A/N: So I've recently become obsessed with Merthur. I think it's probably the best pairing ever created. So I decided to try my hand at it, and this is what I came up with. I'm sorry if this is terrible. I've never written slash before.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin. *sigh*
"Now, Merlin, after you muck out my horse's stall, I want you to clean my room and draw a bath for me," Arthur ordered his manservant as he prepared for his daily training session with his knights.
"Yes, sire," Merlin answered automatically, helping Arthur on with his armor. Once he had handed Arthur's sword to him, Arthur stood there, lost in thought.
"What there something else you wanted, sire?" Merlin asked, begging the answer to be "no."
"Oh, uh, no. That's all. And if you're not finished by the time I get back, you'll spend tomorrow in the stocks." Arthur smirked, and walked out of the room.
Merlin sighed. The last thing he wanted was to have rotten vegetables pelted at him. Again. So Merlin set out to the stables, and once again his thoughts turned to Arthur. He knew it was wrong for him to think of the prince of Camelot like this, but he couldn't help it. Ever since his first encounter with the prat (or at least it was when the words "Can you walk on your knees?" left the Prince's mouth) that Merlin became undeniably attracted to him. Arthur was, first and foremost, very handsome, with his muscular build, charming smile, golden hair, and sparkling blue eyes. He was the envy of every man and every woman in the kingdom longed to be his. As did Merlin. No matter how many times he was insulted by the Prince he still wanted those insulting lips to be on his. He wanted to drown in the depths of Arthur's blue eyes, he wanted his name to fall from Arthur's mouth, for his hands to be tangled in Arthur's hair…
But it would never be more than a beautiful fantasy. Arthur was Prince of Camelot, and was expected to marry a woman of his status, not his lowly manservant, not to mention that Arthur was still unaware of his servant's magical abilities, thus saving Merlin from an untimely death. And with the stolen looks he saw between Arthur and Gwen, Merlin knew there was no way that he would return the young warlock's feelings.
Merlin quickly finished his chores, not because of his desire to avoid the stocks, but to avoid angering his Prince.
"Well, Merlin, for once you've actually done as I've asked," Arthur said as he walked back into his chambers.
"I tend to do that a lot," Merlin replied defensively, and with a raised eyebrow from Arthur, added, "Sometimes."
Arthur laughed. "You really are amazing, Merlin."
Merlin's heart skipped a beat before he quashed that feeling. Arthur didn't mean it the way Merlin wished he did.
"Is something wrong, Merlin?" Arthur asked, taking note of his servant's furrowed brow.
"No, sire," Merlin answered.
"You know, you're an incredibly bad liar, Merlin," Arthur said. "What's on your mind?"
"Uh, nothing," he replied, "Um…Gaius asked me to run an errand earlier today, and I still need to do that…"
"Well, you may." Arthur gestured towards the door.
"Thank you, sire," Merlin said, and rushed out of the room, leaving a very confused and slightly concerned Arthur behind.
A/N: Reviews are welcomed! I would love your feedback!