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Aug 3, 2019 22:43:49 GMT -5
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Post by m on Mar 8, 2019 7:22:06 GMT -5
Merlin had decided this job just wasn't for him. He'd come to Camelot to learn from Gaius, to have adventure and fun, not be the manservant of a brat prince. How, because he was still having trouble understanding, was this a reward for saving the prince's life? How was being indebted to a royal pain in the ass a grand prize of any variety? Gaius kept insisting this was a good thing; that Merlin now had paid work. And okay. Getting paid, having a place to sleep, a roof over his head, it was nice and all. But Arthur was so... ugh, frustrating. And this, being late for his first day, was just going to make it that much more unbearable. Merlin scrambled through the halls, clutching a tray with fresh meat and cheese, and a jug of water, that was meant to be Arthur's breakfast, delivered some time ago. Yep. A great first impression. By the time he reached the door, knocking once before blundering inside, he was wheezing and out of breath, flushed in the face. "I've-" he sucked in a shuddering breath, fought to keep from doubling over. "Your b-breakfast." | Hold your tongue, honey, The secrets we know could unleash HELL MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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