Merthur - How to court a servant

Prologue

I am king now.

Of course, I've been for a while, but I rule the kingdom now! I decide the rules, I decide the punishments, I decide who I'm with.

Five years ago, if you told me I would act like a complete fool because I'm in love with someone, I would punch you. Hard.

I've always been good with compressing feelings I know can never become something more, but not this time.

It started after the curse I got into, being in love with Vivian.

To get me out of it, my true love had to kiss me. I remember that everyone kissed me just in case. All knights, Gwen, Merlin, even some maids. Half an hour after the kissing, I blacked out and woke up to a broken curse. I don't know who broke it, but I'd like to find out.

My feelings for this servant, just a servant, really, grew after that. I realised how much I actually loved him when I was under controlled love for Vivian. Now that I'm king, I can actually be with him.

Yes, him.

Under my father's rule, we would both be executed. Under my rule, I will not call it a sin.

Falling for a servant was enough for my father to freak out. Falling for a servant boy would make him call up a war against all magic again.

Falling for my manservant, was hard. I saw him every day, he was close every day, dressed me, brought me my food, he was everywhere.

Falling for Merlin, that was my biggest mistake so far.

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Okay, so. Mordred is not bad, Merlin's father died a year before, Gwen and Lancelot is together, and so on.

Just bear with me. I know many things I write is out of contest and at the wrong time, but so be it.