Summary: Teenagers Merlin and Arthur talk about their future wedding. "Servants can't marry princes," Merlin says, frowning, a pensive, disappointed look on his face as he glances down at the ring on his palm. Arthur scolws, at Merlin’s words and the sad tilt to his lips. He’s such a spoilsport, but Arthur doesn’t care because one day he’ll be king so he’ll make it possible. For them. "But princes can marry whoever they want. And I want it to be you," Arthur tells him, and he sees it as simple as that, really.
Author's Notes: Written as a fill for merlin_writers, for the prompt proposal/wedding. A million thanks to cryptomoon for betaing this for me and being so nice :)