Eee. This one's SUPER short. Response to the word prompt 'patter'.
Soft drops of rain fell on the roof of the castle, echoing through the rooms and hallways. In one room, Prince Arthur had been sitting in a chair, whilst his servant, Merlin, dried and polished his armor. They had been hunting in the rain all day, and Merlin was exhaused. He smiled at his reflection in Arthur's knee-plate, satisfied that he was finally done and could leave the prat alone.
Merlin started to stand up, rag in hand. "OW!"
Arthur, apparently, had fallen asleep. And, in his sleep, he had grabbed a handful of Merlin's raven hair. Merlin tried to gently pull away, but the prince wouldn't budge. Finally, Merlin lifted a hand to pry Arthur's fingers away.
"Merww..." Arthur shifted, frowning.
Merlin rolled his eyes. He sighed, and leaned against Arthur's knee, closing his eyes.
Above him, Arthur smiled in his sleep.