«Merlin». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were a friend and later the wife of Arthur Pendragon. *** Arthur was mortally wounded by Mordred with a sword fragment tempered in dragon's breath in revenge for the execution of his beloved girlfriend, Kara. But Arthur was able to kill Mordred, and Merlin protected him from Morgana... with magic. As soon as they got to a safe place, Arthur demanded answers.  "Are you a sorcerer?" there was no limit to Arthur's surprise, he was angry and annoyed that he hadn't noticed it before. But they had been communicating for so many years and lived literally under the same roof…  "Forgive me, Arthur," Merlin cried desperately.  "Who knew?" Pendragon looked directly into his friend's eyes for the first time after his confession. Merlin bit his lip.  "Gaius was the first to realize this. Then Lancelot," his eyes filled with bitterness, "is your father, Uther. A few days ago, Morgana found out, and then you... sire." Arthur was silent, trying to put it all in his head. "And Guinevere? Y/N? Do they know?"  "No, Sire," Merlin shook his head.  "Why didn't you tell me that right away?" finally the king asked quietly, "I mean, why didn't you tell me right away that you were a magician?"  "How could I?" Merlin smiled mirthlessly. "At the time I came to Camelot, your father ruled, who hated magic. I understand that it was justified," he quickly added, seeing that Arthur opened his mouth to say something, "but there are people... magicians who did nothing wrong. Some people don't realize they're magicians at all until they grow up." Merlin fell silent. "And then you met Morgause and tried to kill your father. They said that magic is evil," Merlin shrugged his shoulders, as if trying to get rid of a load, "that's why I couldn't say anything before," he looked straight into his king's eyes.  "I'm sorry..." Arthur said just as quietly. "I didn't think about it... like that," he admitted. He reached out to Merlin and put his hand on his shoulder.  "Thank you for telling me everything," Arthur said, looking at Merlin. "I really appreciate it. Truth." Merlin smiled faintly, feeling the weight of mystery on his shoulders finally melting and leaving him. ***  "Take care of her, Merlin," Pendragon croaked, breathing raggedly, "tell her that I love her. Please tell her that, okay?.."  "She'll be fine, I promise," Emrys swore, holding his friend's hand.  "Thank you..." Arthur whispered, letting out his last breath and closing his eyes. Merlin began to cry, hugging the cooling body of his king. He called Kilgarra and asked him to move them to Lake Avalon. But it was already too late and even though they arrived there, Arthur's life could not be saved. Merlin buried Arthur on an island in the center of Lake Avalon. He knew that the king was destined to return when the great need for Albion came, but after how many (thousands?) years it happen… Later, Merlin gave you the last words of your spouse, and you, despite the fact that suitors from all over the world were courting you, decided to rule the kingdom alone because you did not want to betray the memory of Arthur.