Manservant

by Estelle Tiniwiel

A short and simple little snippet of a story, my first foray into the Merlin fandom. Features Arthur and Merlin, and is set early on in series one.

It was the first time he'd ever had to properly bow to someone he despised, there in the hall as Uther officially declared him to be Arthur's manservant, and he wondered how on earth the two of them were going to make it to the end of the week without Arthur running Merlin through with a spear or Merlin magicking Arthur's underwear to miniscule proportions.

This thought was only magnified the next morning, when the first thing that greeted Merlin as he stepped through the door to the prince's bedchamber was a pillow coming in at eye height.

"Go away, it's barely dawn!"

Smoothing down his hair where the pillow had knocked it all askew, Merlin took a deep breath and gently eased his face into a smile.

"Good morning to you, too, sire."

He sure as hell hoped that destiny had a few tricks up its sleeve.