Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
A/N: Enjoy!
He never thought Merlin would stoop this low. Sure, he might have been more than a little abrasive recently and Merlin had seemed more upset, red eyed and tired. He wasn't quite as oblivious as Merlin liked to think he was.
The random objects in his boots, cold baths, and unorthodox breakfasts he could handle. They were juvenile, rather unoriginal but none of them were particularly mean.
But, it was too far.
It was a normal meeting with his father and the lords when he started to twitch, then squirm.
He couldn't believe he put itching power in his clothes.