Here's my latest chapter for Clark, who has just arrived in Caamelot. It's from the perspective of Arthur so I really hope that you enjoy. I've tried to have Arthur think and speak the way I believe he would in this situation. If you don't agree then please review and give tips. If you're enjoying our writing then by all means continue.
Arthur strutted down towards the royal stables, he was furious that his wayward manservant had not yet finished cleaning the stables and returned to attend to him. Arthur was worried that something might have happened. Well, he was concerned, after all who would clean his room, wash his clothes and fetch him his meals.
It had just started to get dark as the sun set and the moon slowly rose to light the eerie kingdom to in which was Camelot.
Arthur had been sitting in his chambers fusing over the upcoming conference when he had finally decided to go and investigate on his manservants where a bout's and find out exactly what was taking him so long.
Arthur had sudden realised the tardiness of his manservant and had found it peculiar. By this time Merlin would have dressed him for the night and brought up his dinner.
Yes, it was true that Merlin was a shabby manservant and could never really complete his jobs on time, but Arthur had come to love those quirky qualities that was Merlin and needed to check that all was well.
Arthur had been told from an early age by his father that servants were expected to be proper and to be on time and complete there chores to a high standard that would be considered suitable for royalty. All of the servants that had attended Arthur in the past had always addressed him as 'Sire' or 'my lord'. Merlin seemed to however be the first to of treated Arthur differently and had stripped him of all his princely titles. Merlin was the only one who treated him as an equal and as a friend and not just his superior. This was what cause Arthur to become attached to his manservant as there was truly something different about Merlin that Arthur found enduring.
It was probably those unusually large ears or the way Merlin could spring up a joke in the most despairing times. They had always had their own unique way of bonding though the insults they threw at one another. Merlin had a way of coming up with the most inventive insults, though Arthur would never admit of their brilliance. 'Clot pole' had always been one of Merlin's absolute favourites, however 'Royal prat' had been the first. It seemed that no matter how many insults Arthur sprung back at Merlin, his manservant could always return a witty come back which would leave him speechless.
So in the lack of Merlin's presence for such occasions, this meant that Arthur was left to care for himself which he was not about to start doing. Only this afternoon he had instructed Merlin to clean the stables and still he hadn't returned.
And so Arthur found himself swiftly marching down towards the royal stables in a right mood to hit his useless manservant over the head with the back of his sword. He had never really been so forceful on a servant before when it came to chores or hunting expeditions. The truth was that Arthur really cared for his manservant. He was a servant that was extremely brave and incredibly loyal, not at all cowardly and he couldn't bear to lose him.
As he entered the stables his thoughts flew to the possible scenarios that might great him.
Would Merlin be spawned out on the ground after falling asleep on the job?
This definitely seemed the most possible explanation for his manservant's tardiness. What he was greeted with however as he entered the stable, a solitary figure lying flat in the centre of a hay pile. This was not at all surprising and was expected entirely. Arthur had to glance away as a small laugh and smirk escaped him. It seemed almost humouring that his servant would fall asleep on the job, though Arthur didn't have time for this.
He marched over to the figure of his servant lying on the hay pile and jabbed his foot into his side while promptly boasting "Merlin, how can you fall asleep on me again. It's not as if I'm over work….."
A groan erupted from his servant below him on the hay and he turned to face him slightly, his dark locks covering his face. Arthur sighed but was slightly taken back by the difference in his servant's appearance.
Merlin had never had hair that long had he…and his arms where much larger than the normal skinny twigs merlin had disguised as arms.
The man's eyes opening slightly and seemed to focus on him for a moment, before closing once more in a daze as he moved his head into the sight of Arthur.
Arthur's breath caught in his throat as he realised that this figure lying in the hay pile was not his servant, not even close.