Merthur unstitches me every time. You are my prince and you’re an asshole and so am I a little bit and together we reshape ourselves into men worthy of leading a kingdom. You are my manservant and you’re a meddling fool and so am I and together we reshape ourselves into men who defy unjust rulers and unfair laws. You’re my other half and you’ve faded into the annals of history and the absence of you is a presence I can’t shake. You kept a secret from me til I was on my deathbed and it was the dearest kindness you’ve ever shown me, and yet how I wish you’d’ve told me earlier. You gave me your mother’s sigil. You stood by me as we fought against my own family. There is no space between our names anymore. We are one in every way that matters.
