Andrew threw himself against the door.
"What the devil do you think you're doing?"
"It's just Andrew."
"I don't bloody care. Servants should not just barge in."
This was, in fact, something Merlin did often, but that was presently unimportant.
Gasping, Andrew spat, "King… Merlin… sorcery."
Arthur thought quickest.
"Andrew, can you get him out quietly?"
"I can get him to the kitchen. Gloria knows the way out better. She can—"
"Good. Merlin, get gone."
"Arthur, I—"
"Later. Get gone."
The next time Arthur and Andrew met, the prince nodded towards him. After Merlin's acquittal, he was promoted.
And there you have it, folks. That'll be it for Andrew. Unless I think of something else for him to do...
