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--------- Episode 02 ---------
For the next week, Merlin had been put to do most chores, while Quinn insistenced to do more than make Arthur's bed, do his laundry, get him food, and help him hunt. The Prince just seemed keen on making Merlin do the hard work as Arthur got to flirt and try to woo his sister.
Arthur was training in his standard armour sans helmet. Merlin wearing armour with a helmet and shield, while Quinn watched from the side, biting her nails not sure if she wanted to punch Arthur for messing with her brother or pounce on him for looking good when training.
"Ready?" Arthur smirked towards Merlin who had a shield in front of him. "Would it make any difference if I said no?" Merlin tried with a weak smile as Arthur laughed, shooting Quinn as smile. "Not really." Merlin draws his sword, he was given just as Arthur attacks. "Body. Shield. Body. Shield." Arthur instructed as he hit each time, "Shield." Merlin grunted with the clangs as Quinn flinched, "Head." Arthur suddenly shouted as he aimed for Merlin's head. "Head? Ow."
Quinn turned away at the hit, before looking back slowly. "Come on, Merlin. You're not even trying." Arthur tags Merlin in the back. "I know. Ah." Merlin winced as Quinn sighed, "Once more." Arthur told him when he saw Quinn's face of sadness, "Oh, no." Merlin grumbled, "To the left. To the right. And left. Head." Arthur instructed as he continued. "Ow!" Merlin yelped as he got hit, "Come on, Merlin! I've got a tournament to win." Arthur demanded as he started back up. "Can we stop now, please? Ow! Shield. Body."
"Shield." Arthur sighed, with a shake of his head. "Shield. Ah." Arthur hits him in the head. "Ow." Merlin topples over backwards and his helmet rolls off, as Quinn jumped and winced at her brother. "You're braver than you look. Most servants collapse after the first blow." Arthur praises with a smirk and laugh. "Is it over?" Merlin grunted with a frown, "That was just the warm up. How's your mace work coming along?" Arthur smiled, only to frown when Quinn grabbed a mace from the rack and took Merlin's place in front of him.
"Well come on!" She smirk, before swinging at the unexpected Prince who fell down, quickly getting up a grabbing a mace himself.
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Merlin walks in, losing his armour as he goes. While Quinn walks in with a proud smirk and dreamy sigh. Merlin taps his head, "Do you hear clanging?" Merlin sits at the table wearing his tunic. Gaius massages Merlin's shoulders, while Quinn gets changed into cleaner clothes. "Ah! It was horrible. Ahh, and I've still got to learn all about tournament etiquette by the morning. onhríne achtung bregdan. While miss 'I Love The Prince' actually beat him in a mace duel only to have him kiss her on the cheek after!" Merlin exclaimed angrily.
A book slides to Merlin on the table and opens up, as Quinn walks over to the table with a laugh. "Oi!" Gaius slaps the back of Merlin's head. "What've I told you about using magic like this?" Quinn squeaks when Giaus almost pushed her off the table, she quickly sticks her tongue out at him. "If I could actually feel my arms, I'd pick up the book myself." Merlin winced as Gaius sighs, "Never mind your arms. What do I do if you get caught?" Gaius asked sarcastically as Quinn jumps off the table this time and walks over to the pot of cooked stew before making herself a bowl.
