It was one of Morgana's high-heeled slippers. A beam of moonlight caught the object held in the prince's shaking hand. Trembling, Arthur pulled something from under his rear. Morgana wouldn't keep one sticking out of the floor of her room.would she? Had Arthur been impaled on a dagger? No, of course not. Quickly, Merlin jerked the curtains shut and crawled over to Arthur, scared of what he'd find. "EEEEEK!" Arthur's high, keening wail ripped the silence into jagged pieces. Merlin cringed as Arthur fell backwards onto a dark heap.įor a few seconds, silence hung over the room like a pair of dirty underwear. Startled, the prince jumped back and tripped over something. However, Morgana chose that moment to let out a particularly loud snore, almost scaring Arthur out of his skin. Suddenly, Morgana flipped on her back, exposing a wide, snoring mouth.Īrthur stared at Morgana's bare, polished head with equal parts of disgust and curiosity. Carefully, Arthur began pulling the pillow away. Still, if she'd actually had hair, it would have been showing. Morgana lay on her side, facing the opposite direction, with a pillow covering her head.
Since the filmy curtains were drawn, it was impossible to see the bed's occupant. Several hours later, two faces rose slowly over the edge of Morgana's bed. Merlin gave him a glare that would have sunk a thousand ships. "She can't be that heavy," Arthur mouthed. "Well, I'll keep my eyes open." Gwen crossed to the wardrobe and took out Morgana's nightgown.īreathing a sigh of relief, Merlin massaged his aching fingers. "It didn't sound particularly like a rat." Oh dear, I hope there aren't rats in your chambers." "Did you hear that, Gwen?" Morgana inquired, putting down her brush. "Ahh." he hissed, shoving a hand over his mouth. Contorting his face, he wiggled like a maggot in a hot frying pan. Horrified, he realized Gwen's foot was firmly smashing his hand into the stone floor. Suddenly, agonizing pain shot up Merlin's fingers. "Well, at least you're safe, my lady," Gwen said, beginning to turn down Morgana's covers. The pair under Morgana's bed jumped at the sound of her voice. Wide-eyed, Merlin touched the scarf around his neck, while Arthur nodded solemnly. "You ever do that again, I'll burn all your scarves," Arthur snapped. "The best place is under her bed." Merlin grabbed the Prince of Camelot and yanked him down. Gulping, he quickly stepped away from the chest. "No! That's where she keeps her.you know.clothes!" Merlin gestured to a certain private area on his body.Īrthur's eyes widened. Pretending not to hear, Merlin quickly hurried toward the kitchens.Īnyone passing by Morgana's chamber early that evening would have been rather confused at the noises coming from inside. Merlin was halfway down the hall when Arthur called to him. "I just wanted to-never mind, I don't want to know how you found out," Arthur said, shoving past Merlin again to go into his room. "It's all right," Merlin grinned, patting Arthur on the back. "No, no, I'm not really a vampire!" Arthur sputtered. "And I'm a sparkling vampire," Arthur muttered. "Just a minute," Arthur called, walking to him. "And how will we accomplish that?" He appeared in the doorway, glaring at Merlin. We'll have to wait until she goes to bed."Īrthur's footsteps halted. Struggling to get out of Arthur's soiled socks, Merlin yelled, "You won't see it now. Unfortunately, he didn't take notice of how hard he pushed Merlin, and his skinny servant face-planted into a heap of the prince's dirty laundry. "I have got to see this." Arthur pushed past Merlin into the hallway.
All the time except at night." Merlin's signature toothy smile made its appearance. Then, the scowl slowly melted into a idiotic grin. "I'm not going to wait, Merlin."įor a few seconds, Arthur stood frozen, a disbelieving scowl on his face. However, he couldn't keep a few little grins from appearing.Īrthur folded his arms and glared. "All right." Merlin took a moment to compose himself. "Tell me then I want my breakfast," Arthur demanded. "I am your servant," said Merlin quietly, still trying to conceal a laugh.Īrthur's frowning face appeared in the neck hole of the shirt. "What do you mean by bursting into my chambers at this hour of the morning?" Arthur demanded, pulling on a shirt. When he turned around, he tried to hide his obvious amusement from an irritated Arthur. For a few seconds, he stood silently listening. Merlin burst into Arthur's room and quickly closed the door.
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