Knighthood
Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Merlin. Any publicly recognised characters are entirely not of my creation. I do however,
own this story, so hands OFF!
Summary: He may not have been knighted, but Merlin had the higher honour – the honour of sitting at the right hand of a King.
A/N: This us just a reflection on the events of 3x13, brought about by the conversation Merlin had with Lancelot and the Round Table.
Dedicated to Merlin Junkie, for giving us all Snazzlefrazz, and sharing Merlin season 3 with the rest of the world. Check it out on youtube.
Merlin watched as the new knights, the Knights of the Round Table, rode into Camelot, with Guinevere at their head. Their long red cloaks billowed in the wind and each sat proudly upon their steeds, radiating pride in their selves and in Camelot.
Equals.
Lancelot was wrong, though. Merlin wasn't a knight, and never should be. It's not the sort of person he was. A knight had courage, and integrity. Valour. Status.
Merlin didn't want status, or recognition. He had his magic, and that was all he ever needed. That, and to be by Arthur's side. He didn't want a knighthood. It wouldn't benefit him in any way. He worked behind the scenes, helping others. No, helping Arthur.
So he was happy where he sat on the table. It said so much more about him than a knighthood ever could. It told Merlin all he needed to know
about his place in Arthur's eyes.
Arthur, the King, sat beside Guinevere, the Queen. Around the table sat Arthur's most trusted knights, and his physician. And Merlin.
He was Arthur's manservant…
And his right hand man.
Yeah, so I've been suffering intense writers block (which I blame on NaNoWriMo - I never write with deadlines, and now I can't write anything). I figured, hey, I may as well write a drabble, just to get back into it.
So, this is what you get.
