Room 303, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur still wasn't entirely sure how he'd come to this arrangement, except that she had been remarkably straightforward, which was both a novelty and meant she wasn't looking for any courting. One delusion-induced brush with elopement had been more than enough for him in his lifetime (well, most likely shorter than that, considering his position, but still) and so far, his efforts to avoid it had been... efficient.

As he stirred in bed, he hoped to God she'd be as straightforward about getting out in the morning, however.

Arthur, as Morgana oft-remarked, was such a romantic.

[[ for the girl and the manservant at first, but can be is open after! ]]

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[bitchprince]

"The door, Merlin," Arthur said, eying him, "You'd walk straight into the door." He fastened his trousers. "It's a miracle you didn't strangle yourself last night."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I did perfectly fine last night," Merlin replied, putting the pile of clothing by the door.

[bitchprince]

"Of course you did," Arthur said, in that tone that implied anything but. He stretched.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just rolled his eyes and let it roll off his back. Because he was so above this sort of thing, really.

"The punch was good."

[bitchprince]

"Was it," Arthur said idly. It wasn't as if he cared about Merlin's night, after all.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin nodded enthusiastically. "I didn't get any until later." Because someone had been monopolizing his time.

[bitchprince]

"I'm sad to have missed it," Arthur said, not entirely genuine. He straightened out his trousers.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Just the laundry then?" Merlin asked, completely oblivious to any sort of annoyance.

[bitchprince]

"I need you to check on the horses," Arthur said, getting up, "See if the stables need mucking. Get me some food, polish my sword, and I think I've got a hole in one of my socks..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I got those repaired last week!"

[bitchprince]

"Check them again," Arthur ordered. "Just because you had punch last night doesn't mean you're getting out of anything."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

...now Merlin was utterly confused.

"Why would punch get me out of my duties?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur utterly failed to answer that. "Shirt," he said. "Don't loiter."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Automatically going to get him a shirt, Merlin continued to look rather befuddled by all this. "Of course, sire."

[bitchprince]

Arthur grunted something in response, checking the binders on his trousers again. "The local formalwear is more uncomfortable than the normal variety," he muttered.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't so bad once you got used to it, Merlin replied. "The shoes however..."

He was just glad to have had a moment to get to his room first to change.

[bitchprince]

"Let's hope these matters don't come up too often," Arthur said, diplomatically, "But I suppose it went smoothly enough."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You could say that," Merlin remarked dryly.

[bitchprince]

"And I am," Arthur said, and at last glanced up. "What, did she pluck your fragile little flower last night?"

He'd been trying to swallow that one.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin choked, even though there was nothing to actually choke on. "What?!"

[bitchprince]

"That is either a very loud no," Arthur observed, reaching for the shirt since Merlin clearly wasn't doing anything with it, "Or a very embarrassed yes."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Not everyone is like you about these things," Merlin said, flushed red and looking away.

[bitchprince]

"That's a no, then," Arthur said, ignoring any implications, and yanked the shirt over his head.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Why would you even think that? We've only just met!"

[bitchprince]

"Merlin," he said, shoving his arm through one of the sleeves, "You're prancing about like one of those bloody deer out in the preserve."