Okay, so here is the promised last chapter, hope you like it..I'm not totally happy with it, but well. And I decided to write a sequel to this story, but it could take some time till I come around to that, cause I started a different story already and will probably finish that one first before I write the sequel...not sure yet. If university is nice I will try to start writing it sooner!

Anyway, thank you all for the support and your lovely reviews +alerts and favourites. I really enjoyed writing this story and am glad that so many of you said that you loved/liked it! Thank you! =)

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Epilogue

Two days later Merlin got up late as usual, and went to retrieve the prince's breakfast from the kitchens. As he then slowly made his way to Arthur's chambers he was astonished that, even after all that's happened in the past week, Camelot was still the same. Servants were running around hastily, conducting duties for their masters and knights and noble men were either training or launching around and enjoying the day. Simply put everything was just the same.

And wasn't that just…disappointing? He was of course aware that it was best that way and possibly safest for him, but at the same time he wondered how it was possible that no matter what plagued Camelot was basically forgotten as soon as it was resolved. Only few seemed to be concerned with what happened a few days ago and even fewer were sceptical about the sorcerers' easy defeat. Even he had to admit that for all the trouble they had caused, they had lost and consequently been killed very fast.

Well, Sir Tristan, Merlin thought darkly, certainly had his doubts and would most likely be a problem in the future, but he would worry about that later…now on to ponder more important things…

How could the revelation of his gifts to Arthur have been so uneventful?

Whenever Merlin had thought about the time after his secret had been revealed, he had imagined fireworks, possibly even earthquakes or at least something monumental to happen. It had always seemed to be such a huge step and now? No change at all.

He was still the 'mentally retarded' manservant and clumsy as ever, which he promptly proved when walking into Arthur's room, as he tripped over nothing than his own feet and dropped the breakfast tray. Reacting on pure instinct and the wish not to have to go back to the kitchens Merlin slowed time and caught the tray and its content before it could hit the ground. Merlin then sighed in relief and righted himself, only to nearly drop it again as he was greeted with the sight of a very awake Prince Arthur, who was staring at him intently from his favourite armchair.

Standing stock still Merlin was contemplating if his master was now angry or just surprised or simply dumbstruck as usual. After the initial conversation they had not talked about the magic again and Merlin was unsure how to act around him. Maybe he should say something to break the tension? But then again he didn't know what Arthur had decided after thinking about his confessions ...oh dear what to do?

Fortunately Arthur apparently decided to save him the trouble and said "What are you dolt waiting for?" and upon receiving a confused look, he continued disdainfully, while gesturing to the table in front of him, "My breakfast."

"Oh, yes of course." Jolted into action he rushed forward and placed it in front of Arthur and then, like every good servant would, started to tidy the chambers. Occasionally his contemplating gaze was drawn back to the eating prince, but he was either to busy with the food to notice the looks or simply ignored them.

Pushing his luck a little Merlin though up a little experiment. He had spotted the dirty armour a while ago and decided to try something. So, after another glance to Arthur he muttered a quick cleansing spell and waited for the prince's reaction.

Several tense minutes later Merlin was still waiting...Nothing, no reaction at all.

'Interesting'

So, for the next ten minutes he proceeded to clean and tidy the chambers using his magic, but still...nothing. He had even let a broom fly past Arthur, soon followed by some laundry, which placed itself in the clothes basket; still not even a twitch. Now, out of chores, and eyebrow raised higher than Gaius ever managed, Merlin returned to Arthur's side and watched as he calmly finished the last of his breakfast.

The prince then slowly got up and surveyed his now spot clean chambers before saying...

"I'll need my festive clothes for the feast tonight, see to it that they are cleaned. Also, polish my sword and Merlin, stop slacking off."

"I'm not. I just cleaned your whole room!" exclaimed Merlin affronted.

"No, your magic did, you just stood there looking stupid as always. And I should probably decrease your salary seeing as your magic does all the work..."

"Oi, forget it prat, you're underpaying me as it is."

"Yeah right, idiot." And with that Arthur seemingly considered the conversation over and swept out of the room. Merlin, muttering to himself about supercilious princes, remained in the chambers and was glad that Arthur had at least forgotten to give him any more chores, when the prince's head popped back through the open door followed by a "Oh and muck out the stables and clean the knights boots, all of them by hand." emphasizing the hand, before disappearing again.

Staring at the door in disbelief, Merlin narrowed his eyes and thought, 'That's it! Next time he can save his own condescending-ass. Or maybe donkey-ears would suit him well...hmm.' that would certainly deserve looking into...

Fin.

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