"You, Merlin, couldn't keep a secret even if your life depended on it."
"You'd be surprised"
"what is that supposed to mean"
His face, My goddess, his face...
Even without knowing it, even without accepting it, his face and his eyes scream that if in that instant Merlin had even joked about having a secret, Arthur's entire world would turn upside down.
Arthur's world has always been one of court, secrets, manipulation, politics. And then there's Merlin, the element that completely changed his monotony, his daily companion, the one who has seen him even at times when Arthur would rather not be seen.
He's not stupid enough to believe he knows everything about Merlin, because why would he if he's "just his manservant"? The dividing line he draw so carefully to protect both of them. And yet, he think he know the essence of Merlin, he know who Merlin is in his depth, right? Because they're Merlin and Arthur... they just know, right?
