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Three years later…

Arthur

I lay with my wife on my chest. I didn't want to move, I was too happy here. Gwen shifted so she could look at me.

"What's on your mind, my King?"

I smiled down at her. I didn't want to spoil the moment but I never lied to her, not anymore.

"Merlin."

She smiled, "You know, you could try and find him."

It had been the night before our wedding that I'd come clean about everything. About how Merlin was alive and was a fugitive. It was Gwen who had told me what I already knew in my heart, I had to change the law. And I had, it had been almost year since magic had returned to Camelot. Merlin still hadn't returned.

"If Merlin doesn't want to come back I won't force him. I know I wouldn't forgive me," I stated.

Gwen looked sad, "It doesn't seem like Merlin not to come back. There's Gaius, the Knights, me and even if he was mad, and I stress if, he really cares for you. Sometimes I wonder if something happened to him…"

"No." I refused to accept that. Merlin was alive. "A lot can happen in three years Gwen."

She simply shook her head, "Not that. Nothing can make you hate family."

I didn't bother to point out that Merlin was never really my brother, no matter what she might think.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come."

My servant entered. His head bowed respectfully. I missed Merlin's disrespectful ways, he always kept me on my toes.

"Sire, there is a Lady in the throne room who asks for you presence."

I nodded and he left the room. Gwen and I got dressed quickly and made our way to the throne room. It was empty except for a woman, her face was hidden by a black cloak. The cloak, however, couldn't hide her bulging belly.

Why was a woman so pregnant travelling to Camelot to speak with the King?

"What can I do for you, my Lady?" I asked.

She stared at me and I wondered if this was her first time seeing the new King. I remember even those who I had lived with my whole life stared at me once I became crowned. She transferred her stare to Gwen before finally speaking.

"I would love a seat. I've travelled a long way."

Her familiar voice, even though friendly, sent chills down my spine.

She flicked back her hood and revealed the face of my sister.

"Morgana."

"Relax Arthur, I come in peace."

She was smiling, I could see no trace of evilness in her eyes.

"I should hope so. One must be desperate to try and take over the city while pregnant," Gwen laughed.

Morgana laughed with her, her hand rubbing her swollen abdomen.

"Where is your sister?" I asked.

I could not let my guard down. Not matter what, she has tried to destroy Camelot in the past.

"Dead."

There was sorrow in her voice and I wished I hadn't asked. What could I say to that, I'm sorry? I wasn't. And lying didn't feel like the right thing to do.

"It was a long time ago. Do not trouble yourselves.

"What about your husband?" Gwen asked.

I almost feared the answer.

"Tying up loose ends. He is so busy these days. He sent me here as I could no longer travel with him. I hope he will arrive before our baby does," I could hear the humour in her voice but also the worry in her eyes. What husband would be too busy to not be there for the birth?

"May I stay here? I understand if you wish me to leave…"

"Do not worry Morgana. Of course you are welcome," Gwen interrupted.

I was glad she had spoken before me, I had no idea what would've flown out my mouth.

And so it was settled. Many citizens of Camelot were wary of Morgana but I was surprised at how many were not. Many magic users greeted her like an old friend. They summoned up old jokes that had both parties gasping for air. When everyone saw that she had changed they accepted her with welcome arms, they had grown used to change these past years.

Weeks went by and still no sign of any husband though there was every sign of the baby. I was worried that she would have to do this alone. When I expressed this to Gwen she slapped my arm, stated that her brother and her best friend would be there. I was very glad Morgana had returned to my life, I hadn't realised how much I missed her.

Gwen, Gaius, Morgana and I were eating dinner in the throne room.

"Morgana, I was wondering… if you had seen Merlin by any chance…" I asked.

I had wanted to ask this ever since she got here but had been too frightened to ask. Morgana hesitated before answering, "I have. Last I saw him he was in a druid camp not far from here."

"They still have druid camps, when the city is safe?" Gwen asked.

Morgana nodded, "Some have lived in the camps their whole lives. They are frightened of the city walls. Others simply don't have the money to move."

I felt bad for them. This was my fault. My father's fault. I still believe he was a good King. He was simply wrong about magic.

"That's so sad," Gwen frowned.

"I wouldn't worry Gwen. I imagine the camps are shrinking in number, it won't be long before they are all safely in houses," Gaius explained.

The doors burst open. A panicked servant rushed in.

"A dragon, descending on the city!"

We all rushed outside. Sure enough The Great Dragon was flying towards the city.

"Please don't harm him! He's not going to hurt you!" Morgana pleaded.

I did as she asked and allowed him to land. What I saw had me, and many others, frozen to the spot. For climbing off the Dragon was no other than Merlin.

"Merlin!" Morgana ran (as well as a pregnant woman can run) into his arms.

Their lips brushed against each other gently. When they parted Merlin placed his hands over his growing child. Morgana caressed his check and they both smiled. Finally he looked away from Morgana and looked at me.

Merlin had changed so much. His clothes were well worn but were much fancier. He wore light blue and gold. Though I noted with affection he was still wearing his neck scarf. He looked away without a word and I felt pain stab my heart.

"Thank you."

The Great Dragon bowed, "You are welcome, Merlin."

With that he flew away. Merlin and Morgana, hand in hand, walked towards me. Merlin knelt before me. I knew Morgana would've done the same if not for her belly.

"Hello Sire."

He spoke to the ground. The sight made me sick.

"Since when do you bow?"

The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them. As soon as I'd seen Merlin, despite how much he changed, part of me fell back into our old pattern. Unfortunately that part of me was connected to my mouth. Merlin rosed from the ground, he still wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Well you are King now."

I considered this. This was the first time he had seen me as a King. It wasn't a new concept to me, just part of everyday life. I wonder how much he was noticing the changes in me… or would if he looked at me!

"It was a nice ceremony," I stated.

"I know."

I took a second to absorb that, "Wait… What?"

"Not as beautiful as your marriage to Gwen though."

"You were there… you saw…"

My mind had gone numb.

"Though my favourite had to be the announcement that magic was legal again." Merlin was grinning at the ground now.

Stupidly, I was close to tears. All my important moments, all those times I wished Merlin had been there and he was. Rather than burst into tears or hug him until he couldn't breathe, I pulled him into a noggy. He cried out and squirmed as I did. Many watching people laughed gleefully, our wives being among them. When I resealed him we grinned at each other.

"Welcome home Merlin."

"It's good to be home Arthur."