Arthur's Chambers, Camelot, Sunday Night/Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur had spent entirely too much of the past week being badgered by a physician and a physician's apprentice about staying in bed to heal from his stabwound. (It wasn't even that big a wound; he could've been up and about ages ago)

Only that day, he'd been allowed to go about the castle again, picking up his work. After some time spent bedridden, it was both as nice as he'd expected, and far more exhausting. And so tonight (or this morning; it wasn't light yet, but it felt closer to sunup than sundown) he was sprawled back over his bed, enjoying the last fading scraps of inebriation from the wine drunk that evening, and with a clingy wizard sprawled, as per usual, over his chest.

Sigh. Merlin was such a girl.

[[ for the boy ETA and NSFW. Honestly, boys. Can't you at some point just snuggle? ]]