A/N: I had a little geek-out moment today. I realized it's been exactly a year since I joined Fanfiction. :) Anyway, enjoy, and please review! It means the world.
Drabble 16: Swallow Your Pride
A retort.
A remark.
A slap to the face.
Arthur would've taken any and all of these things from Merlin at this point, just so long as the dark-haired man was interacting with him.
It had been almost a week since their spat – if they could call it that – and though it pained him to admit it, Arthur missed Merlin terribly.
But princes shouldn't spend hours dwelling over the state of their friendship with servants… they shouldn't have servants as friends.
If only Arthur could explain to Merlin that really, he was sorry, and none of that mattered to him.