Not mine. Plot bunny attacked at the crack of dawn. Might continue if attack persists.
"What are you doing?"
"Err… umm… cleaning?" he squeaked. Oh this was bad. Very bad. Terribly, horribly, extremely bad.
"Cleaning?" his tone was laced with disbelief. He casually leaned against the doorway, blocking the only exit. His demeanour- calm and relaxed; as if this was a mundane conversation like no other.
He was frozen. He was dead. Well not yet- but soon. Public and long; or private and quick? Looking at him; he'd bet the later. He should open his mouth; use his words: explain. But his stare was unnerving; his stance deceptively casual. If he wanted him dead, he would have been dead by now, right? Or was he waiting for him to dig his own grave? To try and escape? If he killed him what would he tell their friends? Will they feel that he was justified? Wait, he was still talking… what did he say? Did he deliver his eulogy?
*Splat*
Ow! His face met his riding glove. Eeww! They were smelly. What had he been putting his hands into? He would have to have them cleaned, maybe lace them with lavender again- just to annoy…
"Are you even listening to what I am saying?" he demanded.
"No?"
"Well obviously. Lord knows you never listen. A decade of friendship yet I can't get you to be on time nor listen to me!"
"You would get bored otherwise," he clapped his hands to his mouth. He had not meant that! Well, he had, for that was his usual response. Banter and comebacks. But this was definitely not the time- when he was desperately trying to keep his head. But did he say friendship? Does that mean no death? Only banishment maybe? Or did it mean that the deception was too high to ensure a painless death?
"Aaaand I have lost you again, MERLIN!"
"Sire?"
"Tell me have you always been lazy?"
"I'm not," he mumbled in a daze.
"Then tell me dear friend, in all the years you have been cleaning my chambers with magic; why have you never magicked those cobwebs away? I swear Merlin the only other place with worse cobwebs is the vaults," he smirked.
He gaped! That. Utter. Idiotic. Dallopheaded. Clotpole. Of. A. King! He was enjoying this! Gleefully having his fun while he was having a heart attack! That ASS! He was going to turn him into a proper donkey! With a swishy tail! But first- "So, I have magic?"
"Really Merlin? I didn't notice the bedclothes setting themselves up, nor the papers arranging themselves," he snorted.
"You seem to be taking it quite well," he said.
"Yet you haven't managed to get rid of the cobwebs I see," he sighed.
"Why are you so obsessed with the cobwebs?"
"What's the use of you having magic if you can't even clean my chambers properly?"
"My magic is not for cleaning your chambers," he groused.
"Yet your actions suggest otherwise. When you are done with my chambers I need you to go over this speech for me and polish it," he said as he shoved a scroll in his hands and picked up his gloves before proceeding out the door.
"Wait!"
He looked back.
"Give me your gloves, they stink."
He handed them over- saying, "If you douse them in lavender again I will have you mucking the stables for a whole month."
With that he left his friend who also happened to be a not so secret sorcerer, dazed and perplexed; mumbling, "I must be dreaming, or he must be possessed. At least I'm not dead. That's good. But he's an idiot. A Royal Pain! Just for that I'll lace his gloves with jasmine instead- much stronger fragrance!"