I was walking through the halls of the castle a week later when I bumped into someone.

"Oh pots, forgive me, my lady." The familiar voice said.

"It's quite alright. No harm done." I told him, straightening out my dress.

I looked up to see the brown eyes I had expected.

Merlin...

"I apologise, the fault is mine." I said, not making eye contact.

"May we talk?" Merlin asked, gesturing to a room on my right.

I nodded.

We entered the room and Merlin closed the door.

"You saw. Didn't you?" He asked.

I knew what he meant.

"If you mean I know about your magic, then yes." I replied.

"You're going to tell Arthur, aren't you?"

I gave a shocked expression.

"Of course not!" I exclaimed.

Merlin's eyes widened.

"Why? If you're going to build a relationship with him, you can't keep things from him." He said.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." I replied. "And as long as you don't do anything to hurt him or anyone else, your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you." He smiled. "But I have to ask why you're so okay with this."

"My best friend, Maldue, had magic. He was killed the day Arthur and the knights rescued me." I told him.

He looked sympathetic.

"I'm very sorry to hear that."

I smiled a little. "It's alright. No point in dwelling in the past when you can look to the future."

He nodded. "Quite right."

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I met Arthur in the hall with Uther for some lunch.

I sat down silently, realising I was a little late.