Sorry, for the long wait. I had writer's bloke and I'm writing a Sherlock fic at the same time.
Merlin finished getting dressed when Bob walked in. The servant handed him his bowl of porridge. Thanking him, Merlin started to walk up and down behind his new desk, looking at the reports. Casually, Bob started to make Merlin's bed. Finishing his porridge, Merlin picked up a report.
He stared at it.
"What am I meant to do with these again?" Merlin asked his servant, as if he was meant to know anything about being a Prince.
"Not sure Mister M, why don't you do something better with your time than trying to figure out what to do with those reports," Bob suggested, finishing making Merlin's bed quicker than Merlin ever made Arthur's.
"Like what?" Merlin moaned flopping back on his bed, making it a mess. Rolling his eyes the servant dashed to the other side of the bed and knelt down.
"Try and prove you're not a Prince, maybe?" Bob said slowly and it clogged in Merlin's head.
"You're right Bob... How?" Merlin asked, jumped off the bed. Bob stood up and shrugged.
"Dunno, that's what you got to think of," Bob said, remaking Merlin's bed. "Also, you've got breakfast with the king so you might wanna hop along."
"But I just ate!" Merlin groaned and Bob shrugged as the Prince walked out the room.
Merlin forced another mouthful of grapes into his mouth and ate them. Morgana and Uther were fighting over the fact that he was Arthur again. It had been two days since Merlin had hired Arthur to teach him to sword fight and Uther had been unhappy about that, but all Merlin had to do was talk about how he was the Prince of Camelot and Uther gave in. Merlin needed to keep Arthur close to him anyhow. He could not have the future King of Camelot getting into trouble now could he?
Morgana threw an apple at Uther who just dodged it and he shouted at her, but Merlin was too busy thinking of how he was going to prove that he wasn't king. Uther threw a knife at Morgana who threw a fork back at him.
"Merlin, tell him you're not the Prince and that Arthur is!" Morgana screamed at him breathless.
"Arthur, tell her how you are the Prince and that that servant who's teaching you to sword fight isn't!" Uther hissed, his face red as fire.
Merlin looked up at the pair, only just returning to reality.
"Will you two stop arguing?" Merlin said. "Don't the pair of you have anything better to do? Because I do, so excuse me," he said and pushed himself out of his seat and stormed off out of the hall, leaving a very shocked Uther and Morgana.
Merlin fell backwards onto his back for the eighth time that training session. The young Warlock could see why Arthur had been called the best fighter in Albion. Bob helped Merlin climb to his feet.
"It's funny to watch you fall over, you know that?" Bob said, brushing dirt off the side of Merlin's armour.
"Thanks," Merlin said.
"No problem Mister M... Hey, when you get the flow of this, maybe you could teach me! It looks simple, like a dance," Bob said and walked away to let Merlin's and Arthur's fight continue. Merlin shook his head. How was this ever simple?
Arthur flew forwards and Merlin blocked his attack, kicking his leg and then slamming his shield into him, forcing him backwards. A fancy turn and wrist movement later, Arthur had pushed Merlin back and created a distance between them. Merlin watched Arthur move for a moment and it hit him.
Like a dance.
Merlin would never admit it, especially to Arthur, but Merlin was quite a good dancer. Back in Elador, they'd dance after a hard day of working in the fields. Merlin was one of the best out of the boys out of dancing and he wasn't far off from being one of the best singers either.
Merlin slid his left foot forward and blocked Arthur attack. He then turned, and with the handle of his sword, hit Arthur on the back and he fell face first down into the dirt. The young Warlock dropped his sword and beneath his helmet, his mouth was wide open in shock. Bob jogged up to Merlin.
"Time to run Bob," Merlin said, pulling his helmet off.
"But he's not the Prince –"
"Who cares, he has a temper," Merlin replied, grabbing the servant by his collar and dragging him away. The pair made a break for the castle.
"We're going to Morgana because?" Bob asked after they had run to Merlin's chamber and got his armour off. Merlin had then declared that they were going to see Morgana.
"Because," Merlin said as they walked up the stairway to the Lady Morgana's chamber. "I have a theory as to why everyone accepts that I'm Prince. Everyone in the room had touched that book – the diary – however, if I'm right, Morgana hasn't, then the book might be enchanted and –"
"Why would it be enchanted?"
"Why would Uther, Gaius and Arthur all fall for this?" Merlin asked.
"Fair point," Bob nodded.
"This, and I'm going to ask if she has any soap you could borrow... Or a hair brush," Merlin knocked on Morgana's door whilst Bob smelt his underarms and smoothed his hair. The door was then opened by Gwen, who smiled at them both.
They were both greeted and welcomed in and Morgana was more than pleased to see them. After Merlin had left breakfast, Morgana and Uther hadn't argued, in fact, they'd actually talked decently.
"So, to what do I owe this pleasure Merlin," Morgana asked, smiling. Merlin could hear Bob gulp behind him and could only smile. Morgana walked over to the table and sat down. She begun to write something.
"Did you ever get to touch the diary of Nimueh by any chance?" Merlin asked, raising both eyebrows. Morgana frowned.
"I was allowed to read it, but Uther held it," she explained, putting her quill down. "I found it ridiculously unfair as everyone else in the court got to hold and read from the book –"
"Yes, so unfair," Merlin agreed, not really listening as the Lady continued talking about how unfair Uther was. Merlin was thinking. "Bob we've got somewhere to be, see you Morgana," Merlin said, walking straight out of the room before anyone could say a thing. Bob ran after him.
"What about my soap?" he called, chasing his master.
"Forget that! We have an enchantment to break!"
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