Guiding light

Merlin wished for nothing more than his bed as he finally left the banquet hall. He had spent the entirety of the day as Arthur's punching bag or running around delivering remedies from Gaius. Then, of course, there was the banquet itself and Merlin would have been fine if he hadn't been asked to stay behind and help clean up. Now, he was simply exhausted.
He made his way across the courtyard and yawned when he suddenly saw one of the statues on the balcony lean over. The stone cracked and broke, toppling over the edge.
He looked down, spotting the son of a nobleman sitting on the steps. The boy was maybe 11 years old. He didn't see the statue. He sat there throwing pebbles at a larger rock, unaware of the block of stone above him.