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Arthur Pendragon

Arthur Pendragon, King Uther Pendragon's first born, was born the 11th of October, 1999. The younger Pendragon is the first in line for the throne, and is to be made Crown Prince in the following year.

Aliases:
-Arthur
-Prince Arthur
-Pendragon Heir
-Crown Prince
-Clot Pole
-Donkey
-Cabbage Head
-Prat
-Ass
-Royal Ass
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"Merlin!" The young prince yelled. "Where the hell did you go?"

The aforementioned boy was hiding in the kitchen, stealing rolls when the chef turned her back. Other maids and servants shared looks when Merlin tried to hide behind a chef when Arthur came through. They could all laugh when the blond drug the brunet through the kitchen by his sleeve, because they knew nothing would happen to Merlin. Any other servant would've been reprimanded, possibly lost his job, but Merlin can do whatever he pleases without possibility of discipline.

"What do you want, prat? I'm eating!" Merlin complained as he was dragged out.

"We need to get ready for a meeting with my Father and the council. I need to look nice and you need to be there because I don't want to die of boredom by myself."

Merlin groaned. "Is there any real need for me to be there? I don't think you need your servant at this meeting, right? And if I'm not there you don't even need to pay me!"

"Nice try," Arthur laughed. "If Im to be stuck in this meeting, then so are you!"

"But I have so many chores," Merlin tried to reason. The look on Arthur's face told him that it wasn't working, and he dropped it. "What is this meeting even about? I got no information prior! I'm supposed to be the one to schedule everything for you and you lot can't even keep me in the loop!"

"Oh, shut up," Arthur said, only half paying attention. He stared at his phone and swiped absentmindedly. "My father said the council and staff wanted to discuss social media presence and how we interact with citizens."

"That's so dull, Arthur! Please don't make me go. I'll wash all your clothes for a month if I don't have to go!"

"You already have to do that, Merlin! What do you think your job is?"

"To annoy you?"

Arthur stared. "Just come here and help me dress. And I think I want you wearing the official uniform today."

"Do you hate me? Is that it? You hate me, right?"

"Oh, shut up," Arthur laughed. "It's not that bad! It's a simple suit. It won't kill you to wear it one time. All the other servants and butlers and maids wear their uniforms every other day."

"Because not every other servant or butler or maid is as cool as me," Merlin reasoned, grabbing clothes from Arthur's closet. "It's just so uncomfortable. Why can't I wear what I'm wearing now?"

"Because it's unprofessional. It's fine when it's just you and me or you're just going about your day, but my father has been getting on me about professionalism. And if I have to be more professional, so do you!"

"Blue or black?" Merlin asked, glaring at Arthur while holding two button ups.

Arthur gestured towards the dark blue one and Merlin pressed it, grabbing a pair of slacks and shoes to match. "Come here." He demanded, dressing Arthur. "I want a raise," He grumbled. "When I got this job I was not told I was gonna have to deal with a dollop head who can't dress himself!"

"I can to dress myself!" Arthur said, angry.

"Yes, you can, but do you ever?"

Arthur made a sour face. "Come here." Merlin walked closer to him. "I hope you know I hate you."

Merlin laughed, finished buttoning his shirt, and leant in for a quick kiss. "I hate you too. Now let's go, we'll be late to the meeting and that's unprofessional." He grinned, pushing Arthur towards the door.

As they walked down the halls, Arthur noticed Merlin never changed into his official uniform.

Sneaky bastard.

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While the meeting went on Merlin stood off to the side, standing by the wall. He heard everyone's voices, but did not listen to what they were saying.

Tidbits of their conversation forced its way into his brain — Something about Instagram and Twitter, how to use it in accordance to the Royal's Rules. How to interact with citizens on the town, and when not too. Etcetera etcetera. All boring stuff Merlin couldn't be bothered with.

Instead he focuses on how his legs hurt and he wanted to sit. He had to go to the bathroom. The clock on the wall was a bit slow. Even being the only person not in uniform he still felt comfortable. God when would this end. Man, he was hungry.

"You're free to go," He heard Uther say, and he sprung up to move to the door before he heard him continue. "Arthur, stay a moment."

Merlin knew this meant he had to stay too unless he wanted to get an earful from Arthur later.

"Is something wrong, Father?" Arthur asked, and Merlin nearly snorted. Arthur speaking regally never failed to make him laugh.

"I'm concerned about those around you taking you seriously. I don't think the citizens and those in the castle treat you with the same respect that they do I."

Arthur furrowed his brow, "Well, why do you say that?" He asked.

"Your social media. People comment odd things. Your tagged photographs and mentions are never 'reposts' or anything about your regality. They're photos people take of you and your servant on the street. It's all the people talk about, in regards to you. There are rumors."

Arthur scoffed, "Well, I hardly see a problem with that. I'm a prince, I'm in the spotlight. I would be more worried if there wasn't gossip surrounding me."

"Yes, but the people do not respect you either. Your Wikipedia page, for example. It has a multitude of insults down as your aliases."

"Such as?"

Uther pulled out a list, "Clotpole. Dollop-head. Ass. Royal ass. Donkey. Prat. Cabbage-head. It's just a series of insults!"

Merlin's eyes got wide and he had to stifle laughter. Arthur turned to him, his face a mix of anger and 'Get me out of here!'

Merlin stepped forwards, bowing when he reached the table where the king sat. "Sire, please forgive me but I'm afraid the prince has another meeting to attend to. On the topic of professionalism I can't let him be late. If you'll please excuse us."

Uther have him a look, but dismissed them.

Walking through the halls, the two struggled to remain professional until they reached Arthur's room. Merlin stifled laughter while Arthur hid embarrassment.

"Merlin!" He said when they reached his chambers.

"Hey!" He shouted. "In my defense, I didn't know your father knew what wikipedia was."

Arthur stared for too long, refusing to break eye contact, before they both started laughing. "You're so lucky he didn't try and track the IP address!"

"Oh please, even if he thought to do that I know you can't bare to see me in the dungeon for more than an hour." Merlin joked.

"Yeah yeah," Arthur said. "Now come here, I'm sure you're as hungry as I am. Let's go to the kitchen."

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it's late. i wanted to publish this as i've been going back and forth on it for ages now. ended it kind of abruptly but oh well. hope you enjoyed, ta x