Summary: Merlin tells Uther he has magic. *Gulp* This can't end well, can it? Nope because what fun would that be?
A/N: This is a continuation of To kill the prince which will have 2 more parts.
A/N #2: Thank you to those that review. It's great to know that you are enjoying the stories!
Chapter 3: Emrys trumps king
"Honestly what do you even do to get it this dirty?" Merlin asked the broom. "It looks like you've been rolling in the mud like a pi– you know what, that actually makes sense. I forgive you. I mean you can't exactly choose your ancestry." Here he chuckled before adding, "crown pig of Camelot".
Uther's face had never reddened so much so fast in all of the nobles' memory. "Boy!" he barked.
Merlin stood up and turned around. Upon seeing the king a smile formed on his face. "Ah just the man. Uther Pendragon himself. I guess you have some things to answer for don't you?"
"I am the king, and I answer to no one you insolent boy!"
"Yeah and I'm Emrys, the greatest sorcerer to ever walk this earth, which trumps your lousy title."
A deadly silence settled over the group.
Merlin walked towards Uther pointing his finger accusingly. "I'm conveniently also the LAST dragonlord so do you really want to test me?" At the last word the finger landed on Uther's nose. Which was connected to the very real-and-definitely-not-a-figment-of-his-imagination Uther.
Merlin gulped.
Then he ran at the wall and knocked himself out before the king could.