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Camelot Citadel, Saturday Night into Sunday

Camelot stood peaceful as it sometimes did: no sorcerers had been burned in about a forthnight, there were no bandits getting particularly close to the city proper, and there were no real problems with the food or water.

Inside one room, the Lady Catrina and her servant busied themselves with something particularly noxious-smelling. And a trinket. But that was hardly of any import just yet. After all, that was their business.

In the morning, the knights would head out for training. In the afternoon, Uther would recieve citizens in need of mediation or favours in his audience chamber. The markets would bustle, and the farmers would work.

Yes. It was just another day in Camelot.

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"I didn't think so," Arthur growled. He was a bit crabby, having been interrupted in his sleep only to find Merlin--

He brushed past the boy and peered out the window, saw the shards down below, and immediately jumped to conclusions.

"So you were," he said, pulling his head back out and steadfastly ignoring any unpleasant feelings roiling around in his insides. "You are aware that we don't actually live in pornography, Merlin."

Merlin made one spectacularly grossed out face, shaking his head. "Trust me, no one wanted to see that."

"Right," said Arthur, throwing him a funny look. Was he putting on a show, now? "I'm sure. Don't do it again, or I'll..."

He tried to think of an inspiring threat, but his heart wasn't really in it.

"...sic Brynmor on you."

"...she'd just beg for treats."

STOP BEING HELPFUL, MERLIN.

"Then I'd throw you in the stocks!" Arthur said, irritably.

What was going to happen next? Was Katchoo going to barge into the room and proclaim she was vying for the Lady Catrina's hand alongside Merlin and his father? That would be the perfect next stage in this ridiculous farce, wouldn't it?

"I realise she's a very-- attractive-- woman, but for the sake of the privacy of our guest, I'd suggest you sleep at Gaius's tonight," he added. Prickly, yes.

... and asking Merlin to sleep on the couch, apparently.

"...um." This was awkward. "Arthur, I don't want to alarm you, but I think she's horrid."

"Funny, you seemed to think differently not a candlemark ago," Arthur retorted, glaring at the window.

"I was confirming something!"

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"Oh, I'm sure you were."

"Are you... jealous?" Seriously, Arthur?

"Hardly," Arthur said (because of course he'd say that), and eyed Merlin himself. "But Lady Catrina is our guest, Merlin. Do try and contain yourself."

So yes, in other words.

This would be hilarious another time.

"All... right."

"Elsewhere," he continued, "Where you won't be so tempted to try and catch her with her kit off."

Another time, Arthur would also be less likely to do something as base as refer to a woman's clothes.

"Right." Arthur had gone insane. "I'll just go find Gaius now then."

Arthur had just found Merlin spying on a woman he'd been making cow-eyes at all week. In the middle of the night. After sleeping with him.

So why was Merlin looking at him like he'd gone mad?

"Right," he said, squinting at him. "...What are you staring at?"

What the hell was going on?

"Nothing." Other than your crazy, Arthur. All that crazy.

"You are acting very strangely," Arthur said, finally getting that bit, at least.

"I think we both are right now," Merlin replied with a surprising amount of diplomacy.

It was surprising.

Which would explain the surprised squinting on Arthur's part.

"You're the one spying in my chambers."

"It's above her chambers!" LOGIC, ARTHUR. LOGIC.

"Yes, I got that part," Arthur said, crabbily. "Will you stop talking in circles?"

He wasn't sure what to think any more. Merlin was behaving entirely too erratically for it to just be-- adolescent gawping.

"I told you, she's... horrid." And gross. "I need to ask Gaius a few things, but I don't think she's who she says she is."

"...Right."

Dubious Arthur was still dubious, and now increasingly convinced Merlin was just flailing about to try and make him feel better. Which was nice, but still.

... It was possible Arthur got a bit irrational once his father got involved.

"...Right now?"

"Unless you'd rather I stay the night..." Which, you know. He could do.

Arthur eyed him for a long moment.

He may have gripped his sword somewhat threateningly.

"You weren't," he checked, "Trying to get a look at her while she had her top off? And don't lie to me now, Merlin."

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