Arthur wasn't entirely certain what he had done, to deserve to be in this situation.

That is, encased in an iron maiden which was suspended outside the battlements of a castle, with only critters crawling below to entertain him.

Arthur took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead, the intense heat of the day, magnified by being incased in an iron cage, was finally getting to him. It had been hours since he was thrown in here. What was taking his manservant, the all powerful "secret sorcerer" so long, before realising his absence?

Then again, the Prince recalled with annoyance, the lazy idiot probably hasn't even left his bed yet, let alone the castle.

The royal banged his head against the bars of the contraption in frustration. He was annoyed, tired, and all together a little confused.

Again, why was he in this thing?

Well, at least the crazed, mad woman who trapped him in here, shouting something about the royal being a sadistic little freak for torturing and 'whumping' his manservant seemed, to be a little reasonable.

There was just enough wiggle room in this iron contraption. Just a little.

'Torturing his manservant,' what did the woman mean? It's not like he planned on throwing things at the idiot's head. Merlin's annoying behaviour, often caused objects to randomly materialize in the Prince's hand. The warlock was also the cause of making the prince exercise his muscles and throwing said objects towards the servant's skull.

None of that was by any means the royal's fault.

So, why was he in here?

"What was the name she was shouting when she left? Jiss? Jissi? Jissai?" The royal mumbled, talking to the animals crawling below.

Something along the lines, that the man she was yelling about, was torturing the royal's manservant, as well?

Well, whoever he was, he would need to find his own iron maiden to be forcefully shoved into! There was barely enough room for him in here, as it was!

Which, brought Arthur back to square one; why is he, in this thing?

Oh, yes, he was 'torturing' Merlin.

So it's Merlin's fault that he's in here.

Well, that settled it!

When that blasted, grinning idiot does come to 'save' him; not that he needed saving, mind you!He was going to find the biggest, heaviest object and throw it in the imbecile's head.

Because, if Arthur has learned one thing during the last few years...

Absolutely everything was, and always will be... Merlin's fault.