Merthur - How to court a servant

9. Merlin's suggestion

"Ehm, Merlin?" I asked once I reached my chambers.

"Yeah?" he was changing my bed.

"I need advice..." I sat down, and he looked at me.

"What kind of?"

"Love, I guess..." I hid my face in my hands. This is going to help. This is going to help. This is going to help. God, I'm nervous.

"Oh?"

"Look... I like this..." Shall I say it? "guy..." Yes, I shall. "But he, of course, doesn't like me... how can I... like..."

"Get him to like you?" Merlin helped.

"Yeah?" I looked up at him. He was folding some fabric.

"Well... I guess flowers are never wrong. Unless he's allergic, of course. And... food? Everyone likes food."

"What?" I tried to sound confused. Gwen said merlin might get more detailed about it if I did.

"Like. Imagine-" he sat down beside me "Coming in or out somewhere, and someone has prepared flowers and chocolate or food or anything, really, for you. And they're nervous, but trying to act confident. And you're alone-" he sounded so dreamy.

"You've thought about this a lot, haven't you?" I smiled.

"Well... I daydream a lot, when I do my chores." He admitted.

"I need loads of inspiration. Tell me about them, if you please?" I tried to not make it sound like a command.

"Sure." Merlin smiled.