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The Fatigue of Magic
Arthur was a prat, he said it once and he would say it again. Arthur was without a doubt a royal prat.
Nevertheless, he was a prat Merlin had to work for and protect for the good of the kingdom. Lately though that had been hard to say the least, Arthur had been relentless, and Merlin hadn't had a moments rest in days.
Arthur's laundry, Arthur's food, Arthur's horses, Arthur's bloody training.
After the Cedric incident and the assassin thing Merlin would have thought Arthur would let up a bit, but no such luck. Between Arthur's chores and Gaius's leeches, Merlin had been left thoroughly worn out.
It wouldn't have been so bad if Arthur hadn't reverted to way he was before the Guesting bite. Before that they had been almost friends and his destiny had not been so heavy but now he was just a servant. Arthur did not care if he died; he had shown that in those caves, that had hurt. Hell, even Gwen was ignoring him in favour of pining over Lancelot.
It was all starting to take its toll on the young warlock, he had barley any time to eat so his clothes hung from his already lank form. His dreams were overturned by the cackle of a raging dragon, burning his world to the ground, leaving him shaky and drained throughout the day. This combined with his ever-growing workload was making him more clumsy than usual, a fact that had not escaped the notice of the Prince.
" Honestly Merlin, if I didn't know any better I would have thought a blind man made this bed," Arthur criticised, eyebrows raised.
"Sorry, sire," Came the guiet reply.
After hearing about a hundred of comments like this that morning Merlin was just too tired to care anymore.
His head was spinning. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all and he was freezing even though it was the height of summer.
"Merlin? Merlin are you even listening to me?" Arthur's voice sounded distant now.
The spinning had increased and suddenly the floor was closer than it should have been. His head hurt. Why was the world lopsided?
Before he could truly ponder this, blackness had started to conquer his vision.
"Merlin!"
He was already unconscious.
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next chapter, what Arthur thinks of Merlin's condition.