Chapter 6- His Friend
Arthur tossed and turned in his bed as his new manservant tended to his daily needs. It had been a month since Merlin had been shot. Him being Gaius's ward, Gaius didn't give up on him- he spent day and night, taking no breaks, trying to find a remedy. Arthur was almost tempted to use the m word. But, the king insisted that he spent no time worrying about a lowly manservant and that he take up the daily tasks befallen on Camelot. The king said that the servant's life was worth nothing, so he would get a new servant. Arthur obliged, but did not order the new servant. Arthur did everything himself- he learned how to dress himself, tended to his own horses, attended his practices himself, and even learned how to cook. It didn't feel right to replace Merlin- Merlin would survive. Merlin had to survive. Every night, instead of protecting Camelot, Arthur wallowed in his sorrow and searched through every single medicine book, determined not to give up on Merlin. Merlin had been more than the prince's servant. Merlin had been the prince's friend.
