I tried to capture Merlin's slight sassiness towards Arthur and Uther's general disinterest in anything.
The only character I own is the Lady Arian/Analise character.
All the rest belong to BBC, or whoever produces Merlin. I'm almost completely sure SyFy airs it here in America.
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The sound of horseshoes on cobblestone and the flourish of trumpets signaled the arrival of someone noble, and Merlin dreaded the sounds, for he, of all the servants in Camelot, was the one Arthur offered to them, with each nobleman more arrogant than the previous.
His attempts to avoid the eyes of his master didn't go quite to plan; his uncanny ability to knock over the vase in the hall by Arthur's chambers was what ultimately gave him away. Emerging from his chambers, Arthur spotted Merlin despite his attempt to hide behind the table. "Trying to hide from me, Merlin?" Arthur's mouth twisted into a mock smile.
"Yes."
"Now, why would you want to do that?"
"Who wouldn't?"
The statement earned Merlin a swift kick to the backside, and a rather unfriendly shove forward.
~O~
Camelot was in the midst of a bad storm; strong winds blew leaves around the main courtyard and Merlin had hail-like rain pelting him on the head, which made concentrating on the royal guest entering the kingdom rather difficult. It wasn't often that a guest of noble blood rode alone, but the particular one did, hood of an emerald green cloak pulled far up over their head to protect them from the elements.
While Merlin wished he had that luck, Arthur's voice broke through his thoughts.
"Merlin, go help the Lady off her horse," he ordered.
Lady. Their guest was a noblewoman.
Clinging to the ever ridiculous notion that she wouldn't require a servant, much less himself, he headed over and held his hand up to her. She merely ignored his gesture and helped herself down, shoes hitting the cobblestone with a low clicking noise.
Merlin bowed respectfully to her. "My Lady."
She pushed her hood back, ignoring another gesture of kindness, finally revealing her face; she certainly had the beauty of a noblewoman, with her long white-blonde hair and thankful smile. Something about her struck familiar with Merlin, and he searched hard over her features; he soon realized it was her eyes. A brighter emerald green than her cloak, those eyes were ones Merlin wouldn't soon forget. After all, he had spent countless nights staring into them and memorizing them.
"Thank you, sire," she said, still smiling warmly.
"Merlin? He's no sire, he's merely a servant," Arthur butted in, in full-on prat mode.
Merlin's fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
Her eyes flashed over the crown prince with a high disdain. "Whether a servant or the king, I found that treating everyone with the same respect is a good way to get and keep them on your side. Therefore I address most all as sire."
There was a subtle anger behind her words that betrayed the sincere nature of them. It seemed that Merlin was the only one amongst his group that noticed, though.
"Come. My father awaits you in the hall."