Merlin stumbled inside Arthur's chambers, exhausted. He just got finished killing some magical creature with his unusually powerful magical powers which was a pain in his magical backside.
"Ah, Merlin," Arthur perked up, oblivious to Merlin's heroic deed. "I'm glad you're back. I need you to clean my room, polish my armor, wash my socks, muck out the sta-"
"Why," Merlin complained.
"What? It's your job."
Merlin looked at a random space. "Why are you doing this? You like to see me suffer?" Merlin exploded. "She says she loves me, but… she whumps the life out of me!"
"Who?"
"Writing-at-random!"
A/N: A bit odd, I know, but it was fun to write! A million 'thank you's to everyone! Remember, I love reviews!
Starts with a D: I hope so; otherwise, Merlin's efforts were useless.
eFox: Thanks! Drabbles are so addicting and I have caught the bug!
