“It has been an honor to serve you Arthur.”
Arthur makes an exasperated noise. He is about to demand again that Merlin get on with it; when Merlin takes a final deep breath and says in a rush. As if he stops he’ll never finish.
“I hope someday Arthur, that you will be able to see why I couldn’t be honest with you about this before. Please know that I never wanted to lie to you. It was the only way to help you fulfill your destiny, which is my destiny. I care too much about you as a friend not just as a king. I have magic Arthur… I’ve had it since I was born. I’ve only ever use it to help people. In Ealdor I only used it to help with the planting or if it was an emergency of some sort. For the last few years that I’ve lived in Camelot I’ve only used it when I had to. To protect you or in the protection of the people of Camelot. This I swear, so you see I cannot give an opinion on whether you should bring back magic to Camelot. Honestly, because all I’ve ever wanted is for you to know of my magic and be okay with it. Still trust me, and for magic to come back to Camelot. That is my heart’s desire. So I can’t in good faith give an opinion on what you should do without you knowing the truth.”