I woke up when the sun was high in the sky. The bed I was currently in was more similar to the one I slept in in my small hovel then the luxurious one in my Camelot bedchambers. My face heated up at the thought of who's bed it was that I was currently using.
I groggily rose from the bed and confirmed the sight I saw with my memories of last night.
He knew. Merlin knows again, but this time he told me about himself. Looking back, I could definitely pick out the times where Arthur was a bit too lucky, when he rode into battle and came back unscathed with Merlin at his side.
Now that I know, it's glaringly obvious! I wasn't even there most of the time, sure he probably used magic against me at some point, but he must of used magic right in front of Arthur and he didn't notice. What. An. Idiot. The knights take second place in that competition. How unobservant is all of Camelot?
I pressed my hand to my head and let out an undignified groan. God I hate mornings. My thoughts get all jumbled and I can't think straight.
