Hi everyone!
So this is my first story published here, so please R&R to help me improve my writing.
Summary:
"Merlin, are you alright?" There were just so many answers to that question, that he could choose from, only one right. Drabble Series. No Slash! Depressed!Merlin
Pairing: -
Disclamer: Nope not mine, not the show, nor the characters...
Arthur was seething. He spent last hours looking for his useless manservant after he got back from a council meeting, expecting to find his chambers tidy and Merlin awaiting his return. Instead he found his room a mess and the servant nowhere to be seen. Not in stables, laundries nor in the physician's wing. And of course, nobody's seen him since morning practice.
SO that's how he got here, to the unused part of Camelot castle, running out of places the servant. Not expecting Merlin anywhere near this side of castle, he nearly missed the figure staring out of a window in a shaded alcove.
The king almost started shouting, when he noticed the defeated form of Merlin's shoulders, the slumped back and arms hugging his knees. Instead he quietly approached with a question:
"Merlin, are you alright?" The manservant flinched. And turned his face towards the king.
"I am..." Thousands of words crossed Merlin's mind, each truer that the other.