Two drabbles that work with each other, showing the contrast of Merlin and Arthur's feelings. Each one is 100 words. I hope you enjoy.

He took out an arrow and pointed it at the silhouette of a doe that stood in the trees. Pulling back on the cross bow he aims. He is careful to not make a sound. Silent, he sits there, waiting for the perfect moment to release. He looks back and gestured to the gangly boy behind him to not make a single sound, not even breathe loudly. He shoots, hitting directly in the heart. The life is sucked out of the graceful doe and she crumples onto the ground. He will bring the meat home, per usual. He loves hunting.

He follows, as he is supposed to. It is his duty to come on these hunting trips as the prince's manservant, yet he can't stomach them. He is careful not to make a sound, not to scare the deer. But it is not to kill; it is for the prince to not yell about how clumsy of an idiot he is. He watches as the prince aims and shoots, killing an innocent creature for his enjoyment. He watches as the doe falls, and observes a young fawn hidden in the bushes as it watches his mother die. He hates hunting.