A/N: What's up guys? I know, another new fanfiction. This is pure, brotherly fluff, because why not? This will either be a oneshot or a drabble collection, depending on the response I get, so if you wish to see more, review and let me know! For those of you who have been following my other Merlin fanfiction, Vision of Happiness, an update is coming soon. For the rest of you who are new, welcome! I hope you like what you read, and if so, head over to my profile and check out my other stuff!

And now, without further ado, to Camelot!

"How did Uther know where to find you?" They had returned to Arthur's chambers after Morgana and Uther had caught Gwen and Arthur on their first date. Uther had ordered Guinevere to be banished after Arthur had declared his love for her.

"I don't know, you were the only person who knew where we were!" Arthur rounded on Merlin.

"Well I didn't tell him."

"Maybe something you said gave it away."

"I didn't say anything." You're seriously blaming this on me?

"You know, Merlin, you couldn't keep a secret if your life depended on it!"

"You'd be surprised!"

Arthur's eyes narrowed as he pulled back, confusion written on his face. "What's that supposed to mean?" Are you hiding something from me?

Merlin stared at him blankly for a minute. "Nothing."

Arthur's expression relaxed. He glanced up at Merlin, nodding slightly. Alright. I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault.

Merlin glanced away. His voice softened. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." Arthur leaned on the table, hunching his shoulders.

Merlin strode purposefully into Arthur's chambers. Gwen had been found guilty of sorcery, but Merlin knew that was preposterous. "We need to find a way to smuggle Gwen out of Camelot."

Arthur turned around, a hopeless look on his face. What do you want me to do? "My father has me under constant watch, there are guards outside and below in the square." His voice quavered slightly. He turned around, shaking his head. "I can't watch her die, Merlin." I can't do this, Merlin. This is killing me. It's breaking my heart.

Merlin's gaze was sympathetic, the open and vulnerable look on Arthur's face tugging at him. You really love her, don't you?

Arthur turned away. Yes.

"Merlin, where's the sorcerer?" Arthur demanded.

"He went..." Merlin coughed, trying to clear away the remnants of Dragoon's growling voice. "Um."

Arthur raised his eyebrows. Are you kidding me, Merlin?

"He went that way." Merlin pointed at the wall.

Arthur frowned, turning to the guards. "Sound the warning bell, he couldn't have gotten far." He whirled back on his manservant. "Are you telling me you let him run straight past you?" Just how stupid are you?

"He was...he was just too fast for me."

"He's a doddery old man." You're pathetic. "This is what happens when you spend all day in the tavern."

"What?"

"Perhaps mucking out my horses will help sober you up." Arthur patted him on the cheek hard. Idiot.