Merlin

— Merlin! What are you doing?
— I'm like a swan. It seems I'm not doing anything but there's a lot of work going on underneath.

— You see, Merlin, I could never be like you. I couldn't let myself look so spineless.
— Oh, I'm different. I could never let myself look heartless.

— How does it feel to be servant to the crown prince of Camelot?
— Whashing his royal socks will be even more of a privilege.

Some men are born to plow fields, some live to be great physicians, others to be great kings. Me? I was born to serve you, Arthur. And I’m proud of that. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

— Did you just give me an order?
— Yes, sire.
— Feels good, does it?
— It's... not unpleasant.

— Merlin, is there anything you are actually capable of doing?
— Putting up with you.

— You don't know how many times I've saved your life.
— If I ever become king I'll have you made you court jester.

It's lonely to be more powerful than any man you know and have to live like a shadow.

I swear I will protect you or die at your side.

Acceptance is a form of strength.