Concealed
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Arthur knew he should be more cautious. Sitting beside the King at a formal reception required a level of repression he found impossible to maintain whenever Merlin was in the room.
He shouldn't notice the way the sunlight highlighted Merlin's sharp cheekbones or the phantom gaze he felt whenever their eyes met. Every measured word died in his throat as Merlin leaned in to refill his goblet.
Throwing all caution aside, Arthur let his hand linger against Merlin’s, a reckless gamble that felt like the only truth that could be shown.
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Prompt: Caution | Words: 91 | Written for @merthurmicrofic
