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Merlin stayed quiet as Arthur rambled on about foolish, royal duties and what not. There was nothing that could convince him that selling his life away to a princess he didn’t love was in the kingdom’s best interests. Arthur would be king one day and if he wished it to be, the ways of Uther could be long forgotten. He was destined to create the world of Albion, a time of peace and prosperity. Why couldn’t he be destined to marry Gwen as well? 

Raising his head up, Merlin found Clarke entering the room with a stack of books in his arms. The king wanted Arthur to read? Not even Merlin’s self control could stifle his chuckle. It would be a rare occasion to see the young Prince crack open a book, Merlin wondered if he had even touched one. A grin spread across his lips as he returned the wave to Clarke. The boy was quite young but something about him sparked nostalgia within Merlin. Memories of him first entering Camelot surged through his mind. [color=FFDF00][i] Goodness, those were the days...[/i] [/color]

Arthur barked an order and Merlin hurried to remove the plates from the Prince’s table, raising an eyebrow at his comment about meeting the supposedly beautiful girl. What was Merlin going to do with him? Tsking at Arthur’s attitude, Merlin watched as he paraded past both him and Clarke to the courtyard. Well, the day was new and Merlin refused to let the prince’s awkward behavior ruin the festival for him. 

The rising tension within the room quickly fell after the confused Prince left. [color=FFDF00]“Well, that was a pleasant conversation.”[/color] Merlin joked, shrugging as he stared at the books Clake sat down. [color=FFDF00]“I hope you don’t plan on Arthur reading those. Knowing him, he’ll probably make me retell all the information to him.”[/color] He shook his head playfully. While he absolutely hated completing the Prince’s chores, the two were still close friends. Merlin would do anything for Arthur, as he knew Arthur would do as well. [color=FFDF00]“I better get back to the royal pain. See you around, Clarke.”[/color] And with that, Merlin was off to the kitchens to return the uneaten food, not before snagging a grape though. There was no point wasting food, right? 

Mere moments later, Merlin was beside Arthur as the Royal carriage began strolling into the courtyard. Arthur leaped forward to help the lady, Seppia, step onto the floors of Camelot. The breath escaped Merlin as he took in the girl’s appearance. Beauty failed to represent the elegance and grace of the girl for she shined brighter than the scales of the Great Dragon when it touched the sunlight. He assumed it was similar to witnessing a child speak its first word or to find Arthur crack open a book. Seppia was absolutely stunning. Merlin stood, practically drooling, as Arthur took the woman’s hand and kissed it, welcoming her to Camelot. Ever the gentleman he was. 

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