Just a warning: I haven't been going over the chapters before posting them. If anything is blatantly ridiculous, I apologize and blame my past self.

"Okay, we could do Artura, or… Arthur… ette, or Arthurine, or Arthurina, or even maybe Arthuretta! What do you think of those?" Morgana asked pensively, pacing around the room.

Arthur groaned loudly from where he was sprawled on the bed. His skirts had risen to above his knees, which was highly undignified for a lady, but like hell he was going to be bothered to care. "No," he moaned, "Stop it. I don't need a name."

"But of course you do, Arthur. Hmm… what about Artemis? Or Artemisia? Gwen, any ideas?"

The serving girl cocked her head, a small frown of concentration erupting on her brow. "Maybe… Arta? Or Arthelia? I once knew an Arthelia… lovely girl, she was. A bit daft, but very kind. Merlin?"

Merlin shrugged from his seat on the floor beside the prince. "Martha?'

Arthur made a very loud, very displeased sound. "I will not be called Martha."

Morgana frowned in bemusement. "What's wrong with Martha?"

"It's just… it's… no!" Arthur grunted, covering his face with his arms.

Morgana smiled in amused sympathy. "Is that the name of that girl you had a scandalous affair with when you were seven?"

Arthur made a louder, even more displeased sound. "I did not have a scandalous affair with her!"

Merlin felt rather odd. "You had a scandalous affair with a girl named Martha when you were seven?"

"No, I did not!"

"He did," Morgana translated. "It lasted about a week and a half."

Guinevere leaned forwards, suddenly interested. "What happened?"

"Uther executed her."

There were two gasps of horror, and an indignant splutter from the bed. "What?" Gwen breathed, tears forming in her eyes. Merlin went completely white.

Morgana let out a laugh at their faces. "I was joking! Uther didn't execute her; she was part of a family of travelling merchants. They couldn't stay in Camelot for very long."

"Morgana, that may have been the worst joke to ever leave your mouth," Arthur grumbled from the mattress.

"Hush, you. We're gossiping."

Gwen giggled at the vexed expression on his face.

"Why did Arthur have an affair with Martha?" Merlin asked innocently from the floor.

Morgana turned to him, smiling. "Well, you see, Arthur didn't have many female friends when he was young, as I hadn't come to Camelot yet—" Arthur let out a derisive snort at this, "—and Gaius wanted him to go out and make some friends in the towns, so he went and, well, conversed with the peoples of his age."

"And what happened? Did he make friends?" Gwen asked, already consumed by the story.

"Well, seven-year-old Arthur wasn't quite as overbearing as his present self—"

"Hey!"

"—so he did manage to make a few. But then they realized he was the prince, or more importantly, their parents found out, so they couldn't hang out anymore. They didn't want the prince of Camelot to be harmed in any way on their watch; they didn't want to be blamed for anything."

Arthur sighed, sitting up desolately. "They still don't."

Merlin's eyebrows raised slightly. "Are you lonely, Arthur?"

"He's lonely," Morgana agreed.

"Of course not!" the prince fumed, glaring petulantly at his manservant and step-sister.

Morgana smirked. "He's very lonely."

So yes, that was rather short, and unfortunately I have nothing more to offer at the moment! So, yeah.

Thank you for reading!