The Symposium? Yes, the Symposium.

So I was casually sat in my Classics GCSE about Athens - yaay Classical Athenians - and this just popped into my head when I was writing about drinking parties and slaves and prostitutes.
Can I just say... Athenians know how to party!

p.s. This is my first uploaded fic! yay XD please be nice..?

Enjoy ~ Nannon-Shell :3

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! But you don't need me to tell you that. (Sorry it's so short... Unlike something belonging to Arthur ;P)


Prologue.

Arthur sighed and made his way into the main living area to sit and have dinner with his father. Unsurprisingly, one of the slaves - Merlin - was just leaving the room with a plate in hand. "Oh! Mister Arthur. Your Father wished for me to tell you that he requires your presence at the Symposium tonight." Merlin gave him his cocky bow of the head before turning and walking through to the kitchen.

It took Arthur a moment to fully register what the boy had said, before he ran to the kitchen after him. "Merlin, what do you mean?" Merlin rolled his eyes with a sigh as he faced the boy he had known his whole life. "I mean what I said. You're wanted at the Symposium tonight." Arthur blinked as he stood stock still before Merlin. "The Symposium?"
"Yes, the Symposium. Now could one royal pain please move out of the way so I can wash up?" Arthur grumbled but walked out of the kitchen anyway to get changed for that night, "Just because my dad is well known and liked doesn't mean we're royalty."