A/N: So I took down the original of this story, I didn't like the way it was heading. So I deleted everything and started again, I hope this is a little better, it's taken me forever to re-boot the first chapter. Uhh some things your going to need to know before we get this show started...

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-thinking-

*dragon speech*

*Mind speech*

Flashbacks

and if you see random italic or bold words they're usually meant to convey obvious meaning. Also I have no beta so spelling and grammar mistakes will more then likely occur, if you spot some free feel to pm me and let me know so I can go back and fix them. Team effort yeah? Another thing is that Morgana has yet to discover she has magic as it's just started developing.

Alright now I'm sure that's every thing... For now at least! OH!OH!RIGHT!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY MIND PALACE AND PLOT BUNNIES!

Now that's everything! On with zee show!

Prologue

Eighteen years ago after the death of his wife during childbirth, a birth that was only made possible through the use of magic, of the Old Religion; King Uthar of Camelot launched a war against all magic kind. The Great Purge it was called. And many magic users died, many more went into hiding. Most magical beasts were eradicated during this time; though some simply disguised themselves better.

During the Great Purge Uthar made Balinor the last Dragon Lord believe he was ready to call a truce, and end to the fighting. He convinced the man who had once been his friend to call forth Kilgharrah the last of the great dragons, "to plead forgiveness." He lied. A great trap was laid, a battle fought, and the dragon captured. With the help of an old friend Balinor just barely escaped the kingdom with his life.

For a year he hid in a small village on the border in the north. In this village he met a women with a beautiful and kind soul, and they soon fell deeply in love. But it was not to be; A year after his escape the assassin that the Uthar hired to kill him finally tracked him to the border town and he was forced to flee for the Dragon Lord Valley rumored to be hidden in the spire mountains, leaving the women he loved and his unborn son behind.

Uthar chained Kilgharrah in the caverns below his castle; the ultimate show of strength. The purge was ended and peace rained, all sorcery was banned in the kingdom upon penalty of death. In the years that followed King Uthar of Camelot became known as one of the most powerful and most hated man in all of Albion.

Chapter One:

It was early spring in the kingdom of Camelot, the trees young and old had began to sprout buds once more. Nestled in a beautiful valley surrounded by large forests and blooming meadows lay a bustling castle-town. This castle-town housed a variety of people, Knights and peasants, The King and Crowned Prince, and... one exceedingly powerful young Sorcerer.

Miles below the ground in the large catacombs beneath the castle, Kilgharrah the great dragon woke abruptly from a vary un-pleasant vision. He'd had prophetic dreams even as a hatchling, though the images fade from his mind quickly. This one was no different. He kept his eyes closed, trying to focus on the fading images in his mind. Suddenly he let out a roar of pain/fear and rage, and called out with his mind:

*Merlin*

In the castle above him a dark-haired boy tossed restlessly in his sleep, nearly tumbling off the small cot that served as his bed.

*Merlin!*

The young man rolled right of the side of the bed, landing with a painful thud face-first on the stone floor. "Ouch..."He groaned, cursing under his breath as he pushed himself to his knees. Bright green/blue eyes glanced around his dark room confusedly. He thought he'd heard someone calling his name "I could have sworn..." Shaking his head tiredly he glanced at the little window above his bed. It was still dark out. "Not even dawn yet..." He muttered climbing to his feet, he gave his room another cautious once over, then sat heavily on his bed.

*MERLIN!* The dragon's voice boomed loudly in his mind, making him jump nearly a foot off his bed. When his heart finished racing he replied with an angry *What!* The dragon didn't answer, frustrating the tired young man. "Of course not." He muttered. He knew a royal summons when he received one. He ought to; being manservant to Prince Arthur, it happened to him quite often. He hesitated for a few minutes torn; on the one hand he badly wanted to ignore the dragon's call and crawl back into his warm bed for another hour, on the other hand Kilgharrah had never called for him in quite that tone before.

He made the only decision he could and began to dress for the day; comfortable black leggings, blue undershirt brown jacket and his bright red neckerchief. He crept out of his room quietly, hoping he wouldn't wake his friend and guardian Gaius. Gaius was the court physician and trusted advisor to the king. And also the only person in Camelot who knew about Merlin's best-kept secrete; His magic. He'd taken Merlin in as his assistant nearly three years ago and they'd been close ever since.

Gaius continued to sleep soundly on his cot by the fireplace, and Merlin was careful not to wake him as he snuck across the chamber to the door leading into the castle. The hallway outside the chamber was empty, but that was to be expected. It was at least an hour before dawn, and only ones in the castle that were up before dawn were the kitchen workers, and they dwelled on the other side of the castle so he wasn't worried about running into anyone.

He made his way through the castle, past the softly snoring guards near the dungeons, down the long dark hallway leading to the stairs that went even farther down into the catacombs beneath the castle proper grabbing a torch on the way. Finally he found himself in the cavern that housed the dragon. Kilgharrah was no where to be seen, that wasn't to surprising given that the Cavern stretched for miles in either direction, and the magic imbued chains that bound him were long enough for him to fly a good distance in either direction.

"Ah... Young Warlock." The Great Dragon's voice came from somewhere above him. A sudden blast of wind nearly knocked him from his feet, when the dust settled Kilgharrah was perched on the outcropping rock across from where he stood.-show off- He snorted softly. Merlin noticed two things almost immediately. One: Kilgharrah's great golden eyes were bloodshot, like a human's might get when they're tired. Two: The Dragon was nervous, Merlin could tell from the way he avoided eye contact.

"What is it my friend?" He asked raising the torch in his left hand a little higher so he could see better. Kilgharrah had certainly better even the gleam of his scales seemed dulled. The dragon let out a deep sighing breath. "Danger comes our way Merlin. Stay close to your Prince." Another sigh. "I cannot tell you what the danger is or where it will come from only that it comes today" Merlin wrinkled his nose at the cryptic words eyeing the dragon worriedly. "are you alright?" He asked hesitantly. Kilgharrah had never looked quite so defeated before. "For the moment young warlock." The great dragon replied distractedly his mind already slipping back into the vision, trying to make sense of it.

Merlin, sensing he'd lot Kilgharrah to his own thoughts turned away, and with a final worried glance at Kilgharrah he made his way back up through the catacombs. The guards had been replaced at some point during his visit, the new ones were vary much awake and alert. Merlin cursed his luck and contemplated be-spelling them in someway, deciding it was to risky he back-tracked into the catacombs, taking the secrete passage that led outside the castle walls.

The passage was pitch black in front of him, making him glad he'd grabbed the torch earlier. He walked for what seemed like forever before he came upon the exit. The sun had come up while he was wandering below ground. -not good- He was running late. Sneaking into the castle was far easier then it ought to have been, which annoyed him for some reason. Already running late, he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop for his own breakfast. With a disappointed sigh he went straight to kitchens to prepare his lord's meal. He'd been preparing all of Arthur's meals himself for the last six months; ever since Bayard tired to poison the prince.

Flashback: Six months ago

The banquet in honor of the peace treaty with Bayard -An old king from a neighboring kingdom- was well underway, everything was going well. Merlin was standing off to the side with all the other servants to witness the treaty being signed. He was annoyed because the prince had forced him to wear a ridiculous bright red uniform with a feathered hat to the banquet and his fellow servants were all snickering at him when they thought he wasn't looking.

After the treaty was signed Bayard gifted both the King and the Prince with beautiful matching hand-crafted jewel encrusted silver goblets, they were promptly filled with rich wine. Uthar offered a stirring toast in honour of the visiting King, during which Merlin took his spot to the left and just behind Arthur. "The hat suits you" Arthur said under his breath so only Merlin could hear, his blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

Merlin gritted his teeth to keep from calling the prince all sorts of inappropriate names, then something caught his attention, the Goblet in Arthur's hand was giving off a faint ominous magical signature. He knew instinctively that it was poison. Uthar had just finished his speech... Arthur was about to drink from the cup! "NO!" He cried

He leapt forwards and snatched the cup from Arthur's hands. "Merlin!" He yelped jumping to his feet. "What is the meaning of this?!" Uthar boomed leaping to his feet. "I have reason to suspect the goblet is poisoned..." Merlin said as calmly as he could manage, his voice carried across the room to the visiting king. Bayard angrily denied the unspoken allegations. "I have no reason to poison your son Uthar!" He cried. "The boy is a fool! Show me your proof!" He demanded.

"I have none..." He whispered into the following silence. Derisive laughter echoed around him. Arthur gave him a withering glare and reached for the goblet. Merlin knew he couldn't let Arthur drink from the cup and so he did the only thing he could do, he stepped quickly out of reach and drank the entire goblet of wine. Arthur stared at him in disbelief, for a few minutes nothing happened and Merlin thought he'd made a mistake. He locked eyes with Arthur apologetically, and then suddenly he was choking, the last thing he saw before he passed out was Arthur's wide blue eyes.

End Flash back

He vary nearly died, if Arthur hadn't disobeyed his fathers wishes and risked his life to go after the cure he would have. Something had changed between them after. He just couldn't put his finger on what it was, Arthur just looked at him differently from then on. Merlin prepared a large bacon, ham and cheese omelette. -I am so late.- The thought kept circling around his head as he made his way through the now slightly crowded hallway, the breakfast tray in one hand and a juice jug in the other.

Arthur groaned when the sunlight hit his face. -Sunlight?- he thought sleepily. That couldn't be right, he was usually in the training yard by the time the sun was high enough in the sky to light his room. His eyes blinked open and he looked around his messy room with bleary eyes. "Merlin?" He called out, his voice hoarse with sleep. When no answer was forthcoming he sighed in annoyance. Obviously his manservant had failed to wake him. Again.

He rolled onto his back, and just lay there staring at the canopy above his bed. Merlin had to be one of the worst manservants in the history of manservants. And yet... the boy had saved his life - was it just six months ago?- Merlin had tried to warn them that the goblet Bayard gifted him was poisoned. They wouldn't listen. He wouldn't listen. And so to keep him from drinking from it, his servant had willingly drank from a cup he believed was poisoned. He'd been right.

They're eyes had locked for a brief moment; he remembered being angry, ready to tear Merlin a new one. And then suddenly his servant was choking... dying. He'd never been so scared in all his at the time seventeen years, and that made no sense. He'd fought many battles, faced some pretty scary shit with out batting an eye. With Gaius's help he'd managed to find out what was used to poison the goblet, and the cure for it. Despite the danger and his fathers wishes, he'd gone after it. He risked his life to save his servants, and he wasn't even sure why. He had almost been eaten alive by giant spiders, but he got the stupid flower needed to keep Merlin alive.

Merlin suddenly burst into his chambers, with out knocking as usual. "Sire! Still in bed!?" He called loudly from the door. Arthur raised himself up on his elbows; blanket falling to his waist, and glared at Merlin in disbelief. Merlin bit his lip to keep from laughing at the disgruntled look on his lords face. Arthur opened his mouth, probably to yell and Merlin cut him off in hopes of avoiding it.

"I brought breakfast!" He offered, bowing slightly at the waist and holding out the tray with a sheepish smile his blue-green eyes sparkling. -He's got a cute smile- Arthur was distracted enough by the thought, that he forgot to yell. Merlin was already setting out his breakfast, his back to the bed. Arthur sighed loudly to show he was still annoyed and threw back the covers, surrendering his naked body to the chilly morning air.

Merlin bit his lip; the tips of his ears going red when he heard Arthur's feet hitting the floor. He knew the prince was naked behind him, and it took all his will power not to turn around and take a peek. He was careful to keep his back to the prince while he made his way behind the screen to deal with his morning absolutions. As soon as Arthur was behind the screen Merlin rushed to set out his clothes, hanging them over the privacy screen for the prince to reach.

While Arthur dressed for the day, Merlin began to collect all the dirty clothes strewn about the room. He was distracted today, more so then usual. The dragon's warning was ringing in his ears, and his magic was stirring restlessly beneath his skin. Arthur stepped out from behind the screen and sat down to his breakfast, giving a soft moan of delight as he dug in. While he ate his eyes followed his manservant around the room, he had placed all the dirty clothes by the door to be collected by the laundry servants and was sweeping now.

Merlin was being unusually quiet; His face was paler then usual and he had dark circles under his eyes. Arthur ate only half his omelette and poured himself a cup of juice. He watched his servant quietly for a while longer, his brow furrowed in concern. -Is he ill?- He found himself wondering Finally he had to brake the silence.

"Merlin." He said gruffly, startling the servant from his thoughts. "Sire?" he replied without pausing in his sweeping. "Sit down." The prince ordered out of the blue. Merlin stopped mid sweep and finally looked over at his prince. "What?" Arthur motioned impatiently at the chair on his left. "Sit down." He repeated slowly. Merlin shrugged, and after leaning the broom against the wardrobe sat gracefully in the chair.

Arthur slid the tray with his leftover breakfast over to him without a word. Merlin blinked at him rapidly, vary confused. "Arthur?" He tilted his head to the side and gave him a bewildered look. "I'm full, it's just going to get thrown out." Arthur offered as explanation, Merlin shrugged once more and dug into the last of the nearly cold omelette. He was starving, hadn't had time for breakfast.

Arthur watched him eat with narrowed blue eyes, the boy obviously hadn't eaten before coming to wake him. He idly found himself wondering how often that happened. When Merlin was done eating, Arthur slid the newly filled cup towards him. Merlin raised an eyebrow, and took the cup gratefully. "Since I haven't the time to train this morning-" He gave Merlin a pointed look, to which the servant grinned sheepishly "You can polish my armour, and muck out the stables this morning, after your done cleaning my chambers of course." Merlin simply nodded his head obviously biting back a sarcastic comment, and Arthur noticed with some satisfaction that there was some colour in the boys cheeks now.

A couple hours later, Merlin was on his way down to the kitchens with a tray full of dirty dishes. He was contemplating his lords incredibly strange behaviour from earlier, and nearly ran his friend Gwenivere; maidservant to the lady Morgana, right over. "Sorry!" Merlin cried out doing a little two-step dance backwards to keep from dropping the tray. " Good morning Merlin." Gwen smiled at him brightly, chuckling a little at her friends antics.

Gwen, on her way to the kitchens herself fell into step on his right. "How's Arthur this morning?" Merlin shrugged, his nose wrinkling slightly. "He's in a vary strange mood." And he went on to tell her what transpired earlier that morning. "Hm, weird. Morgana's in a foul mood herself" was Gwen's quiet reply, and suddenly Merlin noticed the sadness in his friends eyes. "Is something wrong? has she been mistreating you" He was quick to ask, she smiled softly and shook her head.

"No, of course not." she sighed loudly, "She hasn't been herself these last couple of weeks, hasn't been sleeping well. plagued by vivid nightmares. Even Gaius's sleeping drafts haven't been helping." Merlin frowned, Morgana had prophetic dreams, they'd started a little over a year ago. Only he and Gaius knew that her dreams were more then just nightmares, and for her own safety it had to stay that way, at least for now. "That's awful, I can see if Gaius has anything stronger for her if you'd like?" He offered.

They continued down the incredibly crowded hall, most everyone was awake now and heading to the mess hall in search their breakfasts. Servants rushed about every which way going about their daily chores and Knights streamed in and out of the Nobles wing. Gwen and Merlin were lost in their intense conversation and barely noticed the people swarming around them, so it was vary easy for their Knightly friend Gwaine to sneak up behind them.

Gwaine was one of Arthur's most loyal knights, though he'd only been one for a little over a year. He'd met Merlin and Arthur in a tavern of all places. Gwaine had been watching them since they entered the tavern; Arthur hadn't looked much like he belonged in the dirty bar but that wasn't what had caught Gwaine's attention, it was the alluring young man accompanying the blonde that drew his eyes. Merlin was breathtaking to him, even then with his dark hair and sparkling blue-green eyes, and a smile that lit up the room with it's brightness. They'd sat at a table, and the tavern's owner and only barmaid had taken their orders flirting with Merlin a little bit before she went to get their drinks.

A group of highwaymen barged in shortly after that, demanding money from the tavern owner. The Prince had been unable to stand by and watch them rough up the poor women and had picked a fight. Gwaine, having always loved a good fight couldn't help but join in when the brawl started. He'd been injured and they'd brought him back to Camelot, shortly after that he'd helped Merlin to thwart an assassination attempt on Arthur's life during a tournament. The prince had convinced his incredibly reluctant father to knight him on the spot. He'd become good friends with Arthur's servant, and had taken the knighthood at first only so he'd be allowed to stay near the alluring young man.

Gwaine spotted his friends as they passed by the knights mess hall, and he quickly crept up behind them. As soon as they paused in their intense conversation, he leaned forwards and cried out. "Boo!" loudly. Gwen gave a faint shriek of surprise, Merlin yelped and leapt a foot in the air nearly dropping the tray. "Gwaine!" He whined, dancing on the spot to keep the dishes from toppling off the tray. "Sorry, Merlin." Gwaine replied unrepentantly, and fell into step on the annoyed man's left.

The three friends chatted quietly as they walked the servants talking about their duties for the day, Gwaine often making sarcastic comments that made them all laugh. As they came up beside the kitchens they paused to say their goodbyes. Gwen rushed off to fetch her mistress' breakfast, leaving Gwaine and Merlin standing alone in the shadowed corner by the door. "Have dinner with me tonight!" the words suddenly burst from Gwaine's mouth without any input from his brain. Merlin blinked at him with wide innocent eyes, clearly confused. "Huh?"

-How can he be so oblivious?- Gwaine found himself wondering in exasperation, He'd been trying to court Merlin for months, and much to Gwen's amusement Merlin was totally oblivious to all types of flirtation. "Dinner, tonight. My treat?" Merlin shrugged and smiled brightly at the knight. "I'd love to but Arthur..."

"Can surely spare you for one night." Gwaine interrupted hopefully giving Merlin his best puppy dog eyes, he was not taking no for an answer not this time. "Okay, I'll ask." The smile that lit Gwaine's face was nearly blinding. "Great! see you later!" Gwaine said with a wave he practically skipped away, leaving a vary confused Merlin behind. "Wonder what that was about" He muttered to himself.

Merlin had just finished mucking out the stables, when he noticed it was nearly noon. -Damn it- Not only did he once again not have time to eat, but he was covered in a thin layer of dirt and unspeakable things and he certainly didn't have time to bathe. He glanced around, no one was looking at him. Deming it safe enough; Merlin stepped into a shadowed ally not far from the stables and muttered a quick cleansing spell. His eyes flashed gold and he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, like raindrops hitting his skin. He stepped back out of the shadows, the muck from the stables was gone from his clothes and skin.

For Arthur's lunch he made a thick chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes, and onions, slathered it in a creamy parmesan cheese sauce. A large bowel of fresh berries covered in a thick whipping cream served as dessert. The smells wafting from the tray made his mouth water as he made his way up to the prince's chambers. He paused as he came to the door, knocking loudly. "Sire?" He called loudly, waiting impatiently for the reply. He knew the prince was in there, he could feel him with his magic. His magic reacted strongly to Arthur's presence, hummed happily in the back of his mind if Arthur was near, and if the prince was in danger it could usually be relied on to alert him by buzzing angrily in his veins.

Arthur was reading over some vary odd and disturbing reports from the contingent of knights he'd sent to patrol the border towns in the north during the winter. The reports he was reading made him uneasy, some of them were months old and had only just made it through the mountain passes. Every town on or near the northern border had been raided during the winter, some had even been destroyed. The thing that made him so uneasy was that the reports all claimed the attackers to be the same thing; Demonic wolves led by a hooded sorceress. Half of the knight's he'd sent out were dead, the other half were stretched thin trying to keep the people in the north safe.

Something vary bad was going on out there, he could feel it in his bones. A loud knocking at the door tore him from his dark thoughts, Merlin's voice called out to him from the other side of the door. -Now that's odd- He thought to himself. -He never knocks- He glanced out the window and judged it to be just after noon -And he's on time!- Arthur snickered softly, he had a feeling he knew why Merlin was suddenly on his best behaviour.

Gwaine; one of the knights that served in his personal guard, and also a good friend. Had been in giddy all day, unable to keep the grin off his face. That could really only mean one thing, he'd finally gotten Merlin's attention. Gwaine's desire to court Merlin was well known, at least to him and Leon; the other knight in his personal guard. Gwaine had never told them of his feelings for the young bubbly young man and still thought them unaware. Leon and he had teased him relentlessly about his good mood, making jokes about what could have brought it on. Until finally a laughing Gwaine had broken down and told them that he had dinner plans with a special someone, he never said who the special someone was, but they both knew it could only be one person.

If he was right, then Merlin was about to ask for the night off. He would of course give it to him. How could he not, after witnessing his Knights obvious excitement about the evening. He'd always found Gwaine's crush on his servant to be amusing, had been silently cheering Gwaine on for the last few months.-Then why am I so reluctant to let him go?- Sighing in annoyance at his confusing thoughts and feelings about his servant, he finally called out for Merlin to enter.

Merlin was accompanied by the delicious smell of chicken parmesan, and Arthur felt his stomach rumble it's appreciation. "Smells good." He said sliding the reports off to the side so Merlin could place the heavy looking tray down in front of him. Merlin removed the lid with a small smile, Arthur was practically drooling at the sight of his sandwich. "Wow, the kitchen sure went all out today" Arthur said digging in happily. Merlin's lips thinned slightly, he hadn't told Arthur that the kitchens no longer prepared his food unless it was at a feast, and even then Merlin hovered over the kitchen maids while they prepared the prince's plate.

Merlin began putting away the clean laundry that had been delivered while they were out, carefully checking for tares as he folded and hung each article of clothing. It was quiet in the chamber both men lost in their own thoughts. Merlin was trying to figure out how to broach the subject of getting time off. Arthur's thoughts had drifted back to the odd reports he'd just read. He'd made it halfway through his sandwich when he became aware of a faint gurgling sound coming from his servant. "Merlin" He called suddenly, startling his servant.

Merlin glared over his shoulder at him, he simply motioned to the tray in front of him. "Come eat." He ordered. Merlin's brow crinkled in confusion, this was the second time the prince had ordered him to eat. "I am not hungry" He protested, just then his stomach rumbled loudly giving lie to his words. Arthur simply raised one of his well trimmed brows, Merlin sighed and dragged a chair over to the desk. Arthur watched him closely until he started eating. The prince had left him half of the chicken sandwich. "We can share desert." Merlin had to look away from the intense blue eyes. -Why is he being so nice today?-

When he was done the sandwich, Arthur offered him a cream covered strawberry. Merlin blushed, the prince had the berry held between his thumb and finger and was holding it out, obviously intending to hand feed it to his servant. After hesitating for another second he leaned forwards and took the berry from his lords fingers daintily. Moaning softly at the taste, his eyes slid shut briefly as he leaned back into his chair. Arthur's breath caught in his throat, and his pants were suddenly to tight, that had to have been the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed.

Merlin, completely oblivious to Arthur's sudden discomfort reached out and helped himself to some more of the delicious fruit, licking the cream from it . Arthur leaned back and simply watched his servant eat, it was a decidedly arousing thing to witness. -Well that explains a lot- He was thinking to himself when he suddenly noticed the concerned gaze his servant was sending his way. "Sire, you look flushed... are you well?" Merlin questioned, tilting his head to the side in a way that Arthur suddenly found vary appealing. His throat suddenly dry he reached for the jug of cider Merlin had brought with the meal and started pouring himself a cup "I'm fine," His voice came out hoarser then he was expecting, and he had to take large gulp from of cider before being able to speak again.

"Just fine" He said again with a forced smile, Merlin was biting his lip nervously obviously about to ask the question the prince was suddenly dreading. "Sire...?" Arthur bit the inside of his cheek to keep from shouting 'get on with it!' at his stuttering servant. "I was, wondering, hoping really... I mean... it's just..." He trailed off, his cheeks red. He hated asking for time off, and Arthur hated giving it to him, the prince could barely function with out him there.

"Spit it out, Merlin" Arthur finally said with a weary sigh. "Can I have the evening off?" Merlin blurted suddenly, looking at his lap rather then his lords face. "Gwaine's asked me to dine with him, and I usually say no when he asks... but he's been asking for weeks, and and today I said yes..." He trailed off, he could feel Arthur's beautiful blue eyes on his face. "I don't see why not." Arthur said after a few tense moments of silence, he'd had to force the words past the sudden lump in his throat. "I have an important matter to bring to the counsel's attention tonight so I'll spend most of the evening with father, I'm sure his servant's will be able to take care of anything I might need while your gone."

The smile Merlin flashed him was nearly blinding in its beauty, and he suddenly felt better about saying yes. "You may as well have the rest of the day off then" Arthur said. "to prepare for your date!" He added playfully, Merlin blushed at his teasing. "Date?" Merlin turned the word into a question and Arthur had to laugh, apparently Merlin really was that oblivious. "You must be joking." Merlin said shaking his head in bemusement. "Must I?" Arthur shot back, still chuckling he waved Merlin away. "Go, enjoy your afternoon off."

A/N: I have to stop here, or it'll just drag on forever! so pretty please read and review let me know what you all think.