A response to a prompt by SomewhereBeyondReality. Hope you enjoy.
"Are you feeling all right, Arthur?"
The prince glared. "I'm fine Merlin."
"But… you just thanked me."
"You brought my horse."
"It's my job to get your horse. Since when do you thank me for doing my job?"
Arthur said nothing. Truth was, he didn't thank Merlin for doing his job. If Arthur thanked him it was for something that went beyond the call of duty, like loyalty that put a lump in Arthur's throat and tightened his chest.
Like saving his life with illegal, life-threatening magic.
One day he'd thank him properly, but for now, they were headed home.
