Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. All rights are contained in the actual creators of the show and the channels that air and syndicate the show.
Author's Note: I'm somewhat familiar with the concept of a drabble. 100 words, no more no less. This is my attempt at "drabbling" if that's what its called. This is 5 drabbles per chapter, with 10 chapters all together. I guess that this would be like a 5x100x10? I don't know about this dimensions stuff but I hope you enjoy it. There's no real plot, it's just straight fluff :)
Merlin placed the sheets in perfect place while Arthur was bathing behind his simple wooden screen. He expected perfection and promptness of his manservant, although Merlin told he'd never done such work. Arthur, being arrogant and cocky, found it necessary to expect these things regardless of Merlin's background. Lucky for Arthur, Merlin had an unbelievably high level of patience. Although, tolerance of his royalty may fall just short…
"Merlin, I need my clothes. Why didn't you put my clothes over here? Are you daft?" The insults were ever present but Merlin kept his mouth shut. A job was a job.
Arthur was sitting at the table eating his dinner, which seemed to be more food than any one person should be able to consume. Merlin averted his eyes knowing that when he got to his chambers he'd be having a fancied up version of gruel that might have a few pieces of bottom-of-the-barrel meat littered in it. Arthur must have sensed Merlin's discomfort.
"I can't eat this all. Do you want what's left?" Arthur was kind enough when he said it and he watched Merlin cautiously. Unsure, Merlin chose not to move. "I have to watch my weight," he smirked.
Gwen had invited Merlin to dinner at her house, claiming that Morgana managed to get her a slight raise in pay from Uther. She was so excited that she wanted to surprise her father with a lovely meal. Merlin was there to help cook and keep company for Gwen. Ever since his near-death experience she'd kept him close and an ever watchful eye.
"When is your father due home?" Merlin inquired since the dinner was to tell him her great news. Gwen hesitated nervously in her place, as if she had something to hide. Unsuspecting, Merlin sat down while waiting.
Gwen and Merlin were walking back to his chambers. It was time for Morgana to go to bed and she always returned with a sleeping tonic so that Gaius didn't have to get out himself. They were laughing at things they spoke or things they'd heard from other villagers. Once they were upon Merlin's doorstep they watched each other for a few moments.
"Merlin," She whispered cautiously, "do you ever wonder if this might be more than a friendship?" It was incredibly forward of her but Gwen always did speak her mind. She was no weak woman. Merlin's jaw dropped.
Arthur ran into Gwen in the hallway. He was probably searching for Merlin for some late night trouble-making. There was always something on the prince's mind that needed tending to, something Gwen found herself wishing Uther would adapt as king. He stopped and smiled at her, wordlessly gawking.
"I'm sorry. I don't know how I missed you." He was trying to be polite but it sounded idiotic and unsure. He was still looking over her as if there was something else on his mind.
"Normally I don't come this way, my lord. I was walking Merlin home." Arthur's eyes fell.