Merlin's Mumbles

It was one of those terribly important days when the great kingdom of Camelot relied on me once again to keep her strong, a day when I found myself yet again in another bad mood and a particular someone wasn't helping with it; a day, or should I correct myself and say a week that I can irrevocably blame on non-other than Merlin.

I would say it all began that morning when Merlin was cleaning the milk I had accidently spilled off of the floor but let's face it, it all probably began the moment the great annoyance first stepped foot into Camelot those years ago, but I might go as far as to say it began the moment he was born. Somehow, some way our destinies always seem to cross paths more often than not; but before I get ahead of myself…

Merlin like I mentioned before was cleaning the milk off of the floor, and mumbling under his breath like he often did when he complained.

"You know Merlin I would think you would have accepted your station in life by now and gotten used to cleaning up after me. After all it is your job and I did apologize for my moment of clumsiness." I was annoyed and my annoyance seemed to pass to Merlin. This was the morning king Adelmund was to arrive to congratulate me on my becoming king and my marriage to Gwen but also to pay his respects to my late father Uther Pendragon. Visits like this where going to be happening all year and so far there had been four and needless to say we were tiered of them already.

"It's just sometimes Arthur I wish you could just spend a day in my life to see what I really have to deal with." Merlin said with a huff and not more than thirty seconds pass was I staring at the floor a rag in my hand and feeling considerably lighter.

I remember slowly looking up to where I should have been and there I was, staring back at me wide eyed and mouth agape.