Thanks to Griffinesque for the prompt. I look forward to using a few more that you gave me, and I hope you enjoy this.

Red was Arthur's favorite color. It was bold and passionate and, to him, it would always mean Camelot. Whenever he saw the bright crimson, he felt at home.

Then, in the midst of a particularly chaotic fight, an enemy slashed at Merlin's chest with his dagger.

Arthur and the knights dispatched the enemies, and then the prince turned his attention to Merlin.

A dark patch was spreading on his shirt. A white cloth meant to stop it was turned red almost instantly. The crimson streaked over Arthur's tanned hands.

And he decided it was the ugliest color he'd ever seen.

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