Just something that popped into my head and refused to go away.

I hope it makes sense and that you like it. I don't know if chocolate was there in Camelot but for purposes of my story it is.

Merlin doesn't belong to me.

In the Merry Month of May

Arthur stood at his bedroom window looking out at the courtyard, while Merlin grumbled softly to himself about the absurdity of the future king being unable to pick up after himself.

"You should at least be able to pick your nightclothes off the floor," Merlin said shaking his head, "they are yours after all."

Arthur didn't even turn but kept staring out of the window, a soft smile on his face.

"One would think that a horse or maybe a pig slept in this room, and not the mighty Prince Arthur."

Arthur still didn't reply.

"I wonder what people would say if they knew that the Prince wet his bed." Merlin continued, smiling slowly. The smile was quickly wiped off his face when a goblet hit him on the head.

"I thought you weren't listening." Merlin complained to Arthur while rubbing his head.

"Of course I was listening, Merlin. I was just ignoring you hoping you would get the hint and shut up."

Merlin looked at Arthur silently for a while and then said, 'What is so interesting out there anyway? You've been staring out of the window and smiling for the last ten minutes."

"Nothing." Arthur replied and shrugged. He took one last long look out of the window, he walked off.

"Merlin, I'll see you in the stables in a few minutes," Arthur told his servant as he left the room.

Merlin smiled and then walked to the window to see what had captured the Prince's attention.

A few of the servant girls were standing in the courtyard including Gwen. She was talking and laughing animatedly with her friends.

Merlin's smile grew broader; Arthur had been staring at Gwen. Merlin wasn't sure what had happened between them when Arthur had stayed at Gwen's house during the jousting tournament but ever since that time they had started acting a bit differently around each other.

When Gwen walked into a room, Arthur lost all concentration and they were always smiling at each other and giving each other knowing looks, when they thought no one was looking. Something was definitely going on and Merlin made up his mind to find out what.

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A few days ago

Arthur was returning with the knights of Camelot from a hunting trip when he heard voices by the stream. He could hear giggling, talking and singing and Arthur guessed that they must be some of the servant girls from Camelot doing something, at the stream.

The other knights and their servants including Merlin had gone ahead of him and he was walking slowly back to Camelot thinking about Guinevere. He thought about her all the time, ever since he had kissed her she was constantly on his mind.

"Gwen." A voice said and Arthur thought that he was making it all up.

"Gwen it's your turn." The voice continued.

'Her turn? Her turn for what?' Arthur wondered.

"Ah, it's a bit silly," Gwen said, "It's embarrassing. I don't think I can say it out loud."

"It can't be sillier than Millie's". The other girl, Mary, told Gwen.

Millie had said something about a proposal of marriage from a visiting nobleman.

"You'd be surprised." Gwen replied.

"Gwen, I know what you're trying to do," Mary said. "But it won't work."

"Okay, okay," Gwen said laughing softly, "I'll tell you but you must promise never to tell anyone." Millie looked around, all the other girls were a little ways away from them, they couldn't hear them speak.

Gwen sighed and then said, "I would like flowers, of all types but they should include roses."

"Now what's silly about that?" Mary said, "All of our wishes have included flowers."

"Well, I want it to be a surprise," Gwen continued, "on my birthday, to wake up and find my room filled with flowers, and a box or two of chocolates."

"I see," Mary said laughing, "no wonder you didn't want to tell us. Chocolates are harder to find in Camelot, than visiting noblemen."

"I told you," Gwen told her friend.

"Who cares?" Mary replied, "These are our wishes we can say whatever we want. But I must say chocolates are something else. Do you think the Lady Morgana still has any she doesn't want?"

"No," Gwen replied, "we ate them, remember. Besides there have not been any visitors bearing chocolates in Camelot recently."

The girls sighed remembering the taste and smell of the chocolates.

Arthur waited for them to leave and continued on his journey home. He couldn't believe his good fortune, for days he'd been wondering how to get Guinevere to speak to him for more than a few minutes. Now all he had to do was to find out when Guinevere's birthday was, and get his hands on a lot of flowers and chocolates.

How hard could that be?

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Merlin made his way to the stables and found Arthur staring into space. "What is with you today?" he asked him.

"Nothing, Merlin. I'm fine." Arthur replied. "Why do you ask?"

"You were thinking of Gwen, and staring at her, just now. In your room I mean." Merlin said.

"I wasn't staring at Guinevere." Was Arthur prompt reply.

"So you were just thinking about her?"

Arthur turned to his servant ready to deny it and threaten him with mortal pain and then an idea struck him. Gwen and Merlin were good friends, Merlin could help Arthur find out when her birthday was and help him with his preparations. After all what of what use were servants if not to help people get what they want.

"Merlin, I know this may sound strange," Arthur said, "But I need your help."

"Of course you do, "Merlin said, smiling, "You always need my help."

Arthur wanted to pull that smug look off Merlin's face but seeing as it was either going to Morgana for help or putting up with Merlin, he could deal with Merlin's smugness, Morgana was something else entirely. After all he was bigger than Merlin and could beat him in any fight.

"It's about Gwen." Arthur told Merlin.

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