Seldom did the King ever enter his Court Sorcerer's chambers.
It wasn't for privacy reasons; Arthur had previously had no trouble storming into Merlin's old room to wake the dozy idiot up.
No, Arthur refused to enter because of how much it resembled a death trap. Spell books were flung over every space on each desk, tens of glass bottles filled with strange liquids teetered on the edge of shelves and as for Merlin's so called 'experiments'... Arthur preferred to live to fight another day.
Whenever he did see his friend fly out of his cubbyhole, he would sometimes see a flash of red through the crack in the door. The King would frown and make a mental note to ask Merlin later but for some reason he never got around to it.
If the King had asked, Merlin might have explained why he had so many roses and tomatoes and cherries in his room.
Merlin may have told him how each night he added something else his collection of apples and tulips and even the odd ladybird. Every night he tried and yet every night he failed, never getting it quite right.
Because even after all this time, Merlin still couldn't make a strawberry.
A/N: Just a little sweet one shot for everyone. I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review!
