[Arthur stares intently at Merlin for a moment, unable to make sense of the tangle of emotions his words have evoked. So, he does what he can to break the sudden heaviness of the atmosphere: flicking some water at Merlin, like the mature prince that he is.
Arthur smirks.]
The word of one man. But I suppose that's better than nothing.
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Arthur smirks.]
The word of one man. But I suppose that's better than nothing.