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Post by em on May 15, 2011 7:51:31 GMT -5
He managed to duck the pillow that was flung his way, “Err, yes you do!” he half laughed, “I'm here every evening until late finishing off your ridiculous list of chores and sometimes think some kind of beast has replaced you! I can’t count the number of times I’ve had to come and check just in case!”
Merlin laughed hard at the next statement about Arthur’s beauty regime. “Perfection? You?” he held onto the back of the chair to steady himself, “Im sorry Arthur but I would never associate you with that word!” With that, he took the pillow and lobbed it back in Arthur’s direction.
"You ought to learn a thing or two,"
Merlin looked down at his clothes and studied them, “Why? What’s wrong with me? I think I look pretty darn good most of the time." He tugged at his scarf smugly. "At least I don’t spend hours looking at myself in the mirror – im sure we’ll need to get you a bigger one though, that one seems to be shrinking” he looked at the mirror that was mounted on the wall just behind the dressing screen.
He carried on listening to Arthur as he opened the cupboard and put the clothes away, looking over at his friend every so often to check that he’d not yet suffered from a mental breakdown. “…wow” he replied, “sounds like some heavy stuff”.
Infants? Merlin knew that betrothals could be made from birth, and it sounded like Uther and Godwyn had done exactly that – or to that extent anyway. “I think she should – at least then if you’re both against the whole idea then it could be called off, and you’ll never have to see her again.” If only it were that easy.
Arthur had known all along that his father would want him to marry, or would thrust some poor unsuspecting girl at him. Merlin felt sorry for Elena, not only did she have no say in the matter but also she could have someone waiting for her back in Gwant. Someone who perhaps saw past her clumsiness. He voiced this thought to Arthur. “Do you think she has someone too?” he asked, “someone who you already love, but are forbidden to be with?"
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 7:34:47 GMT -5
Arthur explained about what the tournament entitled. In a nutshell it was just Knights going around and hitting one another. “So you’re just gonna clobber eachother round the head for a title?” Merlin frowned, “sounds like a pretty boring tournament to me”. Arthur would most likely clobber Merlin round the head at this moment. After all he’d just said his last statement like an insult. Merlin couldn’t understand what the attraction was to it all though.
Merlin shrugged at Arthur next words, “I’ve never needed to” he said, “Ealdor is only a small village – no knights, no castles. Just a few houses, fields and a couple of cows”. All in all Merlin had to admit that Ealdor, in comparison with Camelot, was a pretty boring place.
Geez, Arthur must have more lover for his dogs than himself, as he shot Merlin a look of daggers before saying, "You have better love dogs. Don't you dare insult them either. They are worth more than you will ever be." Merlin carried on following him, “Im more of a cat person” he stated, knowing that it would probably make Arthur glare at him some more.
Merlin knew that walking Arthur’s dogs would result in disastrous consequences, and if Arthur had anything to do with it, every time they saw Merlin they would attack him. “Sooo…how many dogs do you have? If im going to walk them I need to prepare myself – oh and I’ll need to know their names too…” he gave a small chuckle in a joking manner, “don’t want me losing them now do we?”
Now Arthur was saying he was going to show him the castle. Well the places he’d likely be sent to by Arthur anyway.
"That is the king's chamber. Never go in there unless you are ordered to do so or summoned."
Like he ever would. He’d already seen what Arthur’s father was capable of, and if he was caught snooping around in his chambers then he wouldn’t go for another spell in the stocks.
"That is the Lady Morgana's chamber. Never go in there,"
Too late. He’d already been sent there by Gauis, and he’d practically caught her undressing. He knew not to tell Arthur about this encounter as by his tone, the Lady Morgana’s chambers was forbidden territory to any man in the castle – all except the King, Arthur and Gauis of course.
“What if im ordered to do so, or summoned?” Merlin gave Arthur a look, repeating the Prince’s words from earlier on. It was a genuine question though.
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 7:10:24 GMT -5
"There is a secluded hallway that will lead to the side entrance of the castle."
He should’ve known. He’d done a lot of sneaking around after Morgana and hiding in secluded alcoves. How had he not known of that hallway? Thank goodness Arthur did otherwise they’d both be stuck.
They would have to move fast, run fast, and talk less. All that mattered was that they made a break for it. As Arthur was now stating. "Once we're out, we need to make a run for the woods."
The woods. Morgana’s men would surely find them there. “She had guards everywhere, they’re bound to find us hiding in some bushes easily!” Merlin told him worriedly. He couldn’t hold these guards off for that long, and only the simplest of spells would actually hold them back and give both him and Arthur time to escape.
In the end he looked to Arthur and gave a small nod. What other choice did they have? “Lets go”
With that Merlin looked to see if anymore guards were patrolling before stepping out quietly into the hallway. He waited for Arthur to lead the way before following. He had no idea where this secluded hallway was or how far away from their hiding place it would be.
As they ran down the hallway Merlin looked back noticing one of the guards had now turned the corner and spotted them. He stopped and turned back “Ástríce” he muttered and sent the guard flying back into the wall. With that he turned and ran managaing to catch up with Arthur as they fled from the castle and out into the night.
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 6:51:35 GMT -5
Arthur seemed generally concerned. This hadn’t passed Merlin’s notice but he didn’t want to delve into anymore unnecessary details. It was a dangerous topic enough without adding more fuel to the fire.
He would just have to bear the burdens he carried for now, and then once this was all over then perhaps he could return to his normal self. Not that it would be easy, but these things usually took time.
“I said I’ll be fine” he half snapped and then said calmly, “Really – don’t worry about me”.
But no. Arthur kept on. "If you are not feeling up to this Merlin, then perhaps it best if you stay. Help Gaius with the injured."
“Im going and that’s final” Merlin retorted. “Ive accompanied you everywhere else when there have been dangerous situations and I’ve still survived. At least let me come on this one, so as if I don’t – then at least I can die happy knowing that I tried”.
He felt his words coming out strong and snappish even more. For once in his life he felt as though he had no self-control over his actions whatsoever. The last time he’d felt something like this was when he had become frustrated at the fact that things happened for no reason, back in Ealdor. Objects would move by themselves, things would set themselves alight during the middle of the night.
It was only when he arrived in Camelot that a reasonable explanation had been given for this – and with the help of Gauis, the dragon (back when he knew where his loyalties lay) and the magic book, he’d learnt more of how to control himself and to use his powers to his advantage.
By this time they’d got to the doors that led out into the square. Merlin simply gave Arthur a look before heading out of the doors and down the steps. Leaving the Prince to dwell on his words.
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 17:20:15 GMT -5
Merlin gave a small chuckle. At least Arthur had seen the funny side to his comment, whereas he had been serious. Who on earth wanted a spoon as a wedding present? How about a horse?
Anyway enough about fantasising what would be on the gift list, they needed to figure something out that would work for both Arthur and Elena.
“Does she even want to marry you? Because quite frankly I’d run a mile if I had to” Merlin smirked, “for a start you snore, and don’t even mention the amount of time you spend getting ready for a feast…” he ranted on.
This was true; Arthur could be such a girl at times. Merlin would always be standing there while he checked himself out in the mirror or used the back of a plate to admire himself.
It was then Arthur mentioned that the marriage wouldn’t even gain a strong king or queen. Merlin knew that Gwen would always be Arthur’s strength – but there was also the fact that she would always be his weakness along with that. Not in a bad way of course, but he knew just how far Arthur would go to ensure her safety and also her happiness too. After all, hadn’t he implied that he wanted to marry her when she was kidnapped by Hengist?
“Nothing has been put to paper yet – perhaps there’s still time to convince your father and Godwyn that this isn’t the best match for both you and Elena, and also the kingdoms.”
He got up and began to tidy away some of the clothes that Arthur had slung lazily over the chair that morning. “Allegiance or not, you’ll both end up with the worst end of the bargain”
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 15:59:12 GMT -5
This was the first time that Arthur didn’t actually have a clue as to what he was going to do. Allegiance between two kingdoms was all well and good, but through marriage? Whoever came up with that idea must have been desperate? Merlin would have hated to be in Arthur’s boots at this moment. Even he wouldn’t dream of entering into a union like that
Merlin took a seat and looked at his friend. “But you don’t love her?” he stated rather than asking. Merlin knew it. Arthur knew it – after serving the Prince for so long it wasn’t too hard to pick up on just what emotions that he was feeling. Arthur was his best friend. He never thought he’d actually admit it, but he was. Apart from Will, Arthur was the only true friend that he’d ever had.
He sat back and slumped down further into the chair. He made a disgusted face, “Ergh, just imagine all those spoons you’ll get as wedding presents”, the thought in itself horrified him.
Merlin then looked to Arthur, “sorry, im not exactly helping matters am I?” he smiled pitifully – not that Arthur needed pity, he needed help!
“Would you do it though?” he paused, “Marry Elena for the good of the kingdom?” he asked. Merlin was unsure as to what Arthur thought would be for the best. His own personal happiness or for the strength of Camelot.
“Allegiances can easily be broken – love can’t,” he stated, hoping that this might put Arthur’s mind at ease. It seemed far from it at the moment.
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 15:45:58 GMT -5
Morgana had truly turned into the enemy now. Then again since her return Merlin knew of where her allegiance lay – although being the idiot that he was, he’d allowed it to go to the extreme stage.
“Because she must have known that she had a claim to the throne? And that you’re the only one standing in her way” Merlin suggested sighing slightly. It pained him to say it, but they both knew that this was true, “Arthur, with Morgause at her side, who knows what kind of destruction they’ll bring to Camelot”. He replied to Arthur’s previous question. “and with an army like that…” he began but didn’t go on. he didn’t want to think about just how much carnage that Morgana would leave in her wake.
Merlin poked his head out of their hiding place, aware that there were no more minions patrolling the halls. He pulled himself back in and looked to Arthur.
“We need to find the others,” he muttered on hearing footsteps again, the shadows of the guards walking past again. Didn’t they ever sleep? Probably not – they were immortal after all; sleep would be the last thing on their minds.
“Any ideas on how we make a run when the freaky creeps are out hunting for us?”
Arthur was usually filled with good ideas. Well, sort of. Most of the time it would involve Merlin being the distraction.
They needed to find Gauis, Elyan and Gwaine. At least then they would have people who they could trust, helping them out. It wasn’t going to be easy – especially as most of their friends were locked away, but they had to try.
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 15:14:19 GMT -5
Merlin didn’t hear Arthur agreeing with him. He was too busy staring into space to even bother listening to what the prince had to say. What if Balinor refused to come back with them? Merlin knew that all would be lost then – his magic was useless in this situation and Camelot would fall for sure. Should he tell Balinor that he was his son. He couldn’t exactly go up to him and say “Hey, you don’t know me but im your son – Hunith’s my mother, the woman you left”. In his mind the last part sounded bitter, but if it were said vocally then Merlin knew it wouldn’t sound so much like that.
He was jolted out of his thoughts as the weight of Arthur’s bag was thrust into him. What on earth was he taking? His whole chambers? He followed Arthur out and into the hallway.
Merlin just shrugged when Arthur noted that he looked tired, “that’s my punishment for running around after you all day”. He’d meant to make this sound like a joke, but somehow it came out as though he was angry. He gave a small sigh, “sorry”.
Prepared? Of course he wasn’t prepared. This was just another situation that had once again resulted in him being dragged into the middle of it. No matter how special his mother had told him that he was – Merlin felt anything but that right now. For a start he was defenceless against the Dragon, and then there was the whole ‘daddy doesn’t know’ revelation. Merlin felt that over the last few weeks, he’d been pushed from pillar to post. He ached both physically and emotionally. Protecting Arthur was a heavy weight to carry in itself, everyday. He knew that he couldn’t just turn a blind eye though.
“I’ll be fine” was all he said as they made their way down the steps.
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 14:58:10 GMT -5
"Regardless, my father and Lord Godwyn find us to be a suitable match . . . for marriage."
Merlin lost his balance, from where he was perched on the edge of the table, on hearing this and snorted, steadying himself so as he wouldnât fall off again.
âWhat! Marriage!â he almost laughed. No way, there was no way thatâ¦well, there was and Merlin could put something like this past Uther but that was beside the point. âYou canât be serious?â he asked and quickly poured Arthur another drink and shoved it into the hands of his friend. He defiantly needed it at a time like this!
It appeared that Arthur had almost been thinking the same as he had, along the lines of differentiation between father and daughter. Elena seemed so clumsy andâ¦wellâ¦acted slightly improper for a Princess. âHow are you going to get yourself out of this one?â he asked. Merlin knew that somewhere along the lines heâd be dragged into it all and would end up resolving the situation himself. However this time it may seem like it wasnât going to happen like that.
Merlin also knew what this meant for the ever-growing relationship between Arthur and Guinevère. It would tear them both to shreds and he knew it. If Arthur did marry Elena then there was no doubt that his friend would live in misery for the rest of his life, and Gwen? Well he knew that sheâd be just as miserable having to see another woman with the man she loved, everyday.
Now he knew why Arthur had looked so shocked in the hall. It was because Uther had practically told himthat he was to marry Elena!
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 13:58:11 GMT -5
Merlin headed into Arthur’s chambers. It had been a pretty awkward day to say the least.
He noticed the Prince was lost in his own thoughts and knew his friend was troubled over the recent arrival of Princess Elena and her father. He’d seen the look on Arthur’s face when Uther had mentioned something to him before Elena had even entered the hall. It was more of shock if Merlin knew his friend like he did his magic book. Of course he’d seen the look of protest too, but that hadn’t gone far because already the two royals had entered the hall. Princess Elena startling everyone but tripping over face flat on the floor.
She was an odd one. Nothing at all like her father from first impressions.
Merlin closed the door behind him. “Well…that was…interesting?” he struggled to think of the right word to sum up the events of the day.
He noticed Arthur’s face and waved his hand in front of it. “Hellooooooo? Arthur?”. He gave a small huff, “Come on then…what’s wrong? With a face like sour milk there has to be something that’s made you like that…or perhaps, someone?”
Merlin headed over to table and poured Arthur a drink. That would get something out of him at least. He turned around and leant back on the table, folding his arms and putting on a quizzical look.
“Princess Elena couldn’t be anymore different from Lord Godwin” he began, stating his previous thoughts of her, vocally.
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 13:38:41 GMT -5
Merlin knew Arthur well enough to know that he was not fine. He didn’t look it and he’d heard the small groan that the prince had made before Merlin had entered his chambers. Never the less he knew not to question whether Arthur wanted to go ahead and ride out. Of course he did. It was his duty. Their duty.
“Well you don't look too good yourself,"
Merlin gave a small snort, “I’ve been better”. He scratched the back of his neck. There was so much that he wanted to say and yet he couldn’t – because it would completely uncover his magical abilities. There were times like these that Merlin just wanted to yell at Arthur. Tell him who he really was, that his father was in fact the man that they were seeking.
Fate was cruel, and yet destiny seemed far crueller.
“Huh?” Merlin looked up when realising that Arthur said, “sorry – err, yeah…im alright” he lied. If only Arthur knew the extent of just how ‘not alright’ he was. In fact the realisation that they were seeking a man who Merlin had wondered about for the last 20 odd years of his life had only just hit him.
In some ways it hurt, in others it just felt numb. Merlin was a complete mixture of emotions at the moment and had no idea what to expect when they found Balinor. Would he even agree to return to a place to help the man who had banished him from there all those years ago?
He tugged self-consciously at his scarf, “I just want to find Balinor and let everyone return to peace again”. Another lie. Well…it was true but the statement itself had been a lie. Positioning his bag in a more comfortable place over his shoulder, he looked to Arthur and gave him a weak and tired smile. He was tired – but he wasn’t about to give up just yet.
“Are you ready?” he asked
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 13:11:36 GMT -5
It was like Arthur had frozen to the spot. The result of the icy glares Morgana was now throwing Uther’s way. Merlin couldn’t imagine how his friend felt at the moment. He almost felt like kicking himself for knowing of this revelation earlier. Had he not have the Merlin would have felt just as betrayed by Morgana’s actions, and he wouldn’t have condemned them either. It was all thanks for the crystal cave and a bit of eves dropping, which resulted in him knowing what was to come. He’d seen Morgana with that crown on her head. He should’ve acted quicker to prevent it.
Merlin now began to wonder as to whether it was right of him to heal her when he’d allowed Morgana to fall down the stairs – so as to stop her from harming the King. Should he have let her die? But he hadn’t – no, which was the problem, he was too nice and guilt ridden to see everyone else suffer as a result of his actions. And now they were suffering from them still! He felt like he couldn’t win in this game!
On hearing Arthur say that they should go, Merlin quietly shifted himself and crept out into the hallway – checking to see if any guards were lurking. Morgana’s immortals looked dead already. Their faces blank and eyes as dark as hers.
“Come on” he gestured to Arthur who was now looking just as blank and motionless as Morgana’s men. “We’ll get out of here and think of something, then we can come back and fight for what is yours” he told him.
Merlin couldn’t afford Arthur’s current state of mind to land them in the same situation as their friends. Held in the dungeons awaiting a certain death. If it was his destiny to protect Arthur, then protect him he would. Even if it meant bringing down the one who had always been like a sister to him.
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Post by em on May 14, 2011 12:59:29 GMT -5
"You'll get used to it,"
He couldn’t quite tell whether Arthur was being nice or awful. All the same Merlin smiled and carried on fluffing the pillows. “Thanks, im sure I will – I know some of the castle anyway, so I suppose that’s a start”.
Merlin frowned at Arthur’s mention of the words ‘tournament’ and ‘helping’. How exactly was he supposed to do that? Polishing armour wasn’t exactly helping. “What kind of tournament?” he asked out of interest – perhaps if he concentrated on making conversation about Arthur’s interests then the Prince might make some kind of small talk back. “And helping?” he asked a little worriedly. He’d seen the expression on Arthur’s face and it was enough to know that what he mean by ‘helping’ was obviously code for ‘torture Merlin’. “I err…. well, how exactly can I help? I can’t fight or anything – let alone lift up a sword” he shrugged.
"You will also need to polish my armour after training, and do my laundry."
Well obviously, the royal socks didn’t wash themselves after all. Polishing armour? That didn’t sound hard. Gauis had him polishing all the time. Books and tables etc.
"Every morning you will also be expected to exercise my dogs."
Exercising dogs...right, wait...WHAT!
“Great dogs…” he put on a fake cheerful attitude, “I…love, dogs” he had a slight hesitation in his words. If anything Merlin disliked dogs as much as he did Arthur. Now he was ordered to exercise them…EVERY morning?! He couldn’t wait for the slobbering and jumping on him to begin.
He finished pondering and pulled the overthrow over the bed. Now it was done and Arthur was already calling for him. “Yes sire!” he called and literally ran to follow him. Arthur was already out of the door and up the hallway.
“So…where are we going?” Merlin asked – if it was to meet Arthur’s dogs then he’d need a shield of some kind, and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to use the Prince as a human one.
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Post by em on May 13, 2011 14:33:24 GMT -5
Both Merlin and Arthur had watched in horror from their hiding place, as the King was made to kneel before Morgana and Morgause. He’d literally had to restrain Arthur from giving away their presence. “What use are you dead?” he’d hissed. as the scene unfolded Merlin could only watch with a constant frown of disapproval on his face. If only looks could kill - then perhaps Morgana and Morgause would be dead by now. He looked back to Arthur who was watching both out of angryness and curiosity.
He looked to the prince at the revelation that Morgana was actually his sister. He looked crushed, betrayed, horrified, all of these things rolled into one expression. Merlin had known about Morgana and that Arthur was the only one standing in her way to the throne. Now it seemed as though she had it – crown and all. He knew that the rein of terror was about to begin.
Arthur needed to be in the right state of mind. They needed to figure this one out. With Mogause by her side and an army of immortal soldiers it would be hard enough for the pair of them to go up against all of that. No matter how strong his magic was, Merlin knew that it wouldn’t be enough to keep Arthur or Camelot safe.
“Arthur” he hissed, “We need to get out of here now, before she finds us both – what use are we to your father when we have no back up?”
There were only so many spells that he could use to protect them both, but at the moment the retaking of Camelot was a lost cause in itself. He needed to come up with a plan and fast, before everyone he knew and loved were cut down in their paths by Morgana.
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Post by em on May 13, 2011 14:11:42 GMT -5
Merlin had said nothing to Gauis all evening. The truth that Balinor was indeed his father had hit him hard. Merlin wasn’t sure whether he should be either happy that his father was still living, or angry at the fact that he’d just left his mother without so much as a goodbye.
He stuffed a few more things into a saddlebag and then closed it. The trip was going to be long – both he and Arthur knew it, but they had to find his father. It was their only chance of defeating the dragon after all.
Merlin’s magic wasn’t as strong as he’d liked. The dragon himself had sneered at him for it.
“Gediernan mín dióhlu” he muttered, the magic book immediately hiding itself away under the floorboard under his bed where it was usually hidden.
Merlin hadn’t bothered to physically put it away himself; he already felt drained by the recent events that had happened. Poisoning Morgana, releasing the dragon, finding out his father was an outlawed dragon lord. Feeling the weight of the magic book would only be a constant reminder of the one that he carried everyday. Fulfilling his destiny. He eventually gathered his things together and said goodbye to Gauis.
He reached Arthur’s chambers in record time and saw the Prince looking as though he was in pain. It was most likely his wound he’d recently received. He entered the room cautiously. “You alright?” he frowned as he approached Arthur, “you look…well to be honest? You look terrible”.
At least he wouldn’t have a pillow lobbed in his direction. Merlin kept his eyes on Arthur, wondering whether or not he’d be able to last the journey at all.
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Post by em on May 13, 2011 13:41:40 GMT -5
No. He didn’t. Well he did but not very well – he’d only just managed to find the kitchens this morning, and that was because he’d followed the smell of cooking.
“Sort of” he replied, “Gauis usually has me running errands to Lady Morgana and all over the castle, but im still getting a bit lost” he admitted. Just the other day he’d ended up in Morgana’s room with her thinking that he was Gwen as she dressed behind the screen! He’d had to put on a ridiculously high-pitched voice and hide himself behind one of her cloaks. Thankfully Gwen came in at the right time and he was able to leave in a hurry.
Merlin cleared away the breakfast things as Arthur finished with them and set about making the bed. It would most likely need stripping and a new set of sheets on them. Not that Merlin was an expert in laundry, but he’d already done his fair share for Gauis. It was a wonder there weren’t any bed bugs living in the prince’s sheets! When was the last time they’d been changed?!
Merlin made a mental note to fetch some clean ones and change it later – in between Arthur yelling at him some more and cleaning out the stables.
“So…” he began slowly, “busy day?” It would be for him, for Arthur it would most likely be:
1. Shout at Merlin
2. Go outside and have girls fall over at feet
3. Yell at Merlin some more
4. Swing a sword around at some poor peasant
5. Yell at Merlin for getting in the way and making him stop his fun
6. Throw Merlin in the stocks
7. Take Merlin out of the stocks because the stables haven’t been mucked out
8. Demand food (and small children as a side order)
9. Make Merlin change the bed sheets
10. Eat more food and look at girls
11. Be a prat
12. Yell at Merlin again before dismissal and falling into bed.
What a hard life that sounded! Merlin couldn’t help but smirk at this thought and waited for Arthur to boss him around some more. Merlin’s life at the moment seemed to be just one big chore in itself.
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Post by em on May 12, 2011 16:00:22 GMT -5
Merlin fumbled around for the mop, of course it wouldn’t be in there so where on earth did they keep them? The castle was a maze itself – I could take forever to find where the mops were kept!
SLAM!
Ouch.
Now the dish was over his head and he couldn’t see a foot in front of him. Curtsey of Arthur. Merlin just stood there with his eyes shut while Arthur yelled at him for being a complete idiot. On his next question Merlin lifted up the bowl from his head so as he could finally see again.
“Well, by the state of the room I guess not” he mumbled, “I’ll just go and get that mop”
At least the bowl hadn’t had the water in it, he wouldn’t have had any time to go and change his clothes anyway. Not if Arthur had anything to do with it. He finally found the mop and returned with it, starting to mop up the mess that had been made. He decided against making small talk with Arthur again. The prince was already miffed at him enough as it was and Merlin knew that he’d have a fair share of other insults to throw his way – and more jobs to be loaded with.
Now that floor was all cleaned (Merlin had taken it upon himself to clean the whole of it for good measure) he propped the mop up against the wall by the door, ready for returning to the storage room later.
“Can I get you anything else sire?” he asked.
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Post by em on May 12, 2011 15:31:58 GMT -5
"Really?!"
Err…yeah?
“Well it’s…round? So obviously it…is?” Merlin frowned a little as he trailed off on seeing Arthur’s face. “I’ll, er – just go and get that breakfast”
He was glad to escape the prince, even if it did mean knocking down a few servants along the way. Well – almost. He called out his apologies to them and sprinted down to the kitchens to get Arthur’s breakfast.
Merlin had managed to fill the bowl full of water without anything going wrong whatsoever. He had it balanced on one arm and the plate of the food on the other. He’d only been at least 10 minutes? Ok, maybe 15 but that didn’t matter. It was all done right if you took your time anyway.
“Im back!” he called, kicking the door open with his foot and heading inside, the water sloshing around the bowl, some even tipping onto the floor.
Merlin literally let the plate slide down his arm and onto the table but managed to lose balance of the bowl sending it crashing to the floor and the water flooding out over the floor.
“Oops” he looked to Arthur then almost did a double take, “You’re dressed?!” he said in surprise. What? He’d wanted a bowl of water to wash or whatever – wasn’t he going to dress after that? Obviously not now that he had his clothes on and the continents of the bowl were on the floor.
“I’ll get a mop” he suggested and hunted around, the only thought coming to his mind moments later that the Prince of Camelot wouldn’t keep a mop on standby in his chambers.
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Post by em on May 12, 2011 14:52:10 GMT -5
Merlin was trying to block out Arthur’s sarcastic remarks – which he obviously thought were smart, when taking the clothes out of the cupboard. Somehow it was hard to ignore a royal idiot in the making.
"Now, what could be the first thing we do when we wake up . . . " the prince was adding.
“I don’t know…open your eyes?” Merlin muttered to himself sarcastically.
Finally! Arthur was actually going to get out of bed! At least he could make it now and lay the clothes out properly.
Now the prince was complaining about him forgetting something and standing next to a bowl. Yes? It was a bowl? Merlin had no clue as to what should be in it whatsoever.
He looked to the bowl and then to Arthur, whose face didn’t look impressed right now. Then again – Merlin hadn’t expected to impress him at all on the first day. “It’s a bowl?” Merlin frowned. So what was it meant for? Fruit? Laundry? The bones of the small children that Merlin expected Arthur ate? (Well he had the expression that kind of backed that up)
Finally, after the cogs had been ticking in his mind – as to what it could be used for finally fell into place. “Oh!” he sighed and clamped the palm of his hand to his head. “Water!” he quickly picked up the bowl and literally ran for the door.
“Back in a minute sire!” he called, already halfway out and down the hall, almost crashing into a few other servants along the way.
Well…so far so good!
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Post by em on May 12, 2011 14:30:59 GMT -5
Well. That was the reaction he’d expected. What would Arthur have done anyway? Congratulated him on asking the world’s most civil question? Of course not. Oh boy – was today going to be an unpleasant one!
“Of course” Merlin made a face trying to remember what Arthur had said out of the huge list of jobs that he’d been instructed to do. Not all at once he hoped, then again he was talking about Prince Arthur here. It wouldn’t surprise Merlin if he were asked to do a handstand and dress the prince at the same time!
“Err…what was the first one again?”
Yes, of course. What COULD have made him think of that. Merlin just rolled his eyes and headed over to the cupboard where he assumed that Arthur’s clothes were kept. After a fight with a jacket, a tunic and a pair of trousers he hung the clothes over the top of the dresser screen, so that when the lazy prat would finally decide to shift himself, then he could make the bed and lay them out properly.
“I’ll, erm – go and get your breakfast then” Merlin finally declared once he knew that this all would conclude to him wanting to jump out of the window. If he could stay away from Arthur until he had to bring his breakfast back up, then the better!
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