Merlin was enjoying today. He was hearing the sweet music of Arthur crying for help over something that he had already warned the prince about.
Merlin watched on as the horse reared and bucked, trying desperately to get this man off his back.
Merlin laughed out loud at the prince's torture. He deserved it.
"The horse has not got a mind of its own!" he had mocked Merlin earlier that morning.
"Help me get off this… thing!" he yelled. The horse gave a triumphant buck and Arthur found himself on the floor. Merlin grinned.
"MY NAME IS PHILIP!"
Arthur fainted.