Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin

Has two summaries so pick and choose, didn't have a plot in mind when I started which is probably why it ended up completely plotless. I hope you can make some kind of sense of it, my sister thought it was okay how it was so I posted it (I just hope she was right :P)

Word count: 205


Arthur sat on his bed, rumpling the just smoothed bedcovers. His lower lip was thrust out unconsciously in a pout. When he got up to walk to the window he immediately heard quiet footfalls behind him followed by a rustling of fabric.

Sure enough, when he turned back the bed looked brand new and untouched, an unfamiliar man stood by the door giving off room-decor vibes, he blended in like furniture.

Arthur didn't like the sensation of feeling like unnecessary clutter in his own room.

"I'm going to train, clean that up." The prince gestured with his arm at the table purposely strewn with crumbs and breakfast foods.

Arthur eased open the door, barely glancing at the servant bowing at his person, on a whim he slammed the door open the rest of the way, disappointed but unsurprised when it hit the wall gently, in a controlled fashion, then was slowly returned to a closed position.

He carried on down the corridor then stopped at the end, less than 10 seconds later, approximately 40 seconds upon his leaving the room, a certain humble servant exited his chambers bearing a tray. Arthur turned and stomped away, he knew his room was spotless already.

It ALWAYS was.