Merlin Headcanons

The Exceptions

The people of Camelot had grown used to odd sights.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY! THE PRINCESS IS GOING TO KILL ME!"

Gwaine running through the lower town barely qualified anymore. It was, however, amusing, so they moved aside to get a better view.

The Mercian ambassador, newly arrived to the city, froze. "A princess? When did that happen?"

Arthur ran past in armor half dyed pink, growling up a storm and waving his sword.

The baker turned to him, amused. "Good question."

"Arthur, no!"

Merlin ran after Arthur. A flash of gold in his eyes sent Arthur stumbling just enough for the manservant to catch up with him.

"And when did you legalize magic?" the ambassador choked out.

"Oh, we didn't," the baker assured him. "That's just the Merlin Exception."

"The Merlin Exception?"

"There's also a Gwaine Exception to the laws against being a public nuisance, and a general Round Table Exception to the curfew."

"Why?"

The baker blinked. "How's the country supposed to defend itself against Morgana if everyone who can stop her is in jail?"

There was a crash in the distance.

"And that?" the ambassador squeaked.

The baker considered telling him that Aithusa had probably escaped his room again.

Then he decided the ambassador really couldn't deal with baby dragons at the moment and said, "Probably a pheasant."

A louder crash.

"A big one."