Arthur had woken up the next morning without Merlin at his side, he felt lonely and like a piece of himself was missing; like a flower without petals, the sun without any shine, the night without any twinkling stars. He missed his Merlin and he really wanted the warlock to say his name and talk to him again. He wanted his other halfback, he needed his dear Merlin back.

The prince knew that he had to get out of bed but he did not have the motivation to get up, and that is when he realised something... Merlin had not come to wake him up. The prince's heart sank and he sighed when he saw that the sunlight was trying to break through the cranks between the curtains 'He might just be late, he will come' he thought to himself.

The Prince stayed in bed for a few minutes and he watched the door in hope, but it did not open and he eventually climbed out of bed, reluctantly. The prince dressed himself and then he sat at his desk to do some work, his heart rate picked up and his eyes glistened with hope when the door to his chambers suddenly opened... But a different servant walked in with a tray of food and a goblet of water for him "Where's my manservant?" the prince asked as is heart frowned.

The servant looked up at the prince "Guias informed the cooks that Merlin has fallen ill and that he will not be able to perform his regular duties and chores today".

Arthur nodded but he somehow knew that it was not Guias who had said that Merlin was unwell. The servant left once he had completed his task and the prince was left alone again, Arthur put his head down on the desk and he sighed as he started to zone out of reality "What will I do if he gives up on me? I do not know how I will cope without him" the prince said to himself but he wished that he was talking to Merlin and that the warlock wanted to speak and see him.

The food had gone cold by the time that the prince had even thought about eating any of it, he had no appetite and he missed how he would share his food with the love of his life and he missed Merlin's smile as well as his laugh which could cheer anyone up. The prince ate a bit of his breakfast and he drank the water before he decided to try and examine a few maps. The prince could not focus on his work though and it frustrated him "Aaarrrgggghhhh!" he shouted as he grabbed the maps and threw them to the side and he sat back in his chair "Fucking hell I need Merlin back!" he shouted.

Arthur had a moment to himself before he stood up, he put his own armour on before he grabbed his sword and he marched out of the palace and to the training ground with a hard glare on his face "Knights!" he shouted and his knights came running.

"Sire?!" Leon asked, out of breath from running too fast.

"Training is going to begin early today." Arthur started and twisted the sword handle around his hand "Who wants to go first?"

All of the knights looked at each other before Lancelot stepped forward and drew his sword and looked at the prince with confidence and pride. All of the other knights remained silent as they watched the prince and the knight prepared to fight. Arthur did not hesitate to lunge at Lancelot and the knight jumped in surprise before he blocked the opposing sword with his own sword.

'What the hell is going on?!' Lancelot thought to himself as he fought with, more so defended himself against Arthur and his very sharp sword!

Arthur swiped, swung and jabbed at Lancelot as his frustration emerged and all he could think about was how to get help his only heart. He did not even notice how much anger and frustration that he was fighting with and he did not notice the shock on his knights' faces.

"What is wrong with Princess?" Gwaine asked his fellow knights.

"I have no idea" Leon answered.

Percival shook his head "No bloody clue".

"Poor Lancelot" Elyan winced as he watches the fight.