Disclaimer: My dear ones, I regret to inform you that Merlin *sob* is not mine after all.
"Alright, I'm stumped. Why are we in a closet?" Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Because, Merlin, we're hiding."
"Why is that, pray tell?"
"Because my father has invited Lord Gregorian to Camelot."
"But that means…"
"…Gregorian brought his daughter." Merlin shuddered; Eunice was… unpleasant. Merlin frowned.
"Uther doesn't want…"
"A marriage? Yes he does."
Merlin paused and asked: "Arthur, why am I here?"
"Merlin, I am Crown Prince."
"So?"
"I need entertainment until I am ready to come out of this closet!"
Merlin had a bad feeling as if, someday centuries in the future, that phrase would mean something else entirely.