Please Read and Review! Arthur will be daring Morgana next...any ideas?
"Finally" breathed Arthur as he put on itch-free clothes. It was time for the next meeting. He walked in to find Morgana and Merlin whispering conspiringly. They stopped as soon as Arthur sat down.
"The time has drawn nigh, yet again, the time for our game to begin. The last dare was created by myself, Guinevere, and served by merlin. It consisted of putting itching powder in Arthur's undergarments until now." Gwen intoned ominously. Morgana giggled and Arthur scowled at her. "Now it falls to Merlin to fabricate a truth or dare consisting of anything his mind can conceive. "
"Arthur, Truth or dare?" asked merlin excitedly, grinning stupidly at Arthur.
'Merlin's giving me a dare? This is going to be easy.' Thought Arthur. "Dare" he said confidently.
"Arthur, I dare you to do your own laundry until the next meeting." Said merlin jubilantly.
"You what!" Arthur asked in disbelief
"I dare you to-"
"I heard what you said Merlin. Now don't be silly. You don't really expect me to do my own laundry now do you?"
"Arthur, I'm completely serious. That's your dare. Do you accept?" said merlin, grinning evily.
"Or are you too prissy to do your own laundry?" mocked Morgana
"I accept" said Arthur
"Oh, and Arthur, you aren't allowed to blame me" said Merlin.
"Okay Merlin, there won't be any need to blame anyone. My clothes will look better than when you wash them."
"Ha" laughed Morgana " That'll be the day"
"Arthur, you better get up if you want to get your laundry done before the other servants get down there" said merlin. It was still dark outside and Arthur had had a late night.
"Merlin, what are you talking about?" asked Arthur sleepily
"You need to wash your clothes, you have nothing to wear for today" explained Merlin
"AAargh!" growled Arthur, getting out of bed. he snatched the clothes out f Merlins arms and went down to wash his clothes.
After several tries all he had were wet, wrinkly, soapy clothes. How did Merlin do this? He was fed up with the whole thing and just put them all in a bucket of waterto get the soap out. then he carried them back into his room and laid them out all over the floor. He hadn't tried to wash one outfit in case this kind of thing happened, so he pt on the wrinkly clothes and went to breakfast. He hoped his father wouldn't notice. he walked into the dining room and found his father and Morgana sitting at the table. Morgana's eyes were laughing at him while her face had a perplexed look on it. His father almost choked on his drink.
"Arthur, what is wrong with your clothes?" he spluttered
"I, uh, thought it would be a good idea to get dressed before I went to bed last night?" he said lamely
"Why on earth would you do that! asked Uther
"I thought it would save time"
"and did it?"
"a little"
"I see"
Arthur took his seat and ate his breakfast in silence.
"I told you you wouldn't be able to wash your own clothes!" Morgana gloated, following Arthur to his chambers
"Morgana, go" he sai through gritted teeth, entering his chambers and trying to close the door before she could enter, but it was too late.
"What are all these clothes doing on the floor!" she cried in mock cluelessness
"Morgana-"
"You are hopeless, Arthur" and with that she left the room, leaving him standing, surrounded by damp, wrinkled clothes. She and Merlin would pay for this. Oh yes. Now...what could he do that would humiliate her...hmmmm...
Please read and review! Any suggestions would be great! I really need some dares!