How To Train Your Dragonlord

Sir Gwaine

Arthur P.O.V:
"Is there anything you would like to talk to me about?"
What was he thinking? My feelings? I could never tell him those. What did he think the Kingdom would do if they found out about their king's feelings for someone of Merlin's status... And gender? Even after becoming Crown Prince of Camelot. If anything, that could make it worse.
"Arthur?" he asked, dragging me back into the conversation. "Arthur, are you all right? You were dead to the world."
I looked at him. I found that I couldn't speak. Then, all too soon, George was carrying out the plates, meaning that we could no longer speak.
Before turning in for the night, Merlin dismissed George for me, before turning and watching me for a moment. "Arthur?" he whispered. I didn't even manage to look up at him. I heard him sigh and the door shut. I didn't get time to process the footsteps towards my chair, which I was stood behind and leaning on. "I can't leave you alone like this..."
I felt his arms around my shoulders from behind me before I registered his words, meaning that I almost jumped out of my skin when he first wrapped his arms around me.
"Speak to me, Clotpole, I always know when something bothers you. Mainly because it's usually me, but still." I laughed at this, as I finally rested my head on his shoulder, which had come round to be within my head's reach.
"I can't bother you with this. Not at the moment."
Merlin scoffed at this. Which, to be completely honest, I had expected. "Can't bother me! Ha! Arthur, if it's bothering you, it's already bothering me. Come on, just tell me already."

Other P.O.V:
In the streets of Camelot, there were whisperings of Prince Merlin Ambrosius. Some were of his past. All were with reverence and respect. After all, while they weren't sure how much was rumour, he had been a commoner, like themselves, once. If he could reach a status like that with a kind and caring king, there was hope for the future, was there not?
Other whisperings were of his present. Bets were made between drunken men as to how long it would be before a royal wedding was also announced between the king and the prince, only half joking. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, a lot of these bets were made between a common-man and Sir Gwaine, who was known in the taverns of Camelot, as a knight whom could hold more than his share of liquor.