It was a cool fall morning and everybody was getting ready to open the doors that would send thousands of people flocking towards the castle hotel, hoping to find a vacancy to stay on the premises after hours. Because, tonight was the night that they could see the procession of coats and see the proposal of the neighboring kingdom princess to Camelot's own Prince Arthur Pendragon. It's such a breath-taking sight and it's everyone's dream to see the proposal up close and personal. For, the proposal only happens once every two years and the date always changes.
"Oi, bloke, what where you are going!" exclaimed Arthur Pendragon, who unfortunatly ran into the new janitor, Merlin Mage, while he was on his way to get his outfit on and some makeup to make him seem more "dirty". Merlin looked up from where he was bending over to pick a few stray pieces of trash that was left from last nights trash-run-through. Arthur's facial expression said that he was furious, but his eyes said otherwise, and Merlin rolled his eyes and stood up fully to face this "prince".
"What do you mean?" Merlin asked, in a challenging tone, taking a look at Arthur's muscular body. Arthur was pretty fit - had had to be, he was impersonating the prince after all. Merlin couldn't help himself from looking at Arthur up and down once more before Arthur began to respond to his question.
"I mean, you tried to trip me," Arthur sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. This stance sent Merlin's pulse to quicken and sent his hormones on a frenzy.
"Oh, as if. If you didn't have your head up in the clouds, you would understand that I was picking up trash that you probably left behind just so then I would get in trouble with my boss," Merlin snapped, looking around and then taking one step closer to Arthur.
"Is that a threat? Because I could - and probably would - get you fired with an assault like that," Arthur smiled a menacing grin, his eyes burning with a type of emotion that Merlin has not encountered. It was a mixture between hatred, laughter, and a dash of admiration. It took Merlin by surprise, seeing admiration in those gray-blue orbs of Arthur's. What was he admiring about? Could it be Merlin, himself? Well, whatever it was, he hoped that it was going to end soon.
"Oh, you are such a clottpole!" Merlin exclaimed, rolling his eyes and rubbing his temples with his long fingers.
Arthur was taken aback by this word. "What is a clottpole?" He asked, sternly.
"Um, Arthur Pendragon," Merlin replied, without missing a beat. "Now, excuse me, but some of us do have a job to do." He added, picking up the garbage bag that laid at his feet and brushing by Arthur, glaring.
"Rude," Arthur whispered, and continued on his way towards the costume and makeup building that was disguised as a house. He was disgusted by that fact that people were making fun of him behind his back! How dare they talk like that about me. Oh, my father will surely hear about this. He thought, a smile appearing on his mouth as he went on his way. Although, there was one thing that couldn't be stopped and that was the person that tried to trip him this morning. There was something about this newcomer that was intriguing and he was very well put together with his costume. He looked like a manservant. That made Arthur think some more, he didn't have a manservant - in fact he was the only person on the royal court who didn't have a servant at all. An evil smirk upturned the corners of his lips as he figured out a way to make that particularly interesting boy his own personal servant.