"You have nothing to be sorry for."He stated, it was his doing. If he'd known, if he'd been able to put what the Crystal's had shown him together in time, he would have been able to prevent not only Arthur's death, but the whole fight. Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, frowning slightly.
"Yes, sire?"he questioned, his tone exasperated, blinking up at the other with worry bright in his gaze, absently rubbing his arms nervously. He was still afraid Arthur would go running the other direction at the mere reminder he was magical, or worse find a sword and use it to run him through for lying to him this entire time. He doubted such a thing would happen, but Merlin had seen what had happened to good people under fear of Sorcery