Chapter one of the Merlin/Arthur playlist prompts.
Rufus Wainwright's- The Consort
Prince Arthur was nothing like his father, as a man, and the people of Camelot had every reason to believe he would be a different sort of king as well.
When he was crowned, Merlin stood among the nobles. The servant Merlin, who'd wrecked such havoc in the amount of time he'd been in the city.
When Geoffrey of Monmouth stepped back, the clearly memorized words dying on his lips, Arthur's eyes caught Merlin's from across the short distance and in the thread was private conversations and promises from years ago spread out for the court to see. Together we'll wreak havoc, you and me.
The changes begin almost at once. Even though Merlin's throne is slightly smaller than the new king's, the fact that it stands at all says more than anyone could have said. Entrust in me, you're not alone.
The king and the servant smirk at each other when they pass each other. No more to hide with I your faithful consort. By your side.
No one is meant to know, which, in a castle like Camelot, means everyone does. Prepare your things. Dissolve your mind
Everyone has seen the way Merlin encourages Arthur, though he still has enough boyish pride to insist it is council. Prepare to reign
It's equally difficult to miss the genuine fondness between them, or the longstanding camaraderie. 'Cause I'm your consort beautiful queen of seventeen.
A blood red moon has spared our bed
But not your rivals
Let streamers fly
And cannons roar
On your arrival beautiful queen
Tomorrow night
Prepare to walk
On anyone her highness ever wants