So Merlins a prince. Yay! I'm sorry I took so long to upload I had trouble with writer's block, a power cut and a sleepover so sorry. I've had problems uploading so I'm sorry if you had another notification.

Camelot sure knew how to throw a party.

The hall was well decorated and food lined the tables which filled the hall with a range of different smells. Musicians stood in the corner and played a slow song for everyone to dance to. The music started to die down and everyone turned to the door expectantly.

The doors were pushed open and their newly crowned prince walked in with Uther and Arthur. Everyone started to applaud and Merlin's cheeks went a rosy red and he bowed to thank everyone.

"Let the celebrations begin!" Uther extended his arms out as everyone cheered and they took their seats. Music started to play again and the royal family found their way to their seats also.

"It's nice, and weird, to not be serving at this event." Merlin looked down each side of the table at all the occupants.

"This is where you belong now my son." Uther placed his hand atop Merlin's before starting to eat.

Merlin looked at all his options and struggled to decide what to try first. All the meals were made out of the finest ingredients on offer and Merlin had only ever tried some of these things when Arthur left it over. He took a little bit of everything, piling it up on his platter.

He took his first bite and what ensued was heaven. The juices exploded in his mouth, running down his throat like a hot drink on a cold winters eve. The chicken was sweet and smoky with a variety of herbs and spices you wouldn't find in Camelot. It took no effort to chew as it just seemed to melt in his mouth and settle nicely in his stomach.

Arthur watched with varying levels of amusement as his brother's face contorted into pleasure. "Merlin's enjoying himself."

"Mmm, remind me to compliment the cooks on their chicken, c'est délicieux [it is delicious] !"

Arthur raised one eyebrow in surprise. "Je ne savais pas que vous avez parlé français [I did not know that you spoke French],"

"Kay insisted on it,"

"Most people with your upbringing do not even know how to read or write."

"He was a knight so he was educated and he managed to teach me along with how to fight." He dug back into his food.

Arthur looked down the table at said knight and watched as he conversed with the others. Merlin insisted on him becoming a knight of Camelot but he refused claiming someone had to look after Hunith. Merlin accepted albeit not to his pleasure. Arthur didn't take long to clear his plate along with Merlin who was leaning on his elbow with a satisfied look on his face from a full stomach.

As the evening rolled by Merlin watched the evenings entertainment as they performed various acts, from juggling objects on fire to swallowing swords.

"Hey Merlin you should go up there," Arthur slapped his back a little tipsy

"What- no." Merlin stuttered.

"Aw come on don't be such a party pooper!" Arthur proceeded in pushing Merlin out of his seat and began applauding him as Merlin begrudgingly trudged to the space in the middle of the surrounding tables.

Uther leant back in his chair and placed his gloved hand to his lips and watched with amusement.

Merlin shuffled awkwardly not knowing what to do.

"Do a magic show," Arthur grinned taking another sip from his ale.

"I'm not a magician who does tricks, I'm a powerful warlock." Merlin crossed his arms over his chest slightly offended.

"Just do it." Arthur shook his tankard in his direction and ale slopped over the rim onto the table.

Merlin huffed walked over to a man and took off his hat. The man restrained his irritated expression over the loss of his hat and watched what he did. Merlin's eyes glowed gold and he reached into the hat like there was no bottom. He put his whole arm in and pulled something back out. On his finger was a beautiful white dove. Everyone one looked at the beautiful creature in awe which then flew off out an open window. Everyone began to applaud and Merlin bowed and handed the hat back to the gentleman.

Merlin's eyes glowed again and four eggs appeared in his hands. His eyes went to Arthur who smiled knowingly. He began to juggle the fragile eggs high while performing stupid stunts beneath them. He threw up all the eggs into the air which then exploded into golden sparks which floated down to the ground. Everyone started to applaud again and no one saw the egg, which didn't change, until it landed on Arthur's head. Merlin clamped his hand over his mouth to stop an outburst of laughter as egg yolk and whites ran down the seething boy's face.

"Merlin!" He shouted and ran after Merlin who sprinted off away from the murderous prince.

"Father?"

Uther looked up at Merlin stood by the door with his hands clasped in front of him. "Hello son,"

"What're you doing?" Merlin walked over to his side and looked curiously at the letter in front of his father who seemed to be stressing over it.

"Something which Camelot's future depends on,"

Merlin sat on the wooden chair which creaked in protest and read the letter. There wasn't much as Uther had only got as far as writing: 'To whome this may concern'. "What are you trying to write?"

"A letter to Mercia announcing the capture of their king and that should stand down."

Merlin's eyes widen and his stomach sunk to his feet. "Are you serious?"

"I'm very serious. I plan to unite all the kingdoms which will create peace amongst the people. Taking Mercia will expand our army greatly and we'll have more land. With that army, we can threaten other kingdoms to stand down and let Camelot rule over them with their king as Lord of that kingdom."

"Surely there will just be more bloodshed."

"With a big enough army, any kingdom would be stupid to go to war with us,"

"What if Mercia doesn't stand down?"

"Then we shall go to war with them, they're weak and they will see sense to back down before there is too much death."

Merlin could only nod as these thoughts turned over and over in his mind. He knew these peaceful perfect times wouldn't last long. He hated the fighting but you had to make sacrifices if you ever wanted peace. The idea was a good idea, but this was Arthur's job. It was his and Arthur's destiny to unite and rule over Albion, this thought unsettled Merlin and made him worry about what was in store for their father.