enraptured (слэш)

And there Merlin stands, shoulders back, chest out, chin tilted upward toward the sky, like a nobleman, like a king. With every creature, everything object, everything around him, his subject. Waiting, listening intently for his next proclamation. And Arthur finds himself one of them. One of the enraptured.
Because it’s not just beauty and it’s not just magic. It’s something deeper. Something from the very essence of Merlin’s being finally coming back to the surface. It’s grace and kindness. It’s virtue and divine right.
Merlin doesn’t even try to fight the smile on his face and it’s Arthur’s undoing. He lets himself fall deeper in love than he thought possible into that dangerous sort of love that inspires wars and centuries of peace.