Hey guys, I'm back with a new chapter! sorry yet again due to this chapter being the shortest so far but I'm going to make it up to you by writing more next time! :)

Irene: just wanted to say thank you for your constructive advice and have tried to follow your advice in this chapter!, I'm not really on deviantart at the moment because I'm not sure what is, due to being completely new to this lol :')

As Merlin closed the doors to Arthur's chambers, the humming vocal got louder; he looked sideways down the hallway to see which path he was supposed to be taking and took a right. Stepping down the stone staircase he made his way down to the court yard and began to ignore the busy chatter of people to make out which direction sounded the loudest when turning his head. Wagons creaked their way down to the stands stood full of fruit and vegetables, Camelot's guards armour clashed and pounded the ground every time the guard decided to move a singular part of his body and the merest sound of children, playing with each other and shouting encouraging banter as their soft yet harsh feet touched the earth. Merlin nudged himself with his shoulder and tried to concentrate more on where the sound was coming from, he walked forwards into the busy crowd and the painful rush of humming came into his right ear. Lifting his head from the slight surprise the kings stables came into focus. He jogged calmly towards it and straight to Arthur's horse where he first checked for his princes lined parchment, all of a sudden a very high pitched humming came to his left ear which caused him to groan out loud and force his left ear down with his shoulder. He looked in that direction and found a black, leathered rucksack resting just upon a bit of hay, slumped up against the wall. Merlin frowned in confusion and thought to himself "that's not Arthur's bag" he slowly walked towards the bag, looked in both directions in case someone sneaked up on him and unlaced the bag, displaying the well popular parchment lying just on top of a wooden box. He quickly slid the map into his inside pockets and instantly got attracted to the wooden, unhinged box which laid before him, the high pitched form faded away while a new voice raised to merlins ears.

"Perpetuas Silentio Veniam" the whisper over lapped continuously in a circle, forcing Merlin to come closer to the box, to make him feel the soft yet rugged oak of this square object, which came into more importance than a couple of seconds ago.

"HEY!" Merlin snapped out of his own-track of thought and quickly redone the lace of the bag, taking a step away from it, a 30 year old man came into focus with brown, mopped hair which swept his wrinkles away with no less than a flick of the neck.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" Merlin sensed the anger in the green-eyed man and decided to not question him about the fact of him getting his hands on the princes map.

"Nothing, nothing I was just cleaning out the stables for prince Arthur"

"Oh, so you're the princes servant,…I've heard a lot about you, sniffing around other peoples business when there's no reason to meddle around in the first place"

"I was just cleaning out the stables"

"I'm sure you were, with your hands?, don't try to fool me boy!, I know your type. Steeling what you can in order to get good profit in life"

"Honestly I wasn't steeling"

"Then what do you call going into someone else's bag and taking whatever you want from it called?"

"I HAVEN'T TOOK ANYTHING WHICH BELONGS TO YOU. I SWEAR! CHECK ME IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME!" the conversation went silent in what Merlin thought was hours on end, the man gave daggered eyes to his opponent and stepped up more closely to Merlins face.

"Do you know what boy, if I find out your fibbing to me, then I'll string you up and hang you myself for the whole court to see" the tension raised up slightly and stopped. The man lifted his black leather bag in one simple swing and set off towards the market place. Merlin huffed in relief and agitation at the same time and decided to set off towards Arthur's chambers. He thought to himself "why did that labourer have Arthur's map in his bag? Why was he so protective over his property? And what and why was that box he had in his grasp?.

Merlin hopped up a couple of steps towards the princes chambers and thought over the whole situation, all Merlin knew for now was that whatever that man was up to, it was far from good on any level. He knocked, then entered through the door.

Just to let you know "Perpetuas Silentio Veniam" means the ever lasting silence will come :)