Guess what, people! I decided to continue this little story. I was just sitting at my little computer and started to write a little one-shot from Arthur's little point of view. So, my plan is to write little thoughts from several characters POVs. If you have requests just mention it in a review and I'll see what I can do. Thanks to all of those who reviewed my previous chapter, I really appreciate it.

~Arthur~

Destinies are troublesome things.
You feel trapped.
Like your whole life has been planned out for you
and you've got no control
over anything and sometimes
you don't even know if what destiny has decided
is really the best thing at all.

Ironically enough some of the best words of advice that he has ever heard came from an idiot. An idiot who has stuck by him for years on end and seems to have an endless supply of optimism. Occasionally this idiot spews out words of such wisdom that Arthur is almost convinced to denounce his manservant's title of idiot and call him a friend. Nonetheless Merlin maintains the (affectionate) title of 'idiot' and plays the part splendidly. To be perfectly honest, the Prince finds this to be a sort of comfort. Everything has proven subject to change these last few years and everything seems to have the tendency to turn on its head at the slightest provocation. His ideals change, people show new light, and his heart seems to deny everything that he has been taught.

It is hard.

He is afraid of being a disappointment - a failure.

Despite all the mistakes he has made Merlin seems to hold the belief that these 'trials' have made him strong. This thought creates a cacophony of reactions. A part of him shies away from the solid iron belief that he will be the greatest king Camelot has known. Another wants to laugh at the Merlin's naivety. Then there is a part that is immensely grateful towards the idiot his friend who stills has faith in his master. Though those words directly influenced his decision to not marry Elena - she truly was a lovely girl, but he did not love her - and follow his heart and remain true to the girl he did love.

Those words follow him.

There are times where he is standing, contemplating and that memory comes. Sometimes it comes crashing like Gwaine walking through the corridors as a bumbling drunk, other times it slithers in as a shiver up his spine as he wonders 'Is this really the right decision?' Most of the time however he doesn't notice that Merlin influence's his choices. It is only years later that he will be able to see with clarity the effect that Merlin has had. But for now he is only grateful the Merlin-with all his talk of destiny, greatness and stupidity-is an unchanging factor in his life.