"Oh, there you are, Arthur," Uther drawled, striding down the corridor towards his son. Merlin ducked away from Arthur and around the corner, not wanting to be seen. From between the stones walls, he listened closely to what Uther was saying.

"Make sure that your men are ready. I wouldn't put it past some conniving witch to take advantage of the state the kingdom is in right now."

"Of course, Father, we're always ready."

Merlin poked his head out as Uther left. He managed to get a glimpse of his cold, dark eyes. It was time to act.