Description: I don't own Merlin or anything.
AN: I settled on a lighthearted start and this is my first Merlin fic, so please be nice.:)
Chapter 1: The banter
"No. Gwen, wait!" Arthur's eyes widened and he started towards his queen. Guinevere sighed but turned around to face his husband, patiently.
"That's not what I meant to say." he explained hurriedly. "You know how I often muddle up the words. Like that time, instead of saying that I was looking for my boots under the divan...I-I said I was looking for the divan under the boots!"
Gwen huffed at his response and muttered something like 'impossible' under her breath. She started making her way out of the Court room and the young king started to panic again.
"No...Guinevere, please..."
"Good night, Arthur." he was cut off short and the door closed softly behind the queen of Camelot.
Arthur stood there dumbly for a few seconds, until the hardly stifled chuckles of his knights made him turn around and frown at them.
"So..." Merlin cleared his throat, walking towards his friend, a smirk playing on his lips.
"...seems like tonight, the divan sleeps on you." he stated and patted Arthur's shoulder in mock sympathy.
The knights that were still sitting around the Round table burst out into a fit of laughter.
Arthur turned his head and shot his court sorcerer a death glare.
"It seems like, Merlin..." he started and Merlin gulped when noticed the mischievous glint in the other's eye, "...the stocks have missed you."
AN: So? Shall I continue?
