"Left a bit. Left a bit. No Merlin, your other left." Arthur Sighed sarcastically as Merlin struggled to set up the newly crafted target. "I am sorry, I am trying, you know?" barked Merlin, his voice irritated. "You quite honestly cannot get the staff these days" Arthur Smirked.
A couple of minutes went by; Merlin fumbling with the large structure as the prince ungracefully tapped his foot. Arthur knew exactly how to get to Merlin. "Can't you go any faster? I would like to train today, if that's ok?"
At the last comment Merlin snapped giving the target a great whack! The smug smirk quickly dropped from Arthurs face as the target crashed on top of Merlin. The Panic laden prince ran to the trapped man servant, throwing the target to one side like a dirty rag. Merlin's eyes opened as Arthur leant over him, stroking a flushed cheek with his thumb. "I was joking Merlin. Just jokes." With that he laid a kiss to the magician's forehead whispering "you know I love you."