Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

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Arthur had always known there was something off about Merlin.
From the moment they've met and a young farming boy decided to pick a fight with a noble, Arthur just knew.

There was something about Merlin, that he couldn't really put his finger on.
It was a feeling, nothing more.
But it made Arthur wary of many things.

It made him question where Merlin came from, what goal Merlin had coming to Camelot.
,I will see this boy around a lot, won't I', Arthur had asked himself. And he was right.
Barely a day after, Merlin saved his life and was put in the position of his personal manservant.

Nobody else had thought of this. But this boy was the only one awake enough to actually do something. That was a riddle, Arthur was determined to solve.
It took him less than two weeks to figure out just how awake Merlin really was.

It was a rather normal sunny day and Arthur had just come from his training with the other knights and given Merlin the task to polish his armor.
When he thought he had forgotten something in the armory. His sword, of course. Arthur never went around the Castle without a sword.

Normally, in other kingdoms, it was considered rude to carry weapons during feasts and all that. But Camelot was different. They had a paranoid king and a constant threat around every corner of the Castle.
They had to be prepared at all times. Arthur even kept his sword close, when he went to sleep. He didn't really feel safe. Not even when he slept.

Right now, however, Arthur was unarmed. Which is why he was beginning to panic when he saw his servant – reading.

Admittedly, the mere fact that his servant could actually read was a surprise. Farmers, especially in Cendred's kingdom, usually didn't have the luxury to get basic education.
Merlin had, however. But the book he was holding was leather bound. Another thing that Merlin should be unable to afford.
The boy was muttering some gibberish. Gibberish that Arthur didn't understand. But that he still recognized from his many experiences on the battle field.

Oh yeah. And his eyes were gold. Arthur's armor was cleaning itself.
Arthur jumped behind the door. Merlin hadn't seen him, right?
The boy was a bloody sorcerer. A sorcerer in disguise. THIS was why Arthur was paranoid all the time! Was Merlin even his real name?
Arthur's face went pale as sheet paper.

Of course. Of bloody course. Only one time! ONE TIME! He meets someone who doesn't treat him like a prince but an actual person, who acts all loyal and brave and the guy turns out to be a traitor.
Bloody Magic!

That must be why he saved Arthur's life. To get close to him. To find things out about the kingdom and hand his information over to whoever send him.
Maybe he wanted to kill the king himself? Arthur was breathing heavily now.
His father was in danger too. All the people around him were.
,I could take you apart with one blow.' ,I could take you apart with less than that.'
God, the boy hadn't been lying.
Wait, that didn't quite make sense. Why wasn't the boy attacking Arthur of all people? If he wanted revenge, if he wanted Camelot in peril – why not kill Arthur when they were alone in his room?

Arthur hugged himself. What would the boy do, if he found out that Arthur knew? Would he kill him?
Rumors traveled fast between the servants. If Arthur were to run to his knights right now, and came back within minutes, the boy would long be gone.
Arthur had no proof of this boy using magic. And he had no weapon to defend himself with. He couldn't just go in there and arrest him!
Arthur was many things, but he was not a fool. He knew what sorcerers could do.
He had seen it many times. Also it bothered him that Merlin's hadn't done anything yet.

Arthur decided, he needed to keep an eye out on Merlin. He needed to know what this boy was planning first. Who send him? What exactly was their goal?