Chapter 5: Fire
A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I want to let you know that I appreciate each and every one of them :) Also, anthi35, I hoped you liked the happy ending as well! This one is going to be a little more light-hearted.
Arthur was still unaccustomed to Merlin's magic. It had been difficult to accept his magic, but even more so to adapt to his now constant use of it. He very much wished that Merlin would wield it less, and immediately feel guilty afterwards. Of course, he never felt guilty enough to stop asking him to stop magicking everything. Merlin used to it to clean his clothes and the floors, to muck out the stables and for any other chore he didn't wish to do… which was all of them.
The knights and them were all in the forest and it was getting dark. Grumbling under his breath, Arthur called out for Merlin to 'get off his lazy arse and start the fire'.
A spark, a flash of gold, and suddenly a fire blazed up and singed off Arthur's eyebrows as he pulled away from the flames.
"MERLIN!" He yelled, as the laughter of his men rang through the forest.