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]

"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."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

That only caused more sputtering. "Prancing about?"

[bitchprince]

"Oh, good," said Arthur, "Your ears are still working."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin sucked in one deep breath, trying not to shout here. "I get those socks darned now then."

[bitchprince]

"Indeed." Arthur fiddled with the ties on his sleeve.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Picking up the pile of laundry, Merlin didn't spare a glance back as he flounced strode flounced out of the room like a fourteen year old girl in a snit.