Mornings
Arthur awoke to the sound of a gentle but firm "Sire." He moaned, seriously considering the advantages of staying in bed.
"Sire," Not-Merlin said more insistently.
All Arthur wanted to do was bury his head under the pillows, because, although he'd never admit it, he had found the only way he woke up properly these days was with a sudden blast of sunlight to the face and a horribly cheerful "Rise and shine!" But he couldn't stay in bed, could he? There was no Merlin to drag him out of bed (often literally), just a model servant. A bootlicker, Merlin would call him. Groaning softly, he got out of bed and blearily listened to Not-Merlin tell him his schedule for the day.
He dismissed Not-Merlin as soon as he could, completely ignoring his morning council meeting in favor of finding where his idiot manservant had disappeared to this time.
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