“So Lancelot was saving you too? Convenient.” He says simply, a hint of jealousy in his tone slightly. He tries to tear his eyes away from you and fails miserably. “He’s a good knight.” He said trying to sound disinterested in talking to them, his eyes focus heavily on them. He hears Merlin talking in the background and ultimately ignores it to stare at them longer. Just for a peaceful moment he could almost pretend he didn’t see them holding hands with Lancelot, that Merlin was wrong for accidentally seeing them kiss. He wanted to just be proven wrong, just for once. He had to believe that there was a reason right? Had to.

“I’m sure he’s suitable enough.” He says simply, almost too casually of him. Suddenly, merlin shoves his shoulder most likely telling him to just get over it. How was he supposed to? He was the crown prince who could probably have the best choices of his own suitors but no, he had to chose you. He glares at Merlin, it’s not that simple he wants - no, needs to say desperately.

It’s not like they were a thing anyway, now were they? It’s not like they could’ve dated. Not with his father thinking they’re royalty so he must marry or at least date royalty. There goes his mind, thrown in the clouds forever. Daydreaming for a better possibility. It would be better this way, he constantly told himself. You could actually have a chance at happiness while he, would most definitely would always pine for you. Discreetly, of course.