Andrew, nearing the end of his first week in the castle, was passing the prince's chambers when he heard it.

"You're wrong."

"You're an idiot."

"You're a prat."

"Merlin!"

"No! This is wrong. And if you would get your royal head out of your royal arse, you'd see that. God, Arthur…"

Andrew froze. His heart stopped momentarily as he waited for screaming to start. At best, the servant was headed for the stocks. At worst…

Andrew didn't want to think of the worst. He stood completely still.

Instead, the prince sighed.

"I know, Merlin."

Andrew breathed again. So did Merlin.

Yay! He finally has a name!