Standard Disclaimer applies, as usual. I don't own Merlin, that's the BBC - I think.
It was quite nice being a fly on the wall in Merlin's room, sure it was cluttered but the raven haired young man could find anything; and he didn't really have the time.
The door slammed open - surprised by the noise I flew over to the window ledge - a blonde haired man clad in the knights armour marched over to his servant, only to dump a large pale of water onto the young man; which completely ruined the ancient book that Merlin had accidentally fallen asleep on.
Merlin sputtered awake, falling out of the chair he had been in. Arthur laughed at the shocked expression from his servant. The glare Merlin threw his way only made him laugh harder.
"What was that for?" Merlin enquired coldly once the prince's laughter had died down.
"We are going hunting; so get the supplies." Merlin glanced out the window to see it was still dark outside.
"But it's still dark out." Arthur looked at Merlin as if he was stupid, only to shake his head and storm out. Merlin sighed, "Guess we're going hunting." Knowing he could not see me, I nodded. He looked at the book before cautiously checking to see if Arthur was coming back - it appeared not - with a wave of his hand, the book dried and his eyes flashed molten gold. MAGIC. The whole of Camelot knew how clumsy this young man was; I needed to keep an eye on him.