scuffle. His eyes snapped open, already adjusted to the darkness of his chambers.
Slowly, he pushed away his blankets and sat up, scanning the room, trying to locate the source of the sound. A minute ticked by, filled with his slow breathing.
There it was again.
With more confidence, he hopped on his feet, grabbing the nearest weapon he could find- a small dagger given to him as a birthday present by his Uncle Agravaine. The blade glinted in the faint moonlight.
He rounded the corner of his bed, his heartbeat picking up its rhythm. If it was an intruder, there's no way he would be able to take it on in his small 12-year-old body. The least he could do was wound it.
Another shift followed by... snoring?
He saw the figure crumpled in a lanky heap next to his bedside table. In the dim light, he could make out the shock of black hair and the red of a neckerchief. He had seen it a million times to be able to put it together within a second.
"Merlin!"
The figure bolted upright, all trace of sleep gone. "A-arthur!"
"Merlin, what are you doing in my room?" Arthur tossed the dagger back on his bed and made his way over next to the servant boy. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"S-sorry, sire. I couldn't sleep." Even in the poor light, he could see that the boy was flustered, trying to avoid eye contact and picking on the stray threads of his neckerchief.
Arthur grabbed onto his hands. "Stop it, you'll ruin it." When Merlin mumbled a quick apology, he softened his expression and leaned back against the cool concrete wall, mimicking the servant boy. "Were you having nightmares?"
Merlin began to shake his head furiously, then thought better of it and nodded. "Yeah. I dreamt that I was being chased by a giant monster. It had the body of a lion and the head of an eagle. It looked too real. And I didn't want to wake Gaius up because he looked like he was having a good dream."
"So you went into my room instead?"
Arthur immediately regretted using a harsh tone when he saw Merlin try to bury his face into his arms. He threw an arm over Merlin's shoulders and pressed him close. They stayed like that for a while, without any protests from Merlin, both enjoying the other's presence.
Finally, Arthur muttered, "That's alright, Merlin. No monster is ever going to get you. Not while I'm here."

AND THEN ARTHUR DIES THE NEXT DAY FROM A HUNTING ACCIDENT.
BECAUSE NOT ALL STORIES HAVE A HAPPY ENDING.
BECAUSE BBC LIKES TO RUIN PEOPLE'S HAPPINESS.
BECAUSE I AM A CRUEL PERSON.

Merlin- BBC
Art- *Ween-E
Follow my Merlin blog here: [link]
And my main blog: [link]

Happy Easter guys!