Merlin couldn't sleep. It was midnight. Eventually, he surrendered and got up. It was cold. He peered out the window. It was snowing. He left the room and walked through the quiet corridors. He longed to Camelot, but he couldn't leave yet. He walked past the sleeping guard and smiled. Some people had come in the past week. They had been got the northern end of the castle habitable.
Merlin headed out. Snow began to ease and between the clouds the moon shimmer the bright light. There was snow on roofs. He thought about his problems what keeps him awake. He had never thought that he have to think so politically. His position had changed. He wasn't a servant anymore. He was now the king.
He looked at the traces what he was left in the snow. He rubbed his chin, and realized that his beard was grown. Thoughtfully, he headed towards the stables. Horses dozed in the warmness and Merlin sat on straw bales. The guard dog what keep it's dwell in the stable, walked on his feet and watched him.
Merlin scratched it behind the ear. They sat there for a long time. Merlin half-sleep gave up to the stream. He wondered. Loneliness haunted him. Aithusa and Kilgharrah had retired to sleep.
He had sent a message to Arthur, but hadn't yet received any responses. He just had to wait. Stable boy found his king in the early morning hours sleeping in the hay off and smiled. Merlin hardly realized it yet how important he was to them and how they were worried because his sleepless nights. Stable boy did his job quietly and then went in to inform others where their king was. Merlin was sleeping the guard dog's head resting on his lap.
And his dream was full of snow.
You can understand more if you read my story So it must be.
I don't think this is going to be more than little tag to the main story.