Merthur :) Basically about Arthur and his feelings for Merlin, don't know how long this will be, probably just a few chapters. R & R please! (Oh and thank you to the reviewers of my other story ^-^ much love!)

Disclaimer: Blah blah, Merlin is not mine D:
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Prince Arthur sat next to his window, peering out with a scowl on his face at the sight of his manservant down below. Merlin was late yet again. Not that the prince would ever actually show it, but he didn't actually mind when his manservant was late, in fact he was happy enough just to see his friend at all everyday. There was something about Merlin that just made his day that much better, not that he would ever tell that to Merlin of course. The reason the scowl was so stubbornly planted on the princes face was what his manservant was doing to cause him to be late. Down below Merlin was chatting happily away with Gwen, helping her hold the load of laundry Morgana had given her to do, oblivious that up above a very unhappy prince was glaring down at him.

Arthur now had numerous thoughts popping up in his head. What was Merlin doing with Gwen when he should be here? She's not even interested. Oh.. actually they do look pretty close. What am I talking about, Merlin's too oblivious to ever flirt with someone, even if that someone is obviously flinging herself at him. God she's such a flirt. Arthur narrowed his eyes further, why did he even care? Suddenly, as if sensing the Princes intensified glare, Merlin glanced up at Arthur's window. Arthur, having quick reflexes, ducked down just in time. Slowly, Arthur crept back up to the window, only ever so slightly so that only his nose and eyes were visible to the public down below. Hands gripping the windowsill from the inside, Arthur darted his eyes around to try spot his manservant again, hopefully this time not with Gwen.

"So who are we spying on this time?"

"AH!" screamed Arthur, surprised by Morgana's sudden appearance.

"I was not spying on anyone, i was merely looking out at my people, admiring the landscape, the beauty of it and all that"

"Admiring your people and the landscape whilst looking shifty and obviously trying to remain hidden?"

"That's how Princes do things."

Ignoring Arthurs last comment, Morgana moved towards the window, gazing out at the courtyard to see what he was so interested in. Scanning the view, Morgana couldn't see anyone the Prince would be spying on, then she saw it. Turning her head slowly towards Arthur, with a trademark smirk on her face, she pointed an accusatory finger at the prince.

"Arthur, are you spying on Merlin?"

"N-"

"Because you know that's really creepy of you"

"Wh-"

"But i guess it's sweet in an Arthur kind of way"

"I don-"

"By the way, there's nothing going on with Merlin and Gwen so you can wipe that constipated look off your face"

And with that Morgana turned around and swiftly exited, effectively ending the one sided conversation.
Arthur frowned, damn Morgana didn't even let him get in a word. I mean, of course none of it was true. Well, he was spying on Merlin, and it was a little creepy now that he thought of it, but definitely not sweet. As for the last sentence, thinking about it did remove the scowl off his face, odd isn't it, thought Arthur, since he definitely did not care whether or not Merlin and Gwen were together.

"Sire"

"AH!"

Dammit, thought Arthur, this was the second time somebody had surprised him today. Looking up he saw it was his Manservant with an apologetic grin on his face.

"Merlin, you idiot, you're late again!"

"Sorry Arthur, i was helping gwen carry Morgana's laundry"

"Well Merlin, since you're so keen to do laundry, maybe you should hurry up and get mine cleaned"

"Great, i'll go do it now, Gwens downstairs doing Morgana's so i can go join her"

Arthur frowned.

"On second thought you can do my laundry later, tidy up my room first"

It was Merlin's turn to frown, he had been looking forward to talking to Gwen. Merlin walked to Arthurs bed, picking up the covers off the ground and trying his best to make up the bed. Halfway through doing that, Merlin had a sudden realization and looked up at the prince with a confused look on his face"

"Arthur, i wasn't here this morning to dress you"

"Yes Merlin, because you were being an idiot and was late again. I took the liberty of dressing myself since you, my manservant, was to lazy to get up here and do your job"

"That's what i thought. You know you're wearing everything all wrong."

Arthur looked down at what he was wearing. He thought he had done a pretty good job. Granted, he didn't know how half the things in his wardrobe were meant to go on but after a good fifteen minutes of fiddling around he had managed what he thought was decent. It wasn't his fault if anything was wrong, afterall, he hadn't had to dress himself for pretty much his whole life.

"What's wrong with what i'm wearing?"

Merlin frowned and walked over to the prince.

"Well, for starters, your shirt and your shoes are for when you go hunting, your trousers are casual so you got that right, but the jacket you're wearing is strictly for formal occasions. Also you did up the buckles on it wrong and from what i can see, your shoelaces are just tied up randomly in one big knot."

Arthur scowled as Merlin made his way to his wardrobe, picking out clothes more suited to the day ahead of them. His scowl quickly disappeared and was replaced with a slightly shocked look as Merlin started to take off his clothes. Normally in the morning, Merlin would just lay out what the prince would wear that day, leaving it to him to put it on himself, only having Merlin do up the extra things like shoelaces, and if there were any, buttons and buckles on elaborate pieces of clothing. Arthur looked down at Merlin, who was fiddling with the badly done up buckles on the jacket Arthur was wearing, but not without a certain grace and lightness of his hand. Arthur took this moment to study his manservant's face.

Merlin had adopted a slight frown, his brow furrowed in attempt to fix the mess of Arthurs jacket. Arthur was slightly shocked at the feeling he got just by looking at Merlins face and even more shocked when his heart quickened as Merlin's frown changed to a triumphant grin, having beaten the impossibly messed up jacket. Sure, Arthur had always thought his manservant had a certain charm to his look, a weird sort of beauty, but he never thought he'd be attracted to Merlin. But hell, he couldn't deny that when he heard Morgana, gwen and the random servant girls in the castle gushing at Merlins cuteness that he secretly agreed. But in a manly way of course.

Having fixed the shoes and tied the laces correctly as well while Arthur had been thinking about his manservant, Merlin moved up to remove the princes shirt. Arthur shivered at the touch of Merlins hand on his bare skin and then once again when Merlin put the new shirt on Arthur. Arthur wondered what it would have felt like if Merlin had removed his trousers, just his luck that he get the trousers right. Wait, what was he thinking? This was Merlin after all. Unable to stand the feelings Merlin was giving him, the prince snapped his head towards Merlin.

"Merlin, go downstairs and muck the stables."

He needed some time to think, and apparently thinking clearly was now hard to do with Merlin standing so close to him.

What was this he was feelings for Merlin? Was it love? Possibly. Hopefully it was just friendship, that would make everything less complicated. No, it was more than that. Oh my god he really was in love with Merlin. That stupid git with those big ears, those high cheekbones and those deep eyes coloured that wonderful blue... oh no, he was starting to sound like those stupid girls. What would the king think? What would everyone else think, hell, what would Merlin think?! Arthur sighed. Then with a new determination he muttered out "Screw Uther, i'm going for it anyway." He was sure now that Merlin was what he wanted, and as odd and far out as that seemed, he was usually right about the things he wanted. But then again, did he really want to complicate things? What were the chances Merlin even felt the same about Arthur. The princes sighed again. He now had his feelings in check and had decided his course of action. He would have to try his best to stop thinking about Merlin in that way, and if not, just last as long as possible before going crazy.