"Good morning sire!" came a cheerful voice when Arthur woke up. He was going to throw a pillow at his manservant when he remembered that he now had a maidservant.

"Merlin, what are you?" he asked, surprised to see her filling a tub with water. Did she really expect him to bathe in front of her?

"My job," she said simply. "Now get in before it cools too much."

"Ummm…Merlin."

"Arthur, I've seen you naked before. Just strip and get in!"

Arthur blushed at her choice of words. "But that was before…"

"Before what? I'm still the same Merlin!"

"Ummm…alright."

Arthur when behind the changing screen and pulled off his nightclothes. He wrapped a towel around his waist as he walked out. As he neared the tub, Merlin gave him an expectant look. Drop the towel and stop being such a wimp, her face seemed to say. He did and quickly got in. When Merlin came forward with a sponge, he stopped her.

"You don't even know how to bathe yourself! Just let me do it!"

After that awkward bath and a quick breakfast, Arthur was ready for training. With his armor on, he was ready to go. Then he noticed Merlin, behind him, with a mountain of swords in her arms. Arthur stopped and tried to take some.

"What are you doing?"

"They looked too heavy for you."

Merlin snorted. "Please, I've carried heavy things."

Arthur just let it drop. They approached the field to find there was three new recruits. Arthur smiled. Fresh meat.

Training went pretty usual, with them hacking at each other with swords, and Merlin running here or there doing this or that. Arthur found it cute the way she would run up to one person, say what needed to be said to them and give them that Merlin grin. Most were baffled by her appearance, but most assumed nothing out of the usual. When Arthur realized he was watching his servant more than is knights, he called a break.

"Hey, you see that girl over there?" said one of the young recruits to Sir Leon.

"Yes, that's Merlin," said Leon. He too had been looking at her.

"Merlin," breathed the boy. "Is she one fine looking thing or what?"

Arthur saw red. How dare that insolent boy call Merlin "fine." Wine was fine; Merlin was a goddess. The boy shouldn't even be looking at her.

"You mean my servant, Merlin," said the king. The boy took a sharp intake of breath for he heard how close the king was to his servant, but he always assumed it was a manservant.

"Fine? She's far from it." Merlin froze, hearing this. She recognized the voice. Could it be? "Merlin's so ugly, she could scare the bugs out of her hair, if she tried. And Jeffery, is it? It's best not to ogle at simple servants. Especially stupid ones like Merlin," Arthur had sneered. Merlin felt very hot as her face turned bright red. She thought Arthur was done, but he wasn't.

"Remember, Jeffery, one mistake with a servant could ruin your whole reputation. Don't get too close to them; after all, take Merlin for example, they're just servants, they matter less than you," Arthur said arrogantly. He had looked at Merlin when he had said this, directing it at her, and was surprised to find her face bright red and tears welling in her eyes. What had he said again?

He didn't have time to ponder that as Gwaine's fist collided with his face. As he got up, he felt a pang of something as he saw the knight run after Merlin, who had fled the scene.

What exactly had he been thinking when he said that?

What up? So you like? Arthur's so mean isn't he? Calling poor Merlin "just a servant." Wait...I made him do that! Oh, well. So review if you love this and review if you hate it, I don't care! Whatever! :D