Merlin's magic (Oneshots) 1

Stupid "infatuation" (it's love. Arthur is in love.)

A.N.:// I got side tracked while working on Regent.

This is a ONE SHOT. It does not belong to REGENT. REGENT will continue later, I am still working on it. In fact, I wrote this silly thing since chapter 9. I will try to remember to put the chapters in the right order when Regent is finished. Consider this a bonus :)

Do you know why I put all the stories in one book? Even though it's clear that these stories have long surpassed OS level? Well, one reason is that I keep working on ONE story at a time. Another one is, because I can't ever seem to anticipate the length of my stories (I tried to before, that's why like... 3 of my stories aren't in this book). A third one is to keep track of my growth as an author. And LAST but not least, it allows YOU to keep all this nonsense in ONE book. If you don't pay for wattpad (like me) and you have the app, you will know that you can't keep more than two books in your library for offline read. That way, you won't have to do that :) This one would be enough. Hurray :D

Okay, enough about my day. How is yours. Let me know if this one brightened it a bit. It really is just Merthur being silly <3

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The whole marriage thing with princess Elena had been a stupid idea.
In a sense, Arthur blamed himself. He had never considered that his father might have preplanned his entire future for him. Even though, on a conscious level, he already knew of this fact. It was pretty much in his job description. Being prince, then crown prince, then king, following traditional rituals to prove his worth, being send on rescue missions, organizing the entire kingdom. None of that was new. In fact, all of it was practically right out of the text book of "how to make a king". Arthur should not have been surprised. On the other hand, Arthur had never stopped to think about a time beyond his father's demise. Let alone marriage or children. And he didn't want to think about it. Even now, after the whole thing had passed, he wished he could just go back to pretending that his father had only Arthur's best interests at heart. And not just the future of his legacy. Not to mention, thinking of his father's death. Arthur shuddered at the mere idea. He didn't want his father to die, though he knew many did. He always imagined his father rather immortal. Never to die, never to fail. Always the glorious king of Camelot that Arthur had always admired. However, sometimes, especially in this case, Arthur realized that his father didn't know everything. He made mistakes. He made many, grand mistakes. And marriage? That was something that Arthur ought to consider much much later in life. Right? It was inevitable, though. Wasn't it? Arthur lay in bed, his eyes wide open and directed at the dark ceiling above him. How he longed to see the stars. He couldn't even make out his own hands in the dark. It was futile to think about it. About seeing the stars. Still. What a romantic thought that was.
Yet, Arthur hadn't thought of pursuing a relationship since his early days as knight. The other knights would sometimes drag him out of training, in the attempt to have "some fun" at a brothel or something. Arthur had never seen much that interested him there. But he had, on occasion, indulged in what he believed to be proper courting. Until, of course, the king heard of it and forbid him from ruining his reputation at such a "dirty place". Arthur had been ashamed, then. For not knowing better.
However, when he remembered the women at the brothel, he remembered them as very kind people who never gave up hope of a better life. He remembered them fondly, as they "taught him how to be a man", yet never forced him into any situation he found less than comfortable.
He remembered one night, when he had just returned from a mission that cost half his men's life, when one of the sex workers had sat him down, sensing his distress, and offered him a game of chess as a distraction. He hadn't been in the mood for anything else and she sensed it. He still paid her, so perhaps she had simply been smart about the situation.
The place was many things. But the only people Arthur had ever been wary off in there, had been the customers.