a/n: Basically, I just wanted to write a fic about Merlin falling asleep on the job. But I might write more and make it a series so I've marked it as incomplete. Also, my dear " A Hole in the Ground" readers! I've not forgotten you! I'm working on the next chapter right now!
Arthur turned at the sound of a pair of boots falling to the floor. He watched his previously seated manservant slump over to land on the floor as well.
"Merlin!"
"Wha-?"
Merlin sat up slowly, looking rather disoriented.
"Sleeping on the job? I should have you thrown in the stocks."
The King's tone was exasperated, but his eyes showed his concern.
"I had a long night," explained Merlin.
"What could you have possibly been doing to make you so tired that you pass out from the strain of merely polishing my boots?"
"I was...um...at the tavern?"
"Again?"
"Yes!"
Arthur wasn't sure he believed him, but he let it slide. He returned to the speech he was memorizing, before glancing up again.
"Oh, and Merlin?"
"Sire?"
"You have shoe polish on your nose."