As the doors of Camelot opened more thousand people filtered into the vast throne room. The room seemed to bulge as people, Nobles and peasants a like disregarded the set occupancy limit the room could possibly hold. The knights watched as more people crested the hill leading from the village and swore well heartedly. They would have to close the doors forcing those of base birth to stand outside and listen only from the open windows set into the walls of the throne room. One figure in kind swayed in and out of the sea of bodies trying to get to the door that was behind the heavily decorated alter. They hopped over the set of red flowers streaming the ground on the edge of the red lush carpet and came down wrong on the steps. His body went sideways and he, on instinct, reached out for the nearest thing to steady himself. It was just his luck that it happens to be the cloth on the stone peddle stool which sat adjacent and to the left of the throne. Merlin watched with horror as the contents on top of the cloth started to fall to the floor: the newly made crown and the golden lance of the king. Merlin quickly dove for them and caught them before they hit the ground. Caching them he gently put them back on the stone and sighed. Seeing a smudged on the crown he quickly used his shirt to buff it out. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed and was glad to find no one was paying attention they were too busy either talking amongst themselves or gapping at the castle and the lavish décor set up for the day.

"You do realize Arthur will have your head if he finds out you've ruined his crown before it's even on his pretty head?"

Merlin turned around to the find Gawain and smiled at the shaggy haired knight, "Not if he doesn't find out."

Gawain pushed of the wall he was leaning against, "Find out what?" the knight smirked and winked. His face then grew serious like, "Arthur wants to see you before the ceremony."

Merlin tried to hide his worry he knew must show on his face but failed at it when Gawain smiled and put an arm around his shoulder, "You gotta see the princess sometime."

Merlin nodded and walked with Gawain through the door and down the hall to Arthur's rooms. To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He was apprehensive of seeing Arthur ever since two weeks ago the young prince just so happen to stumble across Merlin using magic. And while they talked and Arthur accepted him he was still waiting for the axe to come down and Arthur thrown in the dungeons or worse- banish him. It did not help he was in a relationship with the prince either. In fact, to Merlin it made it more nerve-wracking.

When they reached the Prince's doors, Gawain bade leave of merlin with a smile and left Merlin to knock on the door. Merlin let out a breath, raised his fist, and knocked. When he was bade to enter, Merlin walked in, stood in the middle of the room and looked at the prince.

Arthur was fashioned in full mail and Pendragon ensemble. His sword was at his side in his sheath like always. He looked like the King he would become today. Merlin looked at his prince, future king, best friend, and the man who was courting him and froze at the serious almost thundering expression on his face.

"Merlin," he said looking his manservant in the eye, "I've come to a crucial decision about your magic and what I have to say is in the best interest for everyone involved and the kingdom…

Comets anyone?