Hey guys! So, serious fic lost. I apologize to those who really wanted a serious fic, but the majority of the readers wanted the humor fic. Perhaps if this fic goes along well enough then I will do a serious fic, but for now the future is uncertain!
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Alright, here we go! This chapter takes place the very next night. Enjoy!
Merlin pulled down the comforter and removed the pillows that were used for decoration. He arranged the sleeping pillows just the way the prince liked it. He smoothed the soft sheets over with his dry, hardworking hands, and bounced a quarter off of it. The first time Merlin had turned down Arthur's bed he had found it completely ridiculous, but he has learned now that on the list of ridiculous things Arthur requires; Arthur's demand for turning down the bed is not close to the top.
"Well, sire, the bed is ready." Merlin told Arthur, who gazing out at the kingdom that he was cared so deeply for. Arthur, however, did not respond.
"Sire," Merlin asked again. When he still did not receive a reply he decided to address the prince by his name, something Merlin only did in private, "Arthur!"
"What, Merlin?" Arthur demanded, quite annoyed.
Merlin bit his tongue to keep down a nasty reply. He was after all, getting his revenge tonight, "Your bed is ready."
"About time you idiot. Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"
Merlin gave Arthur an exasperated look, but the young prince did not seem to notice. Instead, he swiftly pulled back the covers and plopped into bed, causing the bed to shake a little at the force.
"Will that be all, sire?" Merlin asked sarcastically.
Arthur raised an eyebrow, "Merlin, do you remember who you're talking to?"
"Of course I do. I'm talking to the royal prat."
Arthur gave Merlin a half amused half insulted look and threw a pillow at him. Merlin ducked swiftly and ran out of the room calling, "Goodnight Arthur!"
"Merlin." Arthur called.
No reply.
"Merlin!"
The servant walked warily back into the room with his hands held protectively in front of him. He eyed Arthur cautiously, waiting for the next object to be thrown at him.
Arthur gave Merlin his 'Merlin look'. This look was one he used all the time when Merlin did something stupid/goofy/surprising/etc. The facial features contained in this look were impatience, irritation, and a tiny bit of a smile. (You know the look. The one Arthur gives Merlin every episode? Yeah, that one. You love it, don't deny.)
"Yes, sire?" Merlin asked shakily.
"You forgot to blow out my candles again, Merlin."
A relieved grin spread across Merlin's face. He turned away from Arthur and bent to blow out the candles. Right as he let his breath out to blow out the last candle, Merlin was smacked in the head by a large, fluffy, royal pillow. Merlin sighed in exasperation in the dark and began to leave the room.
"Merlin." Arthur's voice said from the darkness.
Arthur's favorite servant (though he would never admit it) wanted to ask 'what now', but held his tongue and asked, "Yes?"
"Sorry about the pillow. But it was an open target. So tempting."
Merlin's face broke out into a smile, "Of course, your royal pratness."
With that he left Arthur who was stifling a laugh. The future king of Camelot laid his head softly on round pillow and closed his eyes. It had been an exhausting day training the new knights, and Arthur felt like he deserved some well earned rest.
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"You want me to what?" Arthur demanded.
"Arthur, how many times do I have to tell you? You need to clean my leech tank." Gaius ordered.
"Gaius, you seriously can't expect me to clean your leech tank? Isn't that Merlin's job or something?"
The old physicians face turned as red as a tomato ,and he barked a laugh, "Prince Merlin clean my leech tank? Arthur, are you feeling ok?"
"Prince Merlin? That's preposterous!"
"Arthur, I realize you are upset that Merlin made you muck out his stables –again-, but that makes him no less a Prince!"
Arthur intertwined his hands in his hair, "This has got to be another awful dream! I really need to lay off the beer."
Gaius gave Arthur a bewildered look, "Arthur, I do not know what's gotten into you today, but you need to snap out of it before you serve Merlin and Uther dinner. I don't want you to wind up in the stocks again."
"Why are they dining together?"
"Arthur! You're talking gibberish! You know well enough when there are no banquets father and son dine together!"
"Fa…f…father and…son?"
"Arthur! I've had just about enough of your sillyness today! Clean my leech tank and then rest in your room before dinner." Gaius gestured to Merlin's room. Arthur was going to point out that the closet Gaius had just called a room was Merlin's, not his. But then he was interrupted.
"I wonder if the heats gotten to your head? Well. Clean my leech tank. Go on!" Gaius sounded so fierce that Arthur nodded and began to clean. The tank was crusted with slime. Arthur had to choke back baby barf as he reached in with the wet rag.
Arthur knew this was not going to be enjoyable.
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The sun peaked in Merlin's room, awaking him. Merlin smiled and rolled out of bed. He couldn't wait to see if Arthur had another dream.
That's it for this chapter! Haha so the more reviews I get, also the faster I'll update! (Reviews encourage me, if you haven't noticed) So, like it, hate it, love it? Thanks for reading!