A/N: To those who haven't heard, I'm on semi-hiatus until next month while I write a piece for the Chronicles of Camelot challenge over on HoC. The good news being that a new, completely finished piece will be going up next month. (Probably only a chapter or two a day, though. Fixing the spacing and whatnot is too annoying to do all at once.)


He could have refused, of course, but he would never pass up an opportunity to humiliate Merlin. And, if he were being honest with himself, he was interested in seeing what would happen.

It was always situations like this where the idiot would do something completely unexpected. Who knows, maybe he would recite poetry or something- that would be appropriate for a girl like him. But no, as usual his prediction was completely wrong.

Juggling.

Of all the skills one might suspect Merlin of possessing, that might have been the last.

Arthur wondered if he'd ever unravel the mystery that was his manservant.

He wondered if he even wanted to.