Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Talk about the weather

A.N.:// Uni is making it hard to work on fanfics. Not just because it's time consuming. Most of my courses this semester are on HOW to write.... And I feel so incompetent, you have no idea. XD But don't worry, something like that is never gonna make me stop throwing these little works in your face. In fact, it only motivates me to improve. Now, I dare you to have fun with this :3

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The peace didn't begin with the end of a war, with an enemy's death, or with the fall of a hostile kingdom.
No.
It began with the end of the secrecy.

Arthur would be lying if he said the change was immediate. The truth had caused suffering, doubt and chaos. In Arthur more than others. It took a while to work through it all. He had spent a dozen hours frustrated and humiliated in his rooms, unable to even face Merlin. Let alone his people.

And yet... Even the darkest of feelings couldn't overshadow the hope that befell the kingdom. Arthur learned that the laws against magic didn't just hurt sorcerers and witches. The people who had most suffered were the innocent ones who didn't dare move, in fear their actions would be reported as a crime. A crime that to be proven, demanded only a witness, not actual proof. Not until now.

Finally, true peace began. For Camelot with a change of law, for Merlin with a change of clothes, and for Arthur with a change of heart.

"No more secrets," Arthur had demanded.

"Never," Merlin had sworn.

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It was a nice day out. All the days had been nice. So nice, in fact, that Arthur worried about the crops. The sun was shining, clouds were scarce and the trees in full bloom as though they had forgotten that it was supposed to be autumn.
A few more weeks and Arthur would have to investigate if this whole weather thing was magic related.

"Good morning, Arthur. I mean, your highness. What brings you here at this hour?" Gwen sounded unusually chipper. Well.... Not unusually so, not really. It was just something that Arthur hadn't gotten around to get used to. Then again, everyone in the kingdom had cheered up, and all of it felt foreign to him. Perhaps it was the guilt that remained.

"'At this hour?' Gwen, it's 2 pm. I'm well within your work hours."

The forge was running hot, especially with the sun set so high above them, and the metal in full heat. Arthur could hear the sound of a hammer working on something in the back that would either become a sword or a horseshoe. The sound of clanging was damaging to the ears but it felt welcome in a place that had been vacant since Tom's death.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "I know. But you're the King. Shouldn't you be ... I dunno... working on some laws or sitting in a council room talking about taxes?" The raise of her brows was a humorous mimic that said as much as: 'Are you hiding again?'

"Pff-," Arthur waved it off. "I just wanted to hang out with my favorite sister in law for a bit."

Gwen shook her head. "Did Merlin call you a Clotpole again?"

"In front of the Duke of Merthurian! Can you imagine?" Arthur was so done with Merlin. Every day he had to live with this torment! "He already thinks I'm unfit to be king! Now I let myself be ridiculed by ... well... Merlin."

Gwen chuckled. "And then you thought it was a great idea to come to me. The wife of your sister. Morgana isn't going to let you live this down, you know that, right?"

There was more clanging in the background. "I'm honestly more worried that she's going to curse my next set of armor with a spell rash." He scrunched his nose. "No, seriously, I wanted to see you and hear how you're doing. Both of you."