"Merlin!"
Arthur's voice rang out through his royal chambers and down the hall outside, causing the guards on duty to cringe. A loud clanging followed the yell, signaling an empty pitcher being thrown at the unfortunate manservant's head.
Inside the room, Merlin was frantically picking up the food he had dropped off of the tray and onto the cobble floor, all the while dodging flying objects.
Merlin muttered something under his breath, standing up with the nasty floor food.
"What was that Merlin?"
Arthur asked sarcastically.
Merlin turned back towards the prince with a smirk.
"I said that you're a prat."
Arthur pit his hand to his chest, feigning shock, "Again, Merlin, you can not talk to me like that. I am your prince!"
Merlin just rolled his eyes, still smiling, and left to get Arthur some more food.
Arthur sighed as he left and sat on his bed, deep in thoughts filled with his overworked manservant.
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Meanwhile, Merlin was walking back the way he had come that morning, careful not to spill the already disgusting food. He was heading towards the kitchen, eyes going from the tray to the path ahead, careful not to trip. Turning a corner, he crashed into a looming figure above him. He landed on his butt, dropping the tray and its contents all over himself.
"Merlin! Sorry 'bout that."
Percival, who was the one he bumped into, knelt down next to him, and began to pick up the discarded chicken and stack it back on the tray.
"Oh, Percival!" Merlin said cheerfully, rubbing his head, "good morning!"
"Good morning to you too Merlin" the knight replied, putting the rest of the chicken on the tray and standing up with it, offering Merlin a hand once he was steadied. Merlin gratefully accepted, pulling himself up and taking the tray.
"I best be off though before Arthur gets any angrier." Merlin jokingly complained, "goodbye Percival." He waved as he walked by, getting a similar gesture in return.
Walking through the castle again, still focusing on the tray, Merlin found himself deep in thought about a certain prince.
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Broken Magic (A Merthur Angst Fic)
FanfictionSet before Uther's death. Pretty gay... May get graphic if I make it far enough. Not sure where this will end up going. Suggestions are welcome. I have very bad writing skills so bear with me. I will put warnings before the scene if nedded. Dont lik...
