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I am absolutely distraught by Arthur’s death, but I am just so glad that he didn’t die there on that battlefield, crumpling to the ground while the world spun around him, alone and unaware. No. He died in the arms of the one person who had always been there for him, who had always been able to comfort him when no one else could, the one person who loved him more than any other earthly or unearthly thing. He died with understanding, knowing that all this time Merlin had been protecting him, watching over him, loving him more than himself or his abilities. Merlin, the most powerful sorcerer in the world, found more value in making Arthur smile as he ate his breakfast than in proving to the world that he could send buildings crashing to the ground just by looking at them. And Arthur died knowing that. The king who never quite believed in himself died knowing that there had always been someone by his side, someone who put faith in him above anything else, someone who honestly believed that he was worth something. He died in Merlin’s arms, the place where he felt most at home, with a smile upon his lips.
Do you just carry on talking when I’m away?
I don’t know. How often are you away?
