"How did this happen?" Arthur rears on his hind legs and stamps his hooves angrily. Merlin backs away, accidently striking the table and spilling the contents onto the floor. The crash startled him and the animalistic side urges him to flee, run for safety, run for cover. He jumps, emitting a high-pitched frightened neigh. 'Merlin, calm yourself!" Arthur snaps, stepping forward, head moving sharply up and down in a calming gesture. The warlock forces restraint on the wayward side of him though privately he wants nothing more than to have a colossal breakdown or run to Gaius. He should go to Gaius. Again, the glint in Arthur's eyes arrests him to the spot. Gaius might be able to help. "How are we to get to Gaius? Merlin" Arthur's voice is saturated in bitter annoyance, "Do you suppose we are like Pegasus that we can just fly out the window?"
"No." Merlin mutters, bowing his head. Arthur horse is beautiful, a silky mane of gold brushes against fiery blue eyes. Eyes of a champion fighter. Powerful muscles line his sleek body, the colour a mixture of honey and cream. He is truly a glorious sight and Merlin is compelled by his own self-aware inferiority to lower his head in supplication. Apparently, the alpha male syndrome would ensure Merlin remained subservient to the Prince. The realization filters through Merlin, he grows peevish and agitated as a result. Arthur looks at Merlin, "What is it now?" "Just thinking about how we can change into human." Was the even reply.
"Well, any ideas?"
Merlin shakes his narrow head, bangs flying. Arthur meant to sigh but from a horse, it sounds like a snort, an exasperated snort. "So what do we do now? Come on, Merlin think of something useful!"
'So far the only useful thing you have done is ask stupid questions." The uncharitable thought passes through Merlin's mind as he makes the assumption without voicing it in his head that Arthur is behaving more like an ass than a horse. "Really and how exactly have you made yourself useful?" Arthur retorts with equal spite.
"You can read my thoughts!" Aghast and terrified at the mere suggestion. It would surely not turn out well for him.
"Of course, my situation has to get worse. I get treated to the private rantings of my idiot servant." Merlin humphs and silences more mean things that want to flutter in his head and relieve the stress of having such a master. "We cannot stay here."
Arthur tries to manoeuvre himself to at least face the door. Instead he bumps into the hard, wooded dresser and hurts his hindquarters on a stray stool. "This place is not exactly build for two horses." Merlin surmises, giving Arthur a look. The horse neighs at him and Merlin gets this strange feeling that he was trying to pronounce idiot. Hooves clack loudly on the floor. "What we need to do Merlin, is find a way out of here! Then we need to find a way to destroy the shirt." Merlin indicates with his snout the tatters of clothing on the floor. Arthur follows his gaze and notes that the shirt would not ever be a problem again. "Then we should probably-maybe we can-if we could." Thoughts fell over themselves, jumbling madly in his head; he struggles for clarity, to make sense of the insane situation. Merlin wants to commiserate, say something comforting but then remembering how testy Arthur horse is-he opts for silence and watching the frustrated animal attempt pacing in anguish within the small confines of the room. As the human Arthur was prone to do. It is an amusing sight.
Two harsh raps resound in the room. Merlin and Arthur freeze, icy chills of dread descend the curves of their back. "Arthur. Is everything alright?" Recognizing the harsh, blunt timbre of King Olaf. They share a glance between them, apprehensive dismay swirling, glowing forebodingly like pearls in their concave eyes. How were they ever going to get out of this mess? The door flies open with a bang, the king stalks in with two guards in tow. The first thought through Merlin's mind was that he had imagined it. It couldn't possibly be true. The event that had just transpired. Maybe it was a mirage. Surely, there was nothing in King Olaf's stare to provoke such a response from Arthur. The King was caught off guard, he had not been expecting to find a magnificent beast when he entered Arthur's chambers. He was furthermore knocked flat in shocked awe when it charged at him.