Merlin examined his reflection in the mirror. He supposed he looked pretty alright. Nice, even. It was definitely different, but sometimes change was needed. It was time to show Arthur he wasn't just that boy who had walked into Camelot all those years ago, that he had secrets, that he had potential to be more. He was tired of hiding behind a facade. Steeling his resolve, Merlin marched upstairs to Arthur's chambers.
Arthur opened his eyes groggily, before sitting up in shock, "Merlin."
"Yes, Sire?"
"Where's your neckerchief?"
"...Just in the wash, Sire," Merlin sighed. Well, there was always tomorrow.