Authors note: hey everyone this is my first fanfic so constructive criticism is defiantly welcome hope you enjoy :) R&R
Everything's the same
3 months since Morgana had tried to take the castle, 3 months since Arthur hand been forced to become prince regent due to his father's almost catatonic state, 3 months and finally the repairs to Camelot were finished 3 months since so much had changed.
"MERLIN!" and yet everything was the same, Merlin mused as he rushed to get Arthurs breakfast to him on time.
"Sorry Arthur, Gaius needed me to run out and get him some fresh herbs he's been running low." Merlin whittled off an excuse like he did every morning though he really wasn't that late.
"Oh I'm getting used to it, but now I have my breakfast you can polish my armour, clean my stables, walk my dogs and prepare the horses were going hunting later." Arthur listed smiling as Merlin groaned.
Merlin hated hunting and Arthur knew it and the gnawing felling Merlin got whenever something was about to go wrong or something shifted in the old religion, which he thought was becoming a ridiculously regular feeling, was doing nothing to help his anguish.
Just as Merlin was starting to saddle his and Arthur's horses Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Lancelot and Elyan approached the stables.
"Afternoon Merlin" Gwaine called cheerily already drunk 'the princess still not learnt how to saddle his own horse yet?'
"Gwaine" Leon chastised even though his and the other knights' amusement at the princes nick name was apparent.
Merlin just laughed "Of course not he's still got to master dressing himself first" this drew a loud laugh from the drunken knight and more subtle chuckles of agreement from the others. Very few dared talk about the prince so openly especially not when said prince was walking towards them.
"Oh really Merlin, at least I don't trip over my own feet and hide behind trees every time there's a loud noise." Arthur stated as he walked past the now very sombre knights and calmly mounted his horse.
However Merlin was never one to let Arthur have the last word calling Arthur a "Prat" just loud enough for everyone to hear. This of course led to their usual banter as they rode out of city.
Unfortunately the gnawing felling in Merlin's stomach wouldn't leave him alone and as the group set off he was praying to the old religion that his friends would be safe but he couldn't help but think that whatever was going to happen would change Albion and Camelot forever weather for good or evil he wasn't sure.
Unbeknown to the young warlock the Great dragon Kilgharrah was flying towards him impatiently waiting until he could call him away and talk privately with him.