Merlin hadn't believed Arthur for one second. How could he believe it? He was a commoner, not someone of royal blood. The mere thought was absurd!

But why were those people seem familiar to him then? He'd never seen them, as far as he knew, but still, it was like he recognized them?

Merlin rubbed the heels of his hands in his eyes.

Arthur turned from his place on the bed. "I hate to ask you, but perhaps I can have some alone time with him?"

To his surprise, the Ambrosian royals did and Arthur waited until the door closed behind them before addressing Myrrdin.

"I had no idea, Merlin. Or no, Myrrdin."

Merlin's head snapped up. "Arthur, that is not my name."

Arthur took Myrrdin's hands in his. "But it is, love. And if you're wondering, it won't make any difference to me whether or not you were of Royal Blood." Arthur gave a soft chuckle. "My goal of this journey was to make an alliance with Ambrosia, don't you think that being betrothed to their son will only strengthen it?"

"Arthur, this is not funny. I am not their long lost son or whatever they imagined me to be. I'm a farmer's boy, someone from a small village. My mother was Victoria and my father was Jacob. That's it."

"But is it?" Arthur mused.

"What is there to question!"

"Are you certain, a hundred percent certain that they are your parent."

"Arthur, are you doubting my mother's word?"

Arthur bit his lip. "I think I am."

Merlin scoffed. "Oh, and how would you know?"

"Because –" Arthur sighed. "Because of the mark on your back?"

Merlin frowned. "What mark?"

"The mark, next to your left shoulder blade."

"That's just a scar." Merlin said defiantly.

"And how did you got that one?" Arthur asked, but saw his fiancé shrug. Arthur sighed, he needed to tell Myrrdian. If he wouldn't, than his parents would sooner or later. "Merlin, all the Ambrosian Royals get the same mark on the third day after their birth."

"That doesn't have to mean that this mark is the Royal mark." Merlin grumbled.

"It doesn't no."

"Ha, see, I told you."

"But- King Balinor can confirm if it is a Royal mark. In fact he has already done that when you were unconscious." At Merlin's frown, Arthur began to explain. "The mark is linked to the Ambrosian blood line and so can only confirmed by one that blood line, preferably the father or head of the family. With one drop of blood on the mark, it will either light up or not. Merlin, your mark lit up."

"So?"

"That means you are a true member of the Ambrosian family, hence you are a Prince. You are the Prince that they lost when he was just four years old."

A knock sounded through the room before Merlin had the chance to reply and Gwaine stepped in. "There is, someone to see you." Gwaine opened the door and let the person in, before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

"Nicholas?" Merlin said when he saw the man entering. "W-what are you doing here?" He hadn't seen him since he left Ealdor.

"To tell you the truth." Nicholas said. "It's time you know."

"Know what!"

Nicholas stood in front of the bed, his hands clasped in front of him. His head was bowed, like he didn't want to face Merlin. "The woman who you think was your mother – Victoria, she, she wasn't your mother."

"You're lying." Merlin said, shaking his head repeatedly. "You – you've been paid to say that!"

Nicholas lifted his head. "I haven't been paid. I just want you to know the truth." When Merlin didn't said anything in response, Nicholas took that as his cue to continue. "You were found, by Victoria. She was washing her clothing in the river when she saw something on the bank. She came closer and saw it was a person, a little person; you."

Arthur felt Myrrdin's breathing pick up, but neither one spoke. Wanting to hear the full story.

"She brought you back to the camp and to the physician. You were so cold and weren't given much hope once our physician also found a bump on your head. But against all odds, you woke up a little over a week. Victoria hadn't left your side at all, wanting to see with her own eyes you pulled through. She asked for your name and where you came from, but you didn't know that, and you didn't more than that your name started with a M, that's why she called you Merlin."

Nicholas paused for a moment, letting Merlin sink the new information in. "She, and most of the village, hoped that you would regain your memory, but it didn't came. That's why Victoria took you in and had seen to you like you were her own child."

"But why did no one ever told me I was found? And hadn't you heard about a lost child in the area, about the lost child of the Royal family?" Merlin asked low.

Nicholas shook his head. "You know just as well that Ealdor a small village is. News from neighbouring Kingdoms doesn't travel to us. We had no idea that you were of Royal blood, or we would of course brought you back. We thought you might be a child from someone in the neighbouring villages and send some men to ask, but no one missed a child with your description."

"And to why we never told you? I honestly don't know." Nicholas said with a sigh, scratching the back of his neck. "I believe Victoria asked us not too; to not upset you, because you had no recollection of your past life. And you were only five years old, or so we thought. I think it was just easier to keep up with the lie than to make you confused and think you weren't wanted."

Merlin looked down at the covers. "Please, leave me alone."

Arthur looked up to the man and nodded his head. "Thank you," He mouthed and the man bowed before leaving the room.

"You too, Arthur. Please. I need to think." Merlin mumbled.

And Arthur did.

~oOoOo~

A YEAR LATER
Merlin was dressed in the nicest clothes he ever wore. It was the day of his wedding and he had never been more happier.

A year ago, he didn't thought it would ever come to this day, but destiny took a different turn than he imagined. He knew that Nicholas wouldn't lie to him, and neither would the Ambrosian family. They wouldn't just lie to a commoner into thinking he was their child. But to set his mind at ease, he asked to see the marks on Lance and Gwaine's back, and asked Balinor to let him show that the mark on his back would light up. With the help of mirrors he could see that the mark on his back looked the same as the two Princes and that it lit up when a drop of Balinor's blood came in contact with it.

Merlin had also met the Great Dragon and had become angry when he learnt that that great lizard knew about his heritage all along, but Kilgharrah's answer was that it wasn't his place to tell, since he never asked.

It was strange for him to suddenly realize that he had missed twenty-eight years of growing up with his family, and the Royals had understood that Myrrdin wouldn't immediately see them as his family, but they certainly hoped that Myrrdin would wanted to get to know them.

He accepted. Although he had to get really used to his new name. In the beginning he would forget that it was his name, so when someone would call him Myrrdin, he wouldn't even respond.

But he became more used to it as the time passed.

He spent time with his new family, and they showed him paintings of their family when he was still with them. Merlin recognized himself in them, and felt sad about the fact that he'd never get the time back he missed with them.

He felt good at spending time with Gwaine and Lancelot, and they really started to become brothers. Gwaine took it as his personal task to protect his little brother at all costs. And Myrrdin couldn't stop the man from doing so.

But the best thing had to be that Arthur was still with him, even after learning what his true heritage was.

And now the time had come to join his hand with Arthur in marriage.

He smiled brightly as Arthur said his part. "I, Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot. Take you, Myrrdin, Prince of Ambrosia, as my lawfully wedded husband."

"And I, Myrddin, Prince of Ambrosia. Take you, Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, as my lawfully wedded husband."

The officiary bound the two ribbons together. "You are now both joined in the sacred bond of marriage!"

THE END