Merlin was sick of cleaning and polishing Arthur's armour and boots. He decided that it was time to confront his slave-driver/friend/best friend/son of the
King of Camelot.
He took the armour, and walked to Arthur's chamber's with purpose and pride.
He rapped twice on the door, and waited for the usual grunt. There was no reply.
Merlin opened the door slowly, and peered in. Arthur was nowhere to be seen. This worried Merlin, naturally, as Arthur would only do any exercise (i.e
walking out of his chamber) if it was for an important or critical military situation.
Merlin decided to confront his annoyance surrounding his job later, and put the armour back in his chamber before going out to find Arthur.
He looked in the Great Hall. The servants chambers (he wasnt sure why... but it had to be checked). Morgana's chambers. The King's chambers. The
kitchen. Even the many corridors and hallways all around the castle.
Merlin could only see one other possible solution, so begrudgingly made his way to the tavern.
'Surprise surprise.' Merlin thought to himself, as he found Arthur drunkedly betting with a few other knights.
"Sir. You are needed back at the castle." Merlin lied through his teeth.
Arthur laughed, and made no effort to get up or even acknowledge Merlin's existence. "Dont be a fool Merlin." He smirked. "No one needs me at this
time of night... well not anyone in the castle anyway" Arthur looked knowingly at Gwain - who was sat next to him - and laughed at his own joke.
Merlin shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably and then decided what he had to do. He flexed his hand slowly, careful not to draw any attention
to himself. His eyes flashed golden, and Merlin cast them to the floor to hide this.
Almost immediatly, the tavern's tables were all in flames. No other part of it was, and the fire was not spreading either.
Arthur stood up, gave his order' s to his men, and trudged out with Merlin. The sound of water was heard as the two made their way back to the castle.
Arthur could not walk solo, and had to be half carried, half dragged back to his chambers.
Merlin lowered him down on his four poster bed, and removed his shoes, shirt and trousers. He decided that was enough, as he thought Arthur would not
like it if he stripped him down.
Arthur, who was thought to be asleep or had passed out, was fully conscious and aware of this, and he did not know how to react.
On one hand, he could not believe Merlin had undressed him, and on the other he was disappointed Merlin had not fully.
Pretending to be asleep, Arthur lolloped his hand onto Merlins thigh, as Merlin had started to get up and walk away.
Merlin gasped, and remained still for a few moments. He could not understand this, as he had loved Arthur for so long, and had reached the conclusion
that nothing would ever become of it.
Eventually, Merlin managed to stand up and walk out, shrugging it off as he did not, obviously, know Arthur had meant to do such a thing.