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"Ah, the day's almost out. It's a shame, today has been very interesting. One last question, there is not much written after the kingdom was completely at peace. Was there much to do?"

"Not really."

Morgana sighed. "I now know of two weapons that can defeat me," she announced dramatically. One is a blade forged in a dragon's breath."

"That one I know," Arthur said. What is the other?

"I have examined it and I concur it is very, very deadly, Sire," Merlin said.

"Why is it of concern? Do our enemies have it?"

"No, fortunately we are the only ones currently in possession of such a weapon," Morgana said while fighting to keep her facial expression serious.

"We have it? Why do I not know of it?"

"Ah, but you do."

"Presented to me by George, I wield the stinky socks of Arthur Pendragon!" Merlin held the socks to Morgana's face.

"Why? Why would you betray me? No! I'm dying!" Out of the corner of her eye Morgana could see Gwen bursting into laughter.

"Arthur, someone was bound to say something eventually. Perhaps we need a law requiring those socks to be changed after any form of physical activity," Gwen said while catching her breath.

Morgana began pretending to faint. "Isn't anyone going to save me?"

"No! It is my destiny to ensure that you die from the unbearable stench of five day old socks! Kilgharrah told me so! He said 'The scent of the uncleansed shall spell the end of darkness!' It makes more sense than what he usually says!"

Morgana fell over.

"Oh, come on." Arthur rolled his eyes. "I'm sure the reason I never notice the smell is because for the longest time, I had a manservant who was too incompetent to change them."

"Sorry Sire, I was too busy saving your kingdom."

"By saving my kingdom you mean running around the castle with Morgana's clothes."

"That actually happened to be part of saving your kingdom."

"Maybe I don't want to know. Merlin, can you find some way to wake up my sister? She's sleeping on my shoes."

Merlin slowly nudged the shoes until they were in front of Morgana's nose.

"What is that disgusting- Merlin!" Morgana abruptly stood up.

"I should have added, in a way that doesn't further humiliate me. Now hand me my shoes."

"Of course, Sire."

"What is that- Morgana, I don't need them to smell like roses."

"Good idea," Gwen said.

"Bad idea," Arthur said.

"I never thought I would say that I like the smell of Arthur's shoes."

"I command you to make them smell normal again."

"I command you not to."

Morgana raised an eyebrow. "It seems I have conflicting orders." She grabbed one shoe and handed it back to Arthur. "I hope that was satisfactory, Your Majesties. I have resolved the conflict as best I could."

Arthur turned to Merlin. "How does it feel to have no sisters?"

"Rest assured, Sire, if I had a sister, I would have held my own. In fact, maybe I would have done this," Merlin said, giving Morgana a mustache.

"Why is everyone looking at me?"

Arthur snickered. "Clearly it is your hair. It is looking exceptionally beautiful today."

Morgana reached behind to touch her hair. "What? What did he do?"

"I only made it longer," Merlin said.

"That is technically true," Arthur added.

"Why is there hair in my- all right, I see what he did." Morgana cut the mustache.

"Morgana's mustache is all over my floor now. I assume you remember how to use this, Merlin?" Gwen handed Merlin a broom.

"Hey! I'm the only one who's allowed to call him Merlin."

"Right! Just like there are many names only I am allowed to use. I could write a book full of them, but it would be too big to fit on Gaius' bookshelf."

"Shut up, Merlin."

Morgana sighed. "What happened to the days when Camelot had too many enemies for us to sit around and insult each other all day? Don't we have anything better to do?"

"Did you figure out how to create an earthquake?" Merlin asked.

"Yesterday. You didn't notice?"

"That's what that was?" Gwen asked. "I thought I woke up because Arthur bumped into me again."

Morgana gasped. "Ah! No! It should not have been quite that noticeable!"

"Very funny, Morgana. My kingdom far overstates my sister's ability in magic. She is clearly far more skilled at witty insults."

"Well, think about it. How many years of practice have I had in magic? And how many years of practice in witty insults?"

"But I haven't had much experience. Perhaps I make up for it in natural talent. Or maybe I learned quickly out of necessity?" Merlin grinned.

"Well, you spent too much time around Gaius that when Arthur does something stupid, instead of insulting him I half-expect you to say, 'Ah! My boy! You are giving me a heart attack!'"

Arthur cleared his throat. "I have finally found Morgana's weakness. Her Gaius impression is terrible. I wish she could have disguised as him. We would have found her out immediately."

"I am inclined to agree. She didn't even raise her eyebrow," Merlin added.

"Or maybe Kilgharrah?" Morgana put on a somber expression. "You have sent yourself on the path that does not shine!"

Merlin gave a thumbs-up. "That one's better."

Morgana breathed a dramatic sigh of relief. "Perhaps there is hope for me yet."

"I admit I don't know what it's like to have a dragon yell at you," Arthur said.

"He usually just yelled at me for falling in love with Morgana. Just like you, and Gaius, and Gwaine. Oh, also probably half of Camelot tried to talk me out of it."

"I'm happy for you two. I'd always wondered what kind of a person would attract either of you," Gwen said.

"You as well," Morgana said. "Finally we can live without keeping secrets all day."

"Oh, I think we're far from knowing all the secrets."

"Whatever do you mean?" Arthur asked.

"Being Morgana's servant came with some interesting moments. One time I walked in and mmmph mmm mmmph."

Merlin pushed Morgana. "Come on, we will eventually find out what she has to say."

"I walked in and guess who was in the middle of proving to me that she could fix her own hair? And failing miserably too, might I add."

"That was not my best day."

"Wait! There's more! She also mopped the floor, but forgot about it, so she slipped and fell on her face. Then she admitted that yes, she did need me."

"I have good ones too!" Merlin grinned.

"Morgana is right. Don't we have better things to do?"

"Arthur tried playing a musical instrument."

Morgana recoiled. "And you said I was evil."

"We definitely have better things to do. Like water the plants."

"Water the plants? Really, Arthur?"

"Yes, we must maintain the appearance of the castle by tending to the plants."

Morgana raised her hand, creating a rain cloud. "There. Now we can hear all about Arthur's musical talents."

"You are evil."

"It was a flute. He probably thought there was no one around to hear him, and normally there wouldn't be, but I was stalking Morgana that day."

"This is embarrassing for me too. I'm thinking you just followed me every time and I never noticed."

"Of course my first thought was, 'Morgause doesn't stand a chance! We can counter the Cup of Life with the Flute of Death!'"

Arthur chuckled. "Fine. I admit it. I was bad."

"He was still there on my way back. Then when I returned he told me that all day he was doing important princely duties. I asked him what, and it took him a little while to answer. That made it even funnier."

"I almost wish we did have enemies to defeat. Should I have tried so hard to bring peace to the land?"

Morgana shrugged. "Ask the Saxons if they're still up for it."

"I'm lucky you two are perfectly capable of distracting each other."

"That is true. Our king is wise after all," Morgana announced. "But I cannot get too distracted, of course. I still have to stop you from getting killed."

"I admit you are doing rather a good job. I couldn't get myself killed even if I tried."

"You had better not get yourself killed. If you do, I'm making your skeleton mop the floors."

"I should leave too. Maybe Merlin is still up for a night out. Or maybe he ordered a pizza, who knows."