Merlin's eyes opened, expecting to see himself surrounded by the tiny room that he'd spent years in while living with Giaus, but instead, his tired eyes rested on the king of Camelot. Oh, yeah….My husband. Merlin was still trying to get used to being married to Arthur. They had only been married for a week and a half and still, Merlin couldn't believe it. Merlin couldn't help but to smile as he observed his sleeping king with affection. "Rise and shine…." He whispered, rousing Arthur, whose eyelids slowly rose to reveal those gorgeous blue eyes that made Merlin want to melt. A sleepy smile appeared on that handsome face.

"You're not looking for woodworms again, are you, Love?" Arthur lightly teased. Merlin chuckled softly before firing back.

"I'm looking at one right now."

Arthur snaked a strong arm around Merlin, pulling him a bit closer. He smirked pleasantly as he responded, "Very funny, Merlin."

"Yeah, well, one of us has to be." Merlin continued his mockery.

"Don't abuse your power, Merlin Pendragon." Arthur replied, eyes narrowing playfully.

Merlin Pendragon. The name sent chills down Merlins spine. It was extremely difficult for him to process, but he liked trying. He suddenly heard a rumble that was all too familiar. Arthur was hungry and his stomach was demanding breakfast. Merlin started to sit up, but was bound to the bed by Arthurs arm.

"And just where do you think you're going?"

"To get your breakfast, Sire."

Arthur immediately scoffed, rolling his eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you, Merlin? You're a king now. It isn't your place to serve me breakfast anymore."

King. Oh, yeah. No longer being Arthurs manservant was another thing that Merlin had trouble adjusting to. It was so foreign to him; No longer having to do chores while others served him. The idea was so odd and he couldn't help but to miss having chores to occupy himself with. Still, he would never go back. He loved Arthur too much, and to be quite honest, he enjoyed not being ordered about so much. He was now seen as someone of importance and he enjoyed that. The only falter with the situation was that he didn't want to seem lazy and incompetent. He didn't like having others do every little thing for him when he was perfectly capable of doing it himself.

"I really don't mind getting the breakfast, Arthur." Merlin said, trying to get up once more, but was still stuck where he was due to Arthurs firm hold.

"Well, I do." Arthur shot back, "George should be here with breakfast soon anyway." A smile appeared on his face as he pulled Merlin closer. "You, Milord, will never have to lift a finger again."

Merlin sighed, feeling a bit of disdain. He knew that Arthur meant well and was only trying to please him, but how could he make him understand that transitioning from being a manservant to a king was a harder task than one might assume?

"Why the long face, Love?" Arthur questioned as a wry smile danced across his face. "Don't tell me you actually miss being told what to do…." When Merlin said nothing, Arthur laughed, shaking his head. "You never cease to amaze me, Merlin. Most servants would give anything to be in your place, but if you really want me to demand things from you, I will be happy to oblige." Merlin cocked his head to the side with confusion as he scanned Arthurs devious expression. Was Arthur going to make him do his chores again? If this were the case, Merlin wasn't sure how he felt about it. He was enjoying his freedom, despite missing his usual routine.

"I order you, Merlin, to kiss me." Arthur said in a clear and mischievous voice, making Merlin perk up, a grin appearing on his face.

"Well, hey, I'm a king now. I don't have to take orders from…" Merlin started in a teasing fashion, but Arthurs warm lips crashing against his own, blocked the rest of the sentence from escaping him. Merlin melted into the kiss with ecstasy, never wanting it to end. This was the perfect way to start off his morning. As Arthur encircled him with a tight embrace, drawing him closer to him, Merlin could truly realize just how lucky he was. Every downside to being king was vanished by this perfect man that belonged to him. He made it all worth it.

After Arthur finally broke the kiss with reluctance, Merlin grinned at him while muttering, "Prat." In a soft voice. The two searched each others eyes lovingly. It was the prompt knock on the door that interrupted it all.

Arthur rolled his eyes, looking more than disappointed with the abrupt ending to the affection that he was trying to shower Merlin with. "Enter."

A manservant that was dressed very similarly to Merlin, entered the room. "Good morning, Sires." George said; his chin held high. Arthur and Merlin exchanged weak smiles that hardly concealed their dread.

"Good morning, George." The two said in unison. Arthur grasped Merlin's hand under the thick red blanket, soothingly circling his warm thumb over the new kings pale fingers. Merlin slid closer to Arthur, as George began serving them breakfast in bed. He was telling a load of brass jokes again and Merlin felt Arthur squeeze his hand a little tighter as he held in his frustration. He had a much more difficult time trying to tolerate George's tendencies to be, well, annoying.

Although Merlin thought that George was fairly likable and all, he still had to try extra hard to keep a grin on his face as he listened to him drone on and on. Merlin and Arthur gorged their breakfast as quickly as they could manage, just wanting to be left alone. It wasn't something they got often; Alone time. They had more time alone together before they were married. Now they were both so busy ruling Camelot that time wasn't something that they could spare often.

At last, George collected their trays, chin high in the air as he nodded farewell to them. "If you two need anything, I will not be far away." The words did not comfort the men, but they smiled and nodded anyway. George left the room and Arthur began his rant.

"Can't we sack him, Merlin?"

"No. He's a good man and he works hard for us."

"But-"

"No. I know he can be a bore, but honestly, he values his job more than anything in the world."

"But, Merlin…." Arthur whined, but when he only got a firm look from Merlin in response he shouted, "Fine! I can transfer him!"

"No! You'll hurt his feelings." Merlin replied, crawling out of bed. He was set on this and Arthur was not going to change his mind.

"His feelings? Don't be such a girl, Merlin!" Arthur argued, trying to pull a red shirt over his head with difficulty. "He's a grown man, he can handle himself."

Merlin watched Arthur with amusement and strolled over to him, helping him get the shirt on. "Yes, because all grown men are capable of handling themselves in every area." Merlin jibed sarcastically, "Handling feelings, handling cooking, handling bathing themselves, handling dressing themselves…."

"I thought that after we were married, you'd stop trying to challenge me so much." Arthur pouted. Merlin smiled before pressing his warm lips against his kings. Arthur grinned, pulling him closer. When they broke the kiss, Merlin smiled at him mockingly.

"You thought wrong. I'm a king now and I'll abuse my power in every way that I can. Better get used to it."

Arthur rolled his eyes as he shook his head. He then smirked. "Well, King Merlin, Abuse your power over here." He pulled Merlin into his arms again, feeling content as they shared another breathtaking kiss.