Summary: Arthur is not as oblivious as everyone believes he is.
A/N: I had another update planned for this chapter, but it didn't fit in with the story so I posted it separately as a one-shot: Why you never get Merlin drunk. I'd love it if any of you checked it out!
Chapter 37: Gwaine did it!
"Merlin," Arthur said dangerously, "why are your eyes glowing like a sorcerer's?"
"This isn't what it looks like," Merlin tried stalling for time. Gauis was going to kill him when he found out that Merlin had been executed because he'd been cheating on his chores again.
Arthur's sword hovered dangerously close to Merlin's face. "Would you care to enlighten me then?"
"Gwaine did it! You know how he's always trying to make you believe I have magic."
Arthur sheathed his sword with a long-suffering sigh. "Tell him from me that this joke stopped being funny after the 19th time."
"Guinevere? Lancelot? What are you doing in this room alone?" Arthur asked suspiciously.
"Gwaine did it! He tricked us in here and locked the door."
"Oh," Arthur said with a relieved expression. "That explains it."
"Put your shirt back on and step away from the chickens, Gwaine."
The knight jumped away guiltily. "It wasn't me, Gwaine did it!"
"You are Gwaine."
Gwaine looked around like he was just noticing what had happened. "Damn, I'm good."
A/N: Gwaine was wrapping all the chickens up in tiny blankets because it was very cold that day. He was one blanket short and being the gentleman he is, he sacrificed his shirt for the last chicken. *blinks innocently* Why what did you think was happening?