With some convincing, this may actually become a series, but for now, since a lot of you wanted another chapter, I wrote this because inspiration is apparently on my side tonight.

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Lady Gretchen-despite her father's insistence that she was a good girl-had a habit of flirting with everyone after she had a few goblets of wine. She didn't care about gender, she didn't care whether they were married or not, and she definitely didn't care about status. Usually it was harmless fun, and a female servant normally took her to her room before anything could happen, but tonight she seemed more rambunctious than ever and she had set her sights on a certain manservant.

Twice she had summoned Merlin over to her, but Arthur, knowing how much of a trouble magnet his manservant was (plus good help was hard to come by, and if Gretchen's father killed Merlin Arthur would just have to break in a new servant) had refrained from sending him and another servant helped her instead.

After the third failed attempt, and really frustrated, she waited until dinner was over and, after ditching her escort, lingered outside Merlin's quarters until the warlock appeared around the corner. He skidded to a halt when he spotted her, his blue eyes widening.

"Hello," he greeted awkwardly, taking a step back when she moved towards him.

"You're a very bad boy, Merlin," she slurred with a loopy grin on her face. "I," hic, "needed your assistance all," hic, "night."

"I'm s-sorry," Merlin stammered hitting a wall, "but Arthur needed my help." He should have just put some type of spell on her, maybe the same one he had used on Lady Vivian, but he also ran the risk of someone coming around the corner, so he held off. Besides, she looked about ready to fall over; he could just wait her out and find a nearby knight to carry her back to her room

"I'm sure he did," she murmured running a finger down his chest, "but I," hic, "needed it more."

"Perhaps you should go back to your chambers," Merlin suggested with a sheepish smile. "You do have an early day tomorrow."

Gretchen pouted, "You don't like me?"

"I'm… I'm sure you're a very nice girl," Merlin replied quickly, glancing around, really wishing someone would come around the corner to help him. "I'm just saying you should return to your chambers."

"Will you walk me?" she asked hopefully, her eyes lightening up.

"I'm not sure…"

"Please," she begged, pouting again, "I would be so," hic, "grateful."

"I don't…"

"Fine," she scoffed, turning to leave, but tripping over her gown. Instinctually, Merlin caught her before she could hit the floor, just as her father and Arthur turned the corner.

"What are you doing?" Lady Gretchen's father exclaimed stalking towards Merlin. He snatched his daughter away from the warlock, his hand hovering over his sword. "Arthur, did you see what your servant was doing? Taking advantage of my daughter…"

"What?" Merlin balked, his eyes widening. "N-no, I was…"

"I want to see this man punished," the older man continued, ignoring Merlin.

"Daniel, please, don't you see what was happening," Arthur said quickly, smoothly, shooting Merlin a 'keep quiet' type look. "Merlin was obviously about to escort Lady Gretchen back to her chambers."

"Why was he touching her," King Daniel demanded, glaring at Merlin.

"No doubt she fell, he caught her. I'm sure Merlin was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Right?" Arthur glanced at his servant, raising an eyebrow, telling him to respond.

"Yes," Merlin said softly, watching King Daniel's sword closely.

The older king eyed Merlin for a long moment before nodding and saying, "Of course, my apologies, Arthur." Of course he didn't apologize to Merlin, but the warlock was one-hundred percent okay with that; just as long as he could avoid the stocks or a flogging.

"Come, I'll escort you and your daughter back to her chambers," Arthur stated softly and Daniel nodded, helping a slowly waking Gretchen away without a backwards glance at Merlin.

"Arthur, I…" Merlin started.

The blond shook his head, fighting a smirk, and said, "I expect my stables mucked out by tomorrow afternoon." He then walked away.