A/N: The letters stop for a while so the plot can be laid out a little bit ^-^

Hope you enjoy this one as well!

It was an ordinary day in Camelot. Arthur was sitting in his chambers waiting to be served breakfast, Morgana was eating breakfast, and his father had already eaten breakfast. Everyone was eating…except for him.

The young prince sighed in aggravation after several more minutes in silence, pushing back his chair and calling in a very important voice, "Merlin!" He waited when quiet greeted him back and then called again. "Merlin!"

No answer.

Arthur raised a brow. Usually his servant was never late by more than twenty minutes… A feeling of foreboding filled his gut against his will. And why shouldn't it? All the times his manservant disappeared, he either ended up hurt or having harassed his village.

Stupid Merlin.

Causing the strong wall he had built to block out such trivial waves of compassion to crumble. Pssh…what should he care about such an infinitesimal servant? Merlin was clumsy and couldn't remember anything important. Completely useless. That's what he was. A total idiot who was incapable of doing anything right and who was always jeopardizing himself.

Shaking his head, Arthur exited his chambers, leaving his empty platter of food on the table. Who was he kidding? He missed the exuberant servant and his lack of proper etiquette. And what had it been? Only thirty minutes now? Of course it was natural for the prince to worry. Merlin lacked the fighter's prowess he possessed. Not to mention that several of his knights had a strong antipathy towards the servant for being more praised in his eyes.

Not that he could help it. Everything just seemed less…troublesome when Merlin was around. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Arthur knew his manservant was a great asset to him.

Arthur came to a stop in the wide hallway, squinting as sunlight poured onto the stone floors. There was no way he had just thought of Merlin as more than a servant. An asset? Really? Uggh…he needed to stop taking those sedatives Gaius had been giving him lately…

He glanced outside an open window. Who gave Merlin the right to make him so worried anyway? Hmph! He was Arthur Pendragon! Heir to the throne! He didn't need to gain stress lines over a mere, miniscule servant!

Arthur hung his head and released a more reserved sigh. He really needed to stop his train of thought and focus on what was important and what was not. The idea circulated in his head for some time- left- and then came back. A small smile broke out on his features.

Clapping his hands together and picking up the pace, Arthur determinedly strode towards Gaius's chambers with an obnoxious bounce in his stride.

Alright. He had reached the ultimate conclusion.

Merlin would no longer make him worried and he would no longer be left with no breakfast.

"Sire?" Merlin lifted a brow at the prince as he was dragged from his room. "What are you doing?"

Arthur pulled his servant all the way back to his room. "Nothing. Where were you- and why were you late?"

Merlin gave him a sheepish look. "Ah…right. I had a bit of trouble waking up after all those chores you kindly dumped on me, and then I couldn't get myself out of bed."

"That lumpy rock of a mattress I presume," Arthur wryly said. "But none of that matters now. I have a question to ask you. Actually, it's not a question because I know you won't refuse. Right?"

"Umm…."

"Good!" Arthur clapped him on the shoulder. "You just got that position of a bodyguard you wanted! You'll stay with me at all times twenty-four seven!"

Merlin blinked.

Arthur beamed. "Great- I know."

Merlin shook his head to himself. Why was the prince shouting? He really needed to tell Gaius to lay off the sedatives…

A/N: I love these two. In fact- I think I'm going to watch the first season all over again!