Summary: Arthur finds out about Merlin’s magic
Warnings: angst, un-beta’d
Word Count: 228
Prompt:#16 photo of a bleeding heart
Author's Notes: for this prompt there is no fixing this :(
You feel like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. It’s hard to breathe. You close your eyes thinking that when you open them the tiny blue flame in the palm of your husband and future king will be gone, but it’s still there.
Your outlook on magic isn’t the same of your fathers as a matter of fact you brought magic back to Camelot he could have told you, should have told you. You would have kept his secret from your father and protected him the same way he protected you.
For a moment you think tears purged in fire will ease your pain, but that isn’t the king you are, or rather were. He took that king away with your heart. The stocks? No, this requires more than that. The dungeons? But for how long? Until the pain subsides. How long will that be? Then what? Banishment, from you, from Camelot, and her territories? You try to think with your mind and not your heart. Oh wait he tore that out of your chest. You have no heart.
He looks up at the window tears streaming down his cheeks, he looks smaller somehow, but you force yourself not to look away as the horse is led out of the court yard, You were generous, too generous perhaps in giving him a three-day head start before your knights hunt him down and bring him back to be executed for high treason. He told you that they would find him because he has no life without you.