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The crispness of the air flowing through the cracked window past stone walls couldn't be ignored. It roused the still figure somewhere between slumber and awareness. Blue eyes swept blearily around the expensive, frivolous decor as confusion set in.
Why was his bed so soft?
The snorting of the lithe, warm body beside the wizard reminded him.
Ah, yes.
Arthur was cold last night and demanded Merlin keep him warm, using that snobbish manner that held an undertone of want and necessity.
Merlin smiled as Arthur nestled closer, mumbling absently about polishing armor being SO menial a task that even a blind pig could do it.
Closing his eyes again, Merlin breathed in the chilled breeze. He loved Autumn.