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Merlin trotted around after Arthur sending jibes and jokes, trying to get anything out of the King. But today it seemed the King’s mind was on greater things than his servant’s idiocity, his gaze set far away, his frown troubled and thoughtful.
It wasn’t until after the council session, Merlin stood in the King’s chambers carefully peeling Arthur’s red cloak from his back.
“You’d think after all these years you would have learnt to do this yourself” Merlin quipped hanging the cloak carefully over the changing screen for later.
“Hmmm” Arthur mumbled in response, rounding his desk, eyes down on the papers on it.
Frowning Merlin shook his head and stepped forward. “Alright, what is it?”
“What?” Arthur said blinking up at Merlin from his desk.
“You” Merlin huffed. “You’ve missed at least three very good opportunities to mock me today. Something is definitely wrong.”
“Not now Merlin” Arthur sighed rifling through the papers on his desk. “I have too many things to do.”
“Arthur” Merlin spoke softly, his face creasing in real concern. “Tell me.”
The King sighed, his gaze flicking up to his servant then to the blue sky blanketing above them through the window and took a deep breath. “Guinevere and I can’t have children.”
“Oh” Merlin breathed in shock. “Oh Arthur, I’m sorry.”
But the King waved away his concern, his gaze still fixed resolutely out the window, his eyes suspiciously bright.
“There are options” Merlin continued coming to stand at the side of the desk in hopes Arthur would look at him. “You could take one of the Knight’s children as a ward; train them to be your successor…”
“No” Arthur replied turning his gaze back down to the desk. “The Kingdom is not stable enough; there would be to much grey area for them to govern successfully. The only way to secure the future stability of Camelot is to have a successor whose rights are not in question.”
“Arthur you have time. You don’t need to sort all this out now.”
“But I do Merlin” Arthur replied hotly. “Don’t you see? Did Ismere not teach you anything? I could have died, perished in those tunnels had Mordred not saved me and I would have left my people unprotected.”
“So what will you do?” Merlin whispered, staring at his King with compassion in his eyes.
Arthur’s shoulders slumped, the weight of the entire Kingdom visible on them for that one moment. Merlin wished he could just step forward and just take the weight; let his friend breathe for a moment.
“What I must” Arthur replied sombrely, straightening his shoulders.
Something in his tone, that steadfast, stubborn tone that always preceded Arthur doing something reckless and dangerous, always ‘for the good of the Kingdom’, made Merlin straighten and look more intently at his King and Destiny.
“Arthur” he said lowly. “What are you planning to do?”
Arthur fidgeted for a moment, before he took a breath and spoke with a steady voice. “Magic. We are going to use Magic to help us conceive.”
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