Pretty much the sequel to "Parental Pride." I'm not sure if this was technically a prompt or not, but somebody mentioned the idea and I decided to give it a shot.
"I wondered where you'd gotten off to."
Merlin grinned over his shoulder at Prince—King Arthur.
"Yeah, it was just getting… stuffy in there."
Arthur chuckled. "You mean in there, with your mother telling the knights and lords how the new court sorcerer pronounced his th's as f's until he was ten?"
Merlin rolled his eyes.
"Or how you used to run around stark—"
"Yes!" Merlin interrupted. Arthur clapped his friend on the shoulder.
"But look how far we've come," Arthur remarked softly, awe in his voice.
Merlin nodded in agreement, grinning as he looked out over the city.
