a/n: thanks to everyone for reading, and the few, the proud, the reviewers!
A growing knot on the back of his head and a perfectly soured mood was what Merlin had received for delivering Arthur's breakfast a little more direct than usual. Not to mention all of the chores the slighted king had tacked onto Merlin's schedule, including (surprise) mucking out the stables. All of which Merlin owed a certain "noble" dragon for.
If nothing else, Merlin was hell bent on informing said dragon exactly where the king ought to put that list of chores.
As Merlin neared the clearing, however, all thought was driven from him by a soul shattering scream.
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