Sorry, I don't have enough time during the week to write and I was away for September weekend. My free days are homework days and I have an essay due soon and then I can't be bothered writing cause I've used all of my brainpower so I re-watch Starkid productions! It's fun, look up starkid on youtube, now. Seriously. Well, after you read this, infact don't bother. Starkid's much better. Really. Go now.

Didn't go? Oh well, I guess you have to read this instead. Yes, it's a short one but I wanted to get SOMETHING up, I might manage another one tomorrow or Thursday but if not I'll definitely have one up Sunday night

Uther, half drunk, stumbled to Arthur's chambers to return the missing glove when he remembered Arthur had left for his inspections. Disappointed, Uther went inside anyways. He always had his keys on him and even though it took a while to find the correct one to unlock Arthur's door, but somehow he managed. Uther dropped the glove on the table and took a huge gulp of the wine he held in his hand. The goblet fell from his hands. A thud echoed through the empty room and Uther hit the floor.

Merlin had already laid out all of Arthur's clothes (wondering why he'd wanted the armour with him), got dressed himself, cooked and ate breakfast and gave the room a quick tidy before Arthur had woken up.

Arthur, through sleepy eyes, watched Merlin drum his fingers idly on the desk whilst he was sitting, bored. "Morning," Arthur grumbled. That was new, Merlin was usually the first to welcome the new day. Merlin came out of his daze and his head snapped to Arthur, "Oh," Merlin tried to shake himself into his normal cheer, "Morning, Sire!" He yelled, "Welcome to the Waking World!" He pulled the sheets from Arthurs bed, threw the clothes he'd picked out to him (or more, at him) and skipped out of the door.

Arthur dismissed Merlin's strange behaviour, after all, it was Merlin. But, there was something on Merlin's mind. Gwen. Magic. Thoughts swirled in his head. He wanted to tell her, he really did but he couldn't. He couldn't tell anyone. He wished he could tell somebody about his talents but he couldn't risk it getting back to Arthur. He hated that part of him, he had to lie to his best friends and hide who he was. But, there was no point in feeling sorry for yourself, he thought. On with the day.

He and Arthur 'interviewed' a few of the people taking up the guise of travellers who planned to purchase a permanent home. They got more or less the same response from everyone, that the village was a great place to live during the summer but being so close to the mountains gave them plenty of snow and wind, winters were brutal and the king wasn't much help. Arthur, always taking careful notes, worded that part a little nicer.

Merlin made Arthur come along with him to the market. When Gaius discovered that he was going to Anradin, he insisted that Merlin pick up a few packs of alfredag, which, apparently, only grows midway on a mountain and can't be found in Camelot.

"Merlin, do you even have money?" Arthur groane, trailing behind his manservant.

"Erm,"Merlin began, " About that," He paused for a moment, "It's physician's equipment, it's coming out of the royal treasury so, you're paying." Merlin quickened his pace. Arthur upon seeing Merlin reach the stall halted and looked around. Among the faces in the crowd he spotted the tan skin and curly hair of Gwen.

"Gwen!" He called out, waving his arms. She looked frightened, Arthur didn't know why. She stayed where she was, nervously chewing on her lip. Arthur weaved through all of the people towards her, "Hello, Arthur." Gwen's voice shook a little but she did not look like she wanted to acknowledge it.

"Gwen, did Merlin?" There was no need to finish the question.

"Yes, he did." She fiddled with a wooden pendant around her neck. "Thank you very much for this," She beamed. Arthur smiled back, nice choice Merlin. He thought.

"I just hope you are better." Arthur piped. Gwen nodded.

"Of course," She replied, "People live, and then they die. I understand. Besides, there is work to be done and someone is going to have to do it. I must get back to my sewing, if you don't mind." She picked up a bundle of fabrics and a basket of food.

"Would you like any help?" Arthur asked, seeing her heavy load but she declined his 'gracious offer' and kept moving on. Arthur watched her leave. She sped through the people, not seeming to get in anyone's way. Arthur sighed, why did he feel so attactched to this woman? He knew so little of her but one thing was certain, she was gorgeous.

Arthur but he caught sight of her yellow dress catching up to Merlin. They talked for a few moments and she hugged him tightly. Well, more crushed him tightly due to what she carried but Merlin did his best to hug her back.

Arthur felt strangely jealous. Why should Merlin get all of the attention? He would never have even met Gwen if it wasn't for Arthur. He felt a little resentful towards Merlin, and then to himself. "Get over it, Arthur," He muttered, "You've known her a day and a half."

And just out of curiosity, what age do you think I am? I've been told I look a different age from how I act and sound I different age from how I write.