As they arrived at the palace, merlin was looking around at the seemingly gigantic rooms and halls. He smiled at the pretty maids you walks past, who awed at the small boy. Arthur ignored them and continued on his way until he reached the Kings chambers. He knocked once, breifly, waiting for a 'Come in' to emerge, then pushed open the doors.
"Ah, Arthur. I was wondering where you hurried off to this morning." Uther mumbled, looking over his work after glancing up at Arthur.
"My lord, I'd like to request another servant due to complications with Merlin." Arthur spoke, watching his father fret over all of his paperwork.
Uther looked up, confused,"What complications might we be talking about?"
"Merlin." Arthur called.
He glanced back at the door, only to see an empty hall. Arthur spun on his heel and went back out to the hall, looking around until he spotted Merlin looking up in awe at one of the many paintings.
"Merlin!" Arthur barked.
Merlin jumped and looked at him, then ran over to him.
"Yes?"
"Quit mucking about," Arthur chided, kneeling and picking him up.
Merlin pouted but leaned his cheek against the crook of Arthur's neck.
Uther, amused by the scene, stood, pointing at Merlin.
"Is that him?" He asked.
Arthur wanted to reply with some sarcastic remark but decided against it,"Yes, my lord. He had a spell cast on him. I spoke with one of the guards to search the towns for anything already, lest we have an attacker."
Uther looked over Merlin, who shrunk back against Arthur under the kings gaze. Uther stepped back with a sigh.
"Fine. Report to me later what the guards find." He agreed.
Arthur nodded and turned out of the door, letting the guards shut it. He didn't bother setting Merlin down, just walked down the hall to his own chambers. There he dropped Merlin onto the bed, who giggled, getting up on his hands and knees, bouncing lightly on the soft material.
Arthur watched him with interest as Merlin looked around, sitting back on his knees.
"Youw woom is messy," He commented.
Arthur glanced around at the chaos he spoke of.
"Yes, and who's fault is that?" He asked rhetorically.
"Youws!" Merlin giggled, enjoying the game.
Arthur scowled and proceeded to straighten up his room, attempting to ignore Merlins childish humming and bouncing on the bed.
