Authors Note: Yeah headaches and too many games. I would just like to give AzaleasDolls Credit for the image. She's brilliant she is. Wonderful games beautiful designs. Love them. I own nothing.
2. Pocket sized Problems
Arthur woke up to the sound of a knock on his door. The drawer snored lightly. That got his attention, and then he saw the bottle and relaxed a little.
"Come in." She started awake at his voice and glared up at him. The door opened and instead of his useless bootlicker Lady Morgana's best friend and maid came in, eyes cast down respectfully.
"My apologies sire, but George is ill and cannot serve you today. I'll be stepping in on his behalf this morning and Moris is to be assisting you on the training ground." Arthur nodded and sat up. The drawer yawned and Gwen jumped a little.
"Sire?"
"Yes?"
"What was that?" Arthur grinned and picked up the bottle out of his drawer.
"That was this; Sir Dryren gave it to me as a birthday present." The tiny girl crossed her arms and huffed.
"First off I am not an it, I'm a girl. Secondly I have a name, not that you bothered to ask for it. And thirdly I am not a possession! I am a living breathing fairy. Also I think she may have stopped breathing Arthur…" Arthur looked up at Gwen who looked shocked at the bottle in his hand.
"She's harmless, as long as she's in here. Shouldn't you be helping Morgana? And tell her I don't appreciate her sending you to spy on me. She's corrupting you, don't let her." Arthur laughed, Gwen simply curtsied after setting down the breakfast tray. She curtsied again and left. Arthur shook his head.
"What?" The bottled fairy asked sitting on her knees as the bottle was too small to stand up in.
"Everyone's a bootlicker, at least around me." The fairy barked a laugh.
"DUH! You're their prince, though really you are an ass." He frowned at the bottle. There was silence for a moment while he set her down next to the tray and sat down in front of the tray. He began to eat and go over his daily schedule in his mind when he heard a sigh from the bottle. He looked down and almost laughed. The girl was sitting playing with a hole in her leggings looking very bored. He continued to eat in silence however until it seemed the fairy could take it no more.
"You know why you're an ass, besides the whole keeping me in a bottle thing?" Arthur rolled his eyes.
"That whole talk we had yesterday and not once did you ask me my name. I thought knights were supposed to have chivalry. Well that's the legend anyway, I've never met a knight who had any kind of chivalry. Attacking unarmed children from behind? That's low even for you lot." Arthur glared down at her. Who was she to accuse him of being un-chivalrous? He conveniently forgot that she was his prisoner, bound inside a bottle that was too small for her anyway.
"Who are you to lecture me on chivalry?" She crossed her arms at him and kicked the side of the bottle.
"I'm the sixteen year old fairy trapped in a jar, who is being kept as a trophy by a prince who hasn't asked my name in the several hours he has known me. I'm stuck in a jar that's too small for me to stand up in. You call this chivalry?! I'd hate to see what you call inhospitable." She leaned back against the jars side.
Arthur frowned down at her and was about to respond when someone knocked on his door. He snatched the bottle off the table and quickly shoved it in the nearest drawer he could find.
"Keep quiet." He hissed and called to the door.
"Enter." Moris entered and helped Arthur into his armor. He dismissed him to the training field. Then he went back over to the drawer and opened it, pulling out the bottle and making sure the girl was unharmed.
"Ow. Was that necessary, you prat?" She rubbed her head. He set her down, this time on his bedside table behind a book and a candlestick.
"Yes it was. I don't want everyone to know you're here. I mean I'm not sure what my father would do." The fairy frowned.
"Are you actually trying to be a gentleman?" Arthur shook his head, then nodded, then shrugged.
"I'm not sure. Maybe you're just fun to tease. Now stay here until I get back." The fairy glared at him.
"It's not like I'm going anywhere." She grumbled. He was almost out the door when he remembered.
"What's your name anyway?" She flashed him a smile then stuck out her tongue again.
"It's Merlin, you prat." He rolled his eyes and left. He did not lock the door however. He really should have, as that would have prevented Lady Morgana sneaking into his room with her maid servant Gwen once they were sure Arthur was busy training.
"You're sure Gwen?" The dark skinned maid nodded vigorously.
"Of course My Lady, I saw her with my own eyes. The size of my fist and locked up in a bottle that's not much bigger." Morgana frowned and shook her head.
"I knew Dryren was that kind of man but I never thought that Arthur would stoop that low." Morgana scanned the room and found what she was looking for on Arthur's bedside table. The bottle was a bit larger than Arthur's closed fist and the tiny figure inside it was a little smaller than that. She looked like she had been beaten up pretty badly. She was pale and looked like she was falling asleep. Morgana crept forward and knelt down to look at the bottle. The fairy jumped and looked over at her, rubbing her head since she had bumped it on the bottle.
"It's ok; we're here to help you." The fairy looked up at her confused. Morgana gently picked up the bottle and tucked it in her pocket. Merlin for her part had no idea what was going on and wasn't sure she wanted to know what was going to happen next.