He remembered her dark curls, how they framed her face. He had only been seven years old, she was only six. He had come to Camelot with his mother to visit his 'Uncle' Gaius; he could remember the first time he had seen her angelic face. She was holding her father's hand, smiling, and he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He had felt something in him being drawn toward her, something he could only explain as being magic. From that moment on Merlin spent every moment he could with Gwen.<br/>-<br/>Merlin sat on the steps of Camelot's courtyard. The people of Camelot were all in their homes for the night, all were celebrating the marriage of Queen Guenevere and King Arthur Pendragon. His long, calloused fingers made fists in his raven-colored hair as he thought of the newlyweds. They were probably drinking wine together, eating together at the feast being held in Gwen's honor...His Gwen. Arthur had taken everything from him; He had taken his destiny, his love.<br/>The young wizard clutched at his heart, he never knew heartbreak could be so literal. Merlin couldn't blame Gwen; Arthur was the King, Merlin was just a lowly servant. He had done his best to save the kingdom of Camelot, all the while keeping his magic a secret from everyone but Gaius.<br/>The Young Sorcerer made his way back to his home, he knew Gaius would be at the King's feast. He began packing, taking out his books and packing them in his bag. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he closed the door behind him and headed toward the stables. Arthur was obviously safe now, and he had...her. It just didn't seem fair. Merlin sacrificed his own life many times for the sake of Arthur and Camelot, the least he thought he would receive was at least a bit of happiness. He brushed his horse, Bjor, and was saddling him when he heard a noise behind him.<br/><br/>"Merlin?.."<br/><br/>He recognized the voice, but didn't turn.