Arthur is wary now, warier than he was when he first met Merlin and this journey started. He didn’t used to have many of them, before a random country boy insulted him and found a place in Arthur’s heart.Īll of his Table have, really. Gwaine had taken a nasty slash in their confrontation earlier and Merlin could only do so much for him out in the forest.Īrthur will admit he wasn’t too fond of Gwaine in the beginning, but the man has proven himself and Arthur counts him as a friend. Gwaine tosses in his sleep, a few feet from Arthur and he frowns when he notices the lines of pain on the knight errant’s forehead. Merlin is as brave as any of them, braver even. They all privately think of Merlin as a part of the Round Table of course, but he isn’t a knight, so the rest of Camelot don’t consider him theirs. They aren’t many tonight, just the Round Table and Merlin. He can see all his knights, and Merlin, from his perch and he has eyes on the forest beyond, with the cliff to his back to protect himself. Arthur gets up and goes to the rock face at the edge of their sleeping place. My turn on watch?” He asks quietly and Leon nods, laying out his bed roll. His sword is almost in his hand when he recognises his First Knight, hand outstretched to wake him. ![]() ![]() A poke to his back has Arthur up and awake immediately.
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