AN: So here is the latest chapter. The next one shouldnt be that long before I upload. Enjoy! Oh yeah, Merlin isnt even close to being mine:(

Chapter 8: Horror of Horrors

Uther was walking down the halls of Camelot, softly whistling to himself. Uther Pendragon, king of Camelot, was having a simply fantastic day. He had been so busy with affairs of state; neighbours wanting to go to war, problems in the lower town (there had been a few riots lately at a tavern; what was it called… the Red Herring?), food shortages and of course a few executions to be ordered. All in all, a very wonderful day.

Uther had been so busy with actual king stuff that he had barely spared a moments thought to the problem of his ward and the servant. Of course, he had ordered Arthur to excuse the said boy from his presence, otherwise no work would have been done at all. When it had first entered into the room with Arthur, Uther had had to hold himself back from launching across the table, grabbing the boy by the throat and demand an explanation for his behaviour with his daughter!

But that would not have been a good thing, as only Gaius actually knows that Morgana is his daughter after all. And it would not have done any good for his advisors to find that little fact out while he was trying to bash in the brains of a stupid looking servant boy.

But, Uther was not about to let the mornings unpleasantness upset him. He had had a good day, and it was going to stay that way!

He was just contemplating what to have for dinner, when he stopped, frozen in his tracks. His heart seemed to stop beating. No! This could not be happening! He was having a good day, it did not deserve to be treated like this! The HORROR!

The reason behind Uther's internal screams of dismay was quite simple. He had just seen his son, Arthur, walking beside that servant girl, Gwen. And Arthur had been smiling!

Uther dashed behind a pillar, clinging onto it for support. This could not be happening, he thought to himself. That whole affair about Arthur and Gwen was supposed to be done and over with! What could have possibly happened to make it start again?

Uther tried to gasp for breath as the only possible answer hit him. The relationship between Morgana and Merlin! It had to be. The romance between the two of them had inspired Arthur to return to his crazy affections for that girl. There was no other possible reason.

Well, he was king and Uther would have none of this. It was one thing for his daughter to be hanging onto a servant, but his son and heir? Impossible. Uther straightened out his crown and cloak, determined to stop Arthur and confront him. He stepped out from behind the pillar…

And promptly sagged against the wall. It seemed that fate was punishing him for his good day. Any thoughts of Arthur and the servant girl were driven from his mind, for he had just seen Morgana leave a small alcove, wearing a very self-satisfied look (almost a smirk, but his gentle little girl could never do that) on her face. And leaving a moment after her was the boy servant, Merlin.

Uther vowed to never have a good day again.