Disclaimer: I don't own everyone's favorite warlock. Or his pratty prince.
The prince sat at his desk filling out tax reports. Merlin sat in a corner shining Arthur's boots for some feast. All was quiet until:
"Arthur, I have magic." There was an awkward pause. Quill hovering in the air, Arthur slowly lifted his head to look at Merlin.
"Shut up, you idiot!" Merlin jerked at Arthur's hiss. "My father would have you killed if he heard that. Don't joke about such things."
"I wasn't joking."
Arthur took a deep breath.
"Keep quiet about it, alright? I don't want to break in another manservant. I've only just gotten used to you."