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How, in all of Camelot, had he gotten himself into this situation? How was he supposed to dress himself? How was he supposed to get breakfast for himself? This was a servant's job. Not his.

Merlin had bet him that he couldn't last one normal day without servants. That meant he couldn't just lay in bed the entire day. He actually had to eat, too. Oh, no. He was going for a ride today. How are you supposed to get a horse ready? Why did he actually have to take up this offer? Why? Why this time?

Arthur walked over to the fire. It was almost all the way dead and he had no idea how Merlin made it so big all the time. He poked it with a metal stick, and the flame leapt out at him. He jerked back, tripping over his own feet. He hit his head on a table and fell unconscious.

He awoke to someone hitting him on the face and water being poured on his forehead. The prince groaned and turned away from the source. He blinked, remembering what had happened earlier.

"Jeeze, I thought you would come begging for help before you knocked yourself out and burnt the front of your shirt." Merlin's voice broke the silence in his chamber. Arthur looked down. Sure enough, there was a section of his shirt missing, the edges burnt.

"What are you doing here, Merlin?" He asked, standing up. "You didn't think I could manage a day by myself? You don't have that much confidence in me?"

"Well... It's not that, really. It's more like I wanted to make sure you weren't dead yet." Merlin chuckled. "Good thing I came, I guess."

"Yeah, well. You can be going now, Merlin. I'm just going to get dressed now." The prince announced as he walked toward his dresser of clothes.

"Never thought I'd ever hear that, sire." Merlin laughed as he walked away.

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Merlin was truly surprised when Arthur had actually taken up the bet. Of course, the prat wouldn't win; he needed so much support on a daily basis, he would probably die or something. On the other hand, he was stubborn as a mule when he wanted something, so he questioned his logic a little, but figured that the prince-

Merlin had been so consumed by his thoughts that he hasn't noticed the book in the middle of the walk.

He, being Merlin, tripped, fell, and somehow managed to knock someone over. The only reaction he got was the cursing from the farmer he had pushed over. No one else even batted an eye.

Merlin looked back at the offending piece of literature. It was the strangest and most out of place looking thing he had ever seen. It was somehow bound; it looked very, very fancy. It had a hard cover, and the pages were white, not parchment yellow. It was beautiful, but at the same time, it looked...futuristic, maybe? But time travel was impossible without magic. Even with it, it's very difficult to achieve.

Merlin then noticed that there was not title. Not on the cover, not on the side, nowhere. In fact, nothing was written anywhere on it. Just on the pages on the inside. It wasn't even written, though. It was like, he had no idea what it was like because he had never seen anything like it before. It was the neatest lettering he had ever seen.

Merlin looked around for anyone who looked like they were looking for anything. Seeing none, he took the book and took off to his small room in the back of Gaius's chambers.

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