It had started as an ordinary day in Camelot. The sun rose, and with it Merlin rolled out of his less than comfortable bed. Not that he wanted to, of course. He had to go serve that clot pole Arthur his breakfast because apparently the once and future king was too good to get up before noon and get his own bloody food. Little did Merlin know, trouble was brewing in the north.
Morgana was planning to cast a curse on Arthur. If she was going to be queen, she needed to get rid of the currently reining Pendragon. Since she could never manage to kill him, she decided to do something different. She would send him into the future. To 1000 years in the future, to be exact. That would be plenty of time, she decided.
Merlin, being to complete opposite of a morning person, grumbled on his way to Arthur's room. Unluckily his boyfri-I MEAN KING, asleep. As usual. Merlin muttered something under his breath about Arthur being a prat and such, when suddenly a rumble shook the room.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed as he clung to table for stability. Finally the rumbles stopped, and Merlin opened his eyes. What he saw astounded him. He, Arthur, and all of the furniture in Arthurs's room were in the middle of a garden! While Merlin was panicking, he heard a smooth voice.
"Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor."
