A/N: More Freylin for Fantasy Forger :)
"Let's go hunting."
Arthur stared at his former manservant, unsure if he'd heard correctly – then he recognized the desperate look in Merlin's eyes.
"Freya's gotten to that stage already?"
This was the couple's third pregnancy and in each of the previous two there had been a period of... moodiness.
"Maybe it's started early because there are two of them..." the warlock was pacing, gripping his own elbows to keep from pulling his hair out. The fact that they were having twins was harrying enough, but dealing with his wife when she was like this wore him down more quickly than secretly protecting Arthur ever had.
"Well, I have been meaning to get out a bit." The king stood and stretched his back, carelessly tossing his quill onto the desk.
Merlin started in fear, hearing the far-off sound of his wife shouting for him.
"I'll just... go get the horses ready."
The monarch laughed as his friend beat a hasty retreat. Now he just had to escape before Guinevere saw him neglecting his paperwork...