Fanfic: The Trials Of An Arranged Marriage
Chapter - 8
Merlin felt it quite unnecessary to break the silence than hung over them both like a particularly humongous rain cloud. Arthur's posture was stiff and he was leaning against the windows and away from Merlin.
Whether it was conscious or not on Arthur's part Merlin didn't know but he was relieved nonetheless. When he was safely ensconced in the privacy of his own rooms he could admit to himself that maybe he'd over reacted yesterday but the memory of Arthur's harsh comments prevented his guilt from festering and he was glad for the quiet for now, he hadn't even dared to ask Arthur where they were going today.
Arthur on the other hand was feeling wrong footed and unsure after Merlin's accusation, he hadn't asked for any of this to happen, but it seemed like he was in too deep already. He had started off with wanting to find any and every way to destroy his parents plans but now he found himself ready for a compromise and Arthur knew it wasn't just for political reasons, if he really didn't want the whole situation Arthur would have side stepped the whole issue neatly ages ago.
So what was it about the bratty, young Prince of Mercia that made Arthur hesitate, he knew it was a bad idea, a shoddy completely mad idea to get married so young. Maybe his ways of philandering around and having no one to talk to for ages made him a bit brain addled after all for he found himself truly enjoying just talking to Merlin and that in and of itself was a frightening prospect. Plus he didn't have the urge to run out and find some pretty lady or lad in the last week he'd been with Merlin, not once and he wondered just how much Merlin had managed to worm his way into his mind.
Merlin being so silent when he was usually chipper and chatted off Arthur's ears made Arthur frustrated. This silent brooding version of Merlin was unbearable especially since Arthur knew he was probably part of if not the whole reason for Merlin being so withdrawn today.
Arthur had thought that atleast curiosity would win out and Merlin might ask him where they were headed to but that didn't happen either and Merlin had been looking out the windows at the passing scenery with his eyes shielded by his sun glasses and earphones plugged clearly a signal to leave him alone.
They had atleast an hour to go before they reached Arthur's manor and this stillness was making Arthur reckless as he tapped his fingers on the seat between them and recited national anthems in all the languages he knew just so he didn't do something utterly stupid like shake Merlin and demand him to talk.
Finally, finally they reached their destination and Merlin got out before Arthur could tell him that this was his manor. Arthur scowled inside the car and then got out to see Merlin standing just a few feet away staring in awe at the sprawling manor ahead of him. They had parked in the main entrance with immaculate and almost ancient intricate double doors with marbled steps leading to them and Merlin idly thought that the manor looked as grand as the White House.
Arthur observed the unrestrained awe and appreciation in Merlin's eyes, he'd taken off the glasses and the ear phones and the bright sunlight illuminated his dark raven hair making them look almost auburn and Arthur felt a pang of longing so sudden that he had to turn away and clear his throat to stop his thoughts from going any further down that path.
"You look like a particularly startled gold fish with your mouth open like that" Arthur winced, he'd wanted to say something nice, maybe 'I am glad you find the manor awe inspiring' or something such but somehow he was never able to bring up his deadly charming skills and use them on Merlin, it was like some part of his mind reverted to being almost petty and vying for snark whenever Merlin was around.
Merlin scowled and schooled his expression to look akin to cool disinterest.
Arthur was surprised Merlin wasn't snapping something back at him and he needled more wanting to make Merlin loose it, "I suppose such grandeur is a very rare sight for you…"
Merlin though was not loosing his temper although his lips thinned and he turned to Arthur with an expression of slight incredulity, "You do realize Prince Arthur that I am from a royal family as well, don't you?"
What was it with the honorifics, Merlin always called him Arthur like it was a particularly distasteful thing in his tongue, now he seemed polite and aloof although chastising and Arthur didn't like it one bit.
It was Arthur's turn to scowl as he said "Let's just go in."
After having given a tour of the manor to Merlin, Arthur had shown him to his rooms and fled the place intent on getting away as fast as he could.
When he was in his private rooms he settled down in a leather high backed chair and contemplated all of the last night's events.
He was so in the wrong this time and guilt was sitting on his chest like an anvil and he sighed drawing his hair through his fingers as he wondered why he'd acted like a total jerk.
He'd like to think he was not normally this insensitive but then he realized he'd never known because people other than Merlin, Morgana and his parents generally let him have his say. And now he had to pop the big question any time soon when he was feeling unsure about the whole deal, this thing was turning out to be as dramatic as a real marriage now.
Lancelot would say that if he wasn't capable of treating Merlin right he should just walk away from the situation, Gwaine the bugger would probably try to steal Merlin if Arthur refused, Leon would probably tell him to roll with it and do it for the love of Camelot or some such rubbish, Morgana would tell him he didn't deserve Merlin hands down, his mother would ask him why he hadn't got a Harry Winston diamond yet for her son-in-law and make nefarious plans to make sure Arthur and Merlin get together, his father would berate him and tell him he was being irresponsible and neglecting his duties to the Kingdom.
He needed someone who could offer him an honest opinion without having any idea about the situation but knowing Arthur enough.
Arthur took out his sleek blackberry and rolled through the contacts before he came upon her name, a small smile stretched his lips, he'd wondered why she hadn't called him when the news broke out but then he realized she was probably pissed at him for not telling her sooner.
She picked up at the fourth ring and barked "Arthur, you better have a good explanation!"
"I do"
"Really, pray tell why then couldn't you be bothered to tell me when everyone else knows! Even Gwaine knows!"
"I didn't think it would become this real alright? I was still under the impression that I could somehow escape all this…."
"By hightailing it out of here to Madrid?"
"No!...Maybe…"
"Oh Arthur!"
"Don't start alright; I don't want to hear about the cowardliness of the act."
"And since you're not running, I take it you've decided to face up to the situation."
"Kind of…."
"How's he like?" and Arthur wasn't sure but he suspected that her tone sounded like jealousy and he wondered if it really was a good idea to have called her.
"He's absolutely horrible."
"No really Arthur….I saw the kiss you know, on 55 inch, panned and zoomed and everything."
"Harpy!"
"Arse!" she fired back.
Arthur settled himself back into the bed getting comfortable, he always felt lighter and happier whenever he talked to her.
"He's not so bad, he's spoilt….but he's uh…"
"Gorgeous?" offered Mithian.
"What? No!"
"So what do you want to do?"
"How do you know I'm going to do anything at all?"
"I'm presuming you called me because you're panicking."
"I am not!" Arthur sniped indignant before declaring in a snooty voice that would have made his father proud, "Royals do not panic."
"Yes of course, how wrong of me to assume royals are anything but put together all the time" she teased.
"Indeed, I was merely at an impasse and I needed an unbiased opinion."
"So you called me?" asked Mithian incredulous.
"Yes…" Arthur said unsure now.
"Arthur! I am your ex-girlfriend."
"Yes and the only person who'd be honest with me…."
Mithian shook her head on the other end of the line looking up at the ceiling and praying God to give her patience, sometimes Arthur could be so cruel without even trying to be.
"I don't want to marry him" said Arthur, and Mithian inwardly crowed in delight and let a small smile appear, Arthur wouldn't be able to see her anyway.
"Then don't!" she said waiting for him to answer.
"Only it's not that simple…this is not just about me you know….I'm sure my father would probably have me serve in the military full time if I don't agree…"
"But that's not why you're staying, is it? Be honest with me, do you like him at all?"
Arthur looked back on the brief times he'd spent with Merlin, the constant barbs, the drama, the unpredictability of the young Prince, Arthur was sure he didn't love the Prince of Mercia and he doubted he'd be able to when they were both pushed into a situation such as this but he definitely liked the raven haired spitfire, "Yes…yes I like him very much."
Mithian felt a pang at the wistful tone of Arthur's voice, he'd never been quite like that when he talked about her when they were still together long time ago and she'd never really gotten over him yet, maybe it was time to finally let go. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Mithian?...Mithie? Are you still there?"
"Yes, yes Arthur…do you desire him?"
Arthur wanted to deny it straight out as it was his habit with Mithie when she was his girl friend and Arthur's attention diverted for long to any other man or woman in their company but then his mind brought to forefront how he'd felt that very day when Merlin stood aloof and awestruck at the enormity of the manor and then his mind provided him with images of a naked Merlin sleeping in the bath, the time when he'd been in nothing but his boxers in a obscene position in Mordred's room.
He found himself saying "Yeah…yeah his appearance is tolerable…" downplaying his attraction as he adjusted his pants which felt too constricting now, the truth was he would probably use every one of his Lothario skills on Merlin in their marriage bed, he wanted to make the young Prince weep and beg for more, to finally have those eyes look at him with want and lust the same way Arthur desired him.
Mithian though was smart enough to catch Arthur's breathless tone and knew Arthur was not telling her everything, she didn't know whether to be grateful or not.
"Then marry him anyway, honestly Arthur, who knows you may even come to like him a lot more."
"He's a child Mithie, so young…..he doesn't deserve to have all this expected of him and neither do I."
"We do what we must Arthur…..maybe he can learn a thing or two from you."
Arthur laughed suddenly and said "Oh Mithie…his opinion of me is that I'm a bed jumping manwhore with no morals or principles or aims in my life, he asked me for a standard STD test the first time I met him!"
Mithian laughed warming up to this Prince who'd unknowingly already taken a place in Arthur's heart.
"Can you blame him Arthur? The poor dear is probably worried."
"Oh not you too!"
There was a knock and his butler entered saying "Prince Arthur, we have an emergency."
Arthur frowned rising from his prone position on the bed; covering the phone he asked "What is it?"
The butler looked frightened out of his wits and Arthur narrowed his eyes when he blurted out "Prince Merlin is missing."
"What? What do you mean he's missing?" asked Arthur still not quite believing it, Merlin had probably slept in the bath tub again, "Did you check his rooms?"
"We've searched everywhere your highness."
The butlers solemn expression made Arthur growl wondering where Merlin had got off to now and with a quick "I'll talk to you later Mithian" he walked out of his rooms in the direction of Merlin's.
"Honestly when I find him I'm going to ring that little neck!" grouched Arthur and the butler followed with an amused wonderment at seeing Arthur so discomposed.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea Mordred…" Merlin fretted as they drove away in Mordred's red convertible BMW out of the reaches of the manor.
Mordred smiled at him gently and laid a hand on top of Merlin's which were clenched at his sides.
"You told me you needed a break from it all, just relax alright, I'll get you back here in no time at all."
Merlin smiled back telling himself not to be a berk when Mordred had come at such short notice to see him.
"I hope you aren't too angry with me for telling him Merlin" Mordred broached the subject again although he and Merlin had spent the better part of their phone call fighting, well Merlin had been upset and angry with him and Mordred was trying to reason with Merlin.
Merlin's lips thinned and he frowned, "You shouldn't have" is all he said and Mordred didn't pursue the topic any longer.
"So where do you want to go today?" asked Mordred and Merlin blinked, now that he was away from the manor he really hadn't given any thought to where he wanted to go.
Mordred chuckled, "I guessed as much, I have an idea, but we need to get you a disguise I'm afraid."
Merlin settled back and tried not to think of Arthur or what he'd do if he found out Merlin was with Mordred of all people.
Think of the devil, his phone rang and Merlin saw Arthur's name in the caller Id, he was close to panicking which made Mordred look into his cell phone and frown.
Merlin closed his eyes tightly shut hoping Arthur would accept his explanation and not try to weedle anything out, "Arthur" answered Merlin in an uncharacteristically soft voice.
"Merlin, where are you? You're not in the manor, did you wander off by yourself again?" asked Arthur trying not to scream or yell at Merlin for worrying him so.
Merlin heard the anxiousness in Arthur's voice and guilt stabbed him at the chest for wandering off without bothering to tell anyone, "Uhmm….I am fine Arthur, just went out for a bit, I'll be back soon enough."
"Went out for a bit? MERLIN!" and there was the screech Merlin had been expecting from the start, "You don't even know this place that well, tell me where you are and I'll come pick you up."
"NO!" Merlin shouted immediately which made Arthur roll his eyes and Mordred glance at Merlin worriedly, "I mean that I am fine, really…I'm with a friend" Merlin figured telling the partial truth would make it seem less like a lie.
"A friend?" asked Arthur doubtful but not wanting to push, "In Paris? Who?"
"No one you know Arthur, just leave it be yeah? I'll be back soon I promise."
"Why are you not telling me who it is you're with? Or are you lying to me about this friend, if I found out you'd been wandering the city alone Merlin, gods help me…"
"Arthur! Why do you have to be so mistrustful of what I say? I AM WITH A FRIEND."
"Then let me speak to this friend."
"ARTHUR! Stop acting like a nagging wife already! My friend is driving; he can't talk to you right now!"
There was a moment of silence, "I'm hanging up now" said Merlin.
Arthur's sigh was heard through the phone, "Fine…just…just call me if you're in any trouble alright?"
Merlin felt even more guilty now at the genuine worry in Arthur's voice, oh god they weren't even married or engaged or even in a relationship and yet he was feeling like a cheating bastard right now, "Okay….don't fret too much, it doesn't suit you." Merlin wondered where all his righteous anger of the night before had disappeared to.
Arthur chuckled lightly, "Don't make me chase after you again; if I don't see you here by 8 at tops, I'm coming after you anyway."
Merlin grunted and then with a soft goodbye he hung up feeling like the worst vermin ever.
Mordred was good at choosing the place Merlin could admit, it was just what could get him out of his foul mood but he had to admit Mordred was completely clueless about the disguise part, hoodies only made people more suspicious of you, so Merlin had taken to wearing a hat and glasses to look non decrepit.
They were in Musee de l'Armee at Les Invalides, a museum dedicated to exhibit war weaponry and artifacts.
Now Merlin was an enthusiast about museums ever since he was a child and although he was not into the history of it all he was fascinated nonetheless about all the exhibits.
What made it more entertaining was that Mordred seemed to know about most exhibits and explained in detail about each and every one with an amusing anecdote here and there and Merlin added in what he knew about a few of them.
"You know I could never understand how men were able to fight wearing these heavy armor, one would think it'd be a pain to even lift an arm with these things on…." Mused Merlin idly, "What would it be 60 pounds of added weight?"
"It's true that it restricts mobility but soldiers trained for years in armor developed the muscles to move fluidly in them…and battle…the first thing you'd want when facing an opponent is protection and these certainly offered them that when a sword or mace struck it. In short it was better than being dead as soon as you stepped into the carnage path."
Merlin turned to look at Mordred with something akin to curiosity.
"What?" asked Mordred, "Why are you staring at me like that?" Mordred chuckled to dispel the unnerving feeling, he always faltered when Merlin's full attention was on him.
Merlin smiled and turned back to the 17th century armor they were inspecting, "Nothing, you just surprise me is all."
Mordred sucked in a quick breath and opened his mouth to ask what he'd wanted to when Merlin stopped him suddenly by saying "I'm hungry, its almost evening…can we go out for a snack if you don't mind?"
Mordred schooled his expression and smiled back "Sure."
After Merlin had his fill to sate his stomach, Mordred and Merlin roamed the streets in the fading light of the evening.
Merlin though couldn't ignore the big elephant any longer and asked "Why did you tell him Mordred? I never wanted him to know."
Mordred looked unsure for a minute before he met Merlin's stare, there was a certainty in his eyes and tone when he said "I can't always be there to protect you. And it frightens me to think some harm would come to you…."
"I don't need protection" said Merlin gently but firmly.
"Yes you do." Mordred said just as firmly and Merlin scowled.
"And even if you don't I'd feel better knowing someone was there looking out for you."
"And you'd rather that someone be Arthur?" snapped Merlin regretting it as soon as he saw the pain in Mordred's eyes.
Mordred though turned away from him saying "You sure know how to retort Merlin."
"Gosh, I'm sorry Mordred, I shouldn't have….I'm sorry!" Merlin knew atleast sub consciously how Mordred felt about him and it was so wrong, so wrong to keep this up but he'd never asked for these circumstances with Arthur.
"I'm such a jerk" bemoaned Merlin quietly which made Mordred look back at him and smile softly, encouraged now Merlin smiled back still unsure about their stance.
"It's alright Merlin, it's not your fault, you didn't ask for the marriage."
"It's still my fault I'm not capable of saying no."
"You care about Mercia, you'll be a good leader because of that."
"One thing though…if you ever need someone to be there for you…I'll always be here."
Merlin gave him a teary smile not really able to believe his life was going to change so much in so short a time and none of it had been anticipated.
Not giving Mordred a chance to hesitate Merlin threw his arms around Mordred and brought him into a tight hug, Mordred who was surprised by this sudden bout of affection stood still for awhile before he wrapped his arms around Merlin as well.
"This is going to change everything, isn't it?" asked Merlin in a small voice that belied how he was still a teen who had the weight of the world and a whole nation's expectation on his shoulders.
Mordred said nothing holding on to Merlin and wishing he could be the one to always have this, he thought 'No Merlin, this doesn't change anything at all…'
What neither of them failed to note was the reporter hiding away in a corner from where they were both talking and who had by this time taken many many photos of the both of them together and the last one was the icing on the cake.
When they'd reached the manor at last Merlin checked his watch and noted it was only seven thirty, he said goodbye to Mordred at the gate before he walked all the way to the double doors of the large and imposing manor house.
He was about to go inside when he noticed that someone was already waiting outside, it took him a second to recognize that someone was Arthur and he looked livid.
Merlin frowned wondering what the problem was; he was back before 8 like Arthur had said.
Arthur didn't speak a word to him as they both entered together and Merlin noticed all the maids and staff of the house looked edgy, the butler was positively frowning at Arthur and giving Merlin sympathizing looks.
When they'd reached the main hall though Arthur stopped and quite abruptly and harshly pushed Merlin to sit in front of the tv. Arthur then gave Merlin a bone chilling glare before he switched the tv on and Merlin didn't quite understand what this was all about until he saw and gasped, his eyes widening in shock.
"Prince Merlin spotted with Duke Parker in Les Invalides only days after he was seen with Prince Arthur of Camelot…In this picture the Prince of Mercia and Duke Parker seemed to be having quite a romantic moment…"
"The wonder now is what would poor Prince Arthur do now that his recent romantic interest has gone off and cheated on him with Duke Parker of Essex."
"Just as the tension seemed to break between Camelot and Mercia with hopes of a union between the two royal families, this scandal had opened up a new path of aggression again…"
"Prince Merlin doesn't deserve Prince Arthur of Camelot, everyone knows Prince Arthur's too good for the likes of…"
"I can't believe he cheated on Prince Arthur!"
The lines just kept blurring in Merlin's mind and he turned away from the images being projected.
Thankfully Arthur turned off the television and Merlin looked up to meet Arthur's eyes brimming with rage and tried to justify his actions before Arthur could erupt into a tirade, "Arthur, I can explain…I just wanted to get away for a while, nothing happened."
Merlin was just waiting for Arthur to explode on him but he was shocked into silence again when Arthur lifted up a hand.
"I don't care for your explanations. All the time I've known you, you've insulted me, you've lied to me, acted like the spoiled child cosseted by your parents and I've put up with all of that and this is what I get…" Arthur's voice was cold and Merlin tried not to flinch.
"Arthur…" tried Merlin through the pain and hurt Arthur's words were causing him.
"You dragged my name through the mud, along with the reputation of both Mercia and Camelot."
"How was I supposed to know this would happen Arthur?" asked Merlin desperate for Arthur to understand, he was being pushed into a corner and he had to escape for a while at least, "I just wanted to get away for a while."
"With Mordred? Do you want to run away with him? Elope with him? Is that it then, is this your way of escaping the situation?" asked Arthur his voice getting louder with each barb.
"No…no…I don't…"
Arthur then gave Merlin a cruel smirk and Merlin gulped, "Never mind that, even if you do you won't be able to, isn't that right? You're father and Mercia need Camelot's alliance too much to even think of such a scandal."
Merlin curled his lips in distaste at what Arthur implied and knowing it to be true.
Arthur then backed Merlin into the couch boxing Merlin in with his arms, his blue eyes were alight with a fire and determination that made Merlin scared for himself but Arthur's voice was low and calm belying his inner rage as he said "Now here is what we're going to do, though you would be the least beneficial and least tempting of all the offers of marriage I could ever get, we are going to be married and I expect you to act the part and not embarrass me or Camelot any further with your childish ineptitude."
"And I don't care about who you go begging to for sex but whoever it is and whatever you do I expect it to happen discreetly."
"Are we clear?" asked Arthur menacing and Merlin stared back defiant.
"I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this; you're really as dumb as all those reporters."
Arthur growled and slammed his fist hard into the arm rest making Merlin jump, "I trusted you but you lied to me and you made me look a fool in front of the entire world!"
"I'm sorry!" Merlin hurried to say grabbing at Arthur's clenched fists and Arthur immediately pushed his hands away as if they burned him.
Arthur turned and walked out of the room swiftly not giving Merlin a chance to apologize again.
Merlin felt it quite unnecessary to break the silence than hung over them both like a particularly humongous rain cloud. Arthur's posture was stiff and he was leaning against the windows and away from Merlin.
Whether it was conscious or not on Arthur's part Merlin didn't know but he was relieved nonetheless. When he was safely ensconced in the privacy of his own rooms he could admit to himself that maybe he'd over reacted yesterday but the memory of Arthur's harsh comments prevented his guilt from festering and he was glad for the quiet for now, he hadn't even dared to ask Arthur where they were going today.
Arthur on the other hand was feeling wrong footed and unsure after Merlin's accusation, he hadn't asked for any of this to happen, but it seemed like he was in too deep already. He had started off with wanting to find any and every way to destroy his parents plans but now he found himself ready for a compromise and Arthur knew it wasn't just for political reasons, if he really didn't want the whole situation Arthur would have side stepped the whole issue neatly ages ago.
So what was it about the bratty, young Prince of Mercia that made Arthur hesitate, he knew it was a bad idea, a shoddy completely mad idea to get married so young. Maybe his ways of philandering around and having no one to talk to for ages made him a bit brain addled after all for he found himself truly enjoying just talking to Merlin and that in and of itself was a frightening prospect. Plus he didn't have the urge to run out and find some pretty lady or lad in the last week he'd been with Merlin, not once and he wondered just how much Merlin had managed to worm his way into his mind.
Merlin being so silent when he was usually chipper and chatted off Arthur's ears made Arthur frustrated. This silent brooding version of Merlin was unbearable especially since Arthur knew he was probably part of if not the whole reason for Merlin being so withdrawn today.
Arthur had thought that atleast curiosity would win out and Merlin might ask him where they were headed to but that didn't happen either and Merlin had been looking out the windows at the passing scenery with his eyes shielded by his sun glasses and earphones plugged clearly a signal to leave him alone.
They had atleast an hour to go before they reached Arthur's manor and this stillness was making Arthur reckless as he tapped his fingers on the seat between them and recited national anthems in all the languages he knew just so he didn't do something utterly stupid like shake Merlin and demand him to talk.
Finally, finally they reached their destination and Merlin got out before Arthur could tell him that this was his manor. Arthur scowled inside the car and then got out to see Merlin standing just a few feet away staring in awe at the sprawling manor ahead of him. They had parked in the main entrance with immaculate and almost ancient intricate double doors with marbled steps leading to them and Merlin idly thought that the manor looked as grand as the White House.
Arthur observed the unrestrained awe and appreciation in Merlin's eyes, he'd taken off the glasses and the ear phones and the bright sunlight illuminated his dark raven hair making them look almost auburn and Arthur felt a pang of longing so sudden that he had to turn away and clear his throat to stop his thoughts from going any further down that path.
"You look like a particularly startled gold fish with your mouth open like that" Arthur winced, he'd wanted to say something nice, maybe 'I am glad you find the manor awe inspiring' or something such but somehow he was never able to bring up his deadly charming skills and use them on Merlin, it was like some part of his mind reverted to being almost petty and vying for snark whenever Merlin was around.
Merlin scowled and schooled his expression to look akin to cool disinterest.
Arthur was surprised Merlin wasn't snapping something back at him and he needled more wanting to make Merlin loose it, "I suppose such grandeur is a very rare sight for you…"
Merlin though was not loosing his temper although his lips thinned and he turned to Arthur with an expression of slight incredulity, "You do realize Prince Arthur that I am from a royal family as well, don't you?"
What was it with the honorifics, Merlin always called him Arthur like it was a particularly distasteful thing in his tongue, now he seemed polite and aloof although chastising and Arthur didn't like it one bit.
It was Arthur's turn to scowl as he said "Let's just go in."
After having given a tour of the manor to Merlin, Arthur had shown him to his rooms and fled the place intent on getting away as fast as he could.
When he was in his private rooms he settled down in a leather high backed chair and contemplated all of the last night's events.
He was so in the wrong this time and guilt was sitting on his chest like an anvil and he sighed drawing his hair through his fingers as he wondered why he'd acted like a total jerk.
He'd like to think he was not normally this insensitive but then he realized he'd never known because people other than Merlin, Morgana and his parents generally let him have his say. And now he had to pop the big question any time soon when he was feeling unsure about the whole deal, this thing was turning out to be as dramatic as a real marriage now.
Lancelot would say that if he wasn't capable of treating Merlin right he should just walk away from the situation, Gwaine the bugger would probably try to steal Merlin if Arthur refused, Leon would probably tell him to roll with it and do it for the love of Camelot or some such rubbish, Morgana would tell him he didn't deserve Merlin hands down, his mother would ask him why he hadn't got a Harry Winston diamond yet for her son-in-law and make nefarious plans to make sure Arthur and Merlin get together, his father would berate him and tell him he was being irresponsible and neglecting his duties to the Kingdom.
He needed someone who could offer him an honest opinion without having any idea about the situation but knowing Arthur enough.
Arthur took out his sleek blackberry and rolled through the contacts before he came upon her name, a small smile stretched his lips, he'd wondered why she hadn't called him when the news broke out but then he realized she was probably pissed at him for not telling her sooner.
She picked up at the fourth ring and barked "Arthur, you better have a good explanation!"
"I do"
"Really, pray tell why then couldn't you be bothered to tell me when everyone else knows! Even Gwaine knows!"
"I didn't think it would become this real alright? I was still under the impression that I could somehow escape all this…."
"By hightailing it out of here to Madrid?"
"No!...Maybe…"
"Oh Arthur!"
"Don't start alright; I don't want to hear about the cowardliness of the act."
"And since you're not running, I take it you've decided to face up to the situation."
"Kind of…."
"How's he like?" and Arthur wasn't sure but he suspected that her tone sounded like jealousy and he wondered if it really was a good idea to have called her.
"He's absolutely horrible."
"No really Arthur….I saw the kiss you know, on 55 inch, panned and zoomed and everything."
"Harpy!"
"Arse!" she fired back.
Arthur settled himself back into the bed getting comfortable, he always felt lighter and happier whenever he talked to her.
"He's not so bad, he's spoilt….but he's uh…"
"Gorgeous?" offered Mithian.
"What? No!"
"So what do you want to do?"
"How do you know I'm going to do anything at all?"
"I'm presuming you called me because you're panicking."
"I am not!" Arthur sniped indignant before declaring in a snooty voice that would have made his father proud, "Royals do not panic."
"Yes of course, how wrong of me to assume royals are anything but put together all the time" she teased.
"Indeed, I was merely at an impasse and I needed an unbiased opinion."
"So you called me?" asked Mithian incredulous.
"Yes…" Arthur said unsure now.
"Arthur! I am your ex-girlfriend."
"Yes and the only person who'd be honest with me…."
Mithian shook her head on the other end of the line looking up at the ceiling and praying God to give her patience, sometimes Arthur could be so cruel without even trying to be.
"I don't want to marry him" said Arthur, and Mithian inwardly crowed in delight and let a small smile appear, Arthur wouldn't be able to see her anyway.
"Then don't!" she said waiting for him to answer.
"Only it's not that simple…this is not just about me you know….I'm sure my father would probably have me serve in the military full time if I don't agree…"
"But that's not why you're staying, is it? Be honest with me, do you like him at all?"
Arthur looked back on the brief times he'd spent with Merlin, the constant barbs, the drama, the unpredictability of the young Prince, Arthur was sure he didn't love the Prince of Mercia and he doubted he'd be able to when they were both pushed into a situation such as this but he definitely liked the raven haired spitfire, "Yes…yes I like him very much."
Mithian felt a pang at the wistful tone of Arthur's voice, he'd never been quite like that when he talked about her when they were still together long time ago and she'd never really gotten over him yet, maybe it was time to finally let go. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Mithian?...Mithie? Are you still there?"
"Yes, yes Arthur…do you desire him?"
Arthur wanted to deny it straight out as it was his habit with Mithie when she was his girl friend and Arthur's attention diverted for long to any other man or woman in their company but then his mind brought to forefront how he'd felt that very day when Merlin stood aloof and awestruck at the enormity of the manor and then his mind provided him with images of a naked Merlin sleeping in the bath, the time when he'd been in nothing but his boxers in a obscene position in Mordred's room.
He found himself saying "Yeah…yeah his appearance is tolerable…" downplaying his attraction as he adjusted his pants which felt too constricting now, the truth was he would probably use every one of his Lothario skills on Merlin in their marriage bed, he wanted to make the young Prince weep and beg for more, to finally have those eyes look at him with want and lust the same way Arthur desired him.
Mithian though was smart enough to catch Arthur's breathless tone and knew Arthur was not telling her everything, she didn't know whether to be grateful or not.
"Then marry him anyway, honestly Arthur, who knows you may even come to like him a lot more."
"He's a child Mithie, so young…..he doesn't deserve to have all this expected of him and neither do I."
"We do what we must Arthur…..maybe he can learn a thing or two from you."
Arthur laughed suddenly and said "Oh Mithie…his opinion of me is that I'm a bed jumping manwhore with no morals or principles or aims in my life, he asked me for a standard STD test the first time I met him!"
Mithian laughed warming up to this Prince who'd unknowingly already taken a place in Arthur's heart.
"Can you blame him Arthur? The poor dear is probably worried."
"Oh not you too!"
There was a knock and his butler entered saying "Prince Arthur, we have an emergency."
Arthur frowned rising from his prone position on the bed; covering the phone he asked "What is it?"
The butler looked frightened out of his wits and Arthur narrowed his eyes when he blurted out "Prince Merlin is missing."
"What? What do you mean he's missing?" asked Arthur still not quite believing it, Merlin had probably slept in the bath tub again, "Did you check his rooms?"
"We've searched everywhere your highness."
The butlers solemn expression made Arthur growl wondering where Merlin had got off to now and with a quick "I'll talk to you later Mithian" he walked out of his rooms in the direction of Merlin's.
"Honestly when I find him I'm going to ring that little neck!" grouched Arthur and the butler followed with an amused wonderment at seeing Arthur so discomposed.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea Mordred…" Merlin fretted as they drove away in Mordred's red convertible BMW out of the reaches of the manor.
Mordred smiled at him gently and laid a hand on top of Merlin's which were clenched at his sides.
"You told me you needed a break from it all, just relax alright, I'll get you back here in no time at all."
Merlin smiled back telling himself not to be a berk when Mordred had come at such short notice to see him.
"I hope you aren't too angry with me for telling him Merlin" Mordred broached the subject again although he and Merlin had spent the better part of their phone call fighting, well Merlin had been upset and angry with him and Mordred was trying to reason with Merlin.
Merlin's lips thinned and he frowned, "You shouldn't have" is all he said and Mordred didn't pursue the topic any longer.
"So where do you want to go today?" asked Mordred and Merlin blinked, now that he was away from the manor he really hadn't given any thought to where he wanted to go.
Mordred chuckled, "I guessed as much, I have an idea, but we need to get you a disguise I'm afraid."
Merlin settled back and tried not to think of Arthur or what he'd do if he found out Merlin was with Mordred of all people.
Think of the devil, his phone rang and Merlin saw Arthur's name in the caller Id, he was close to panicking which made Mordred look into his cell phone and frown.
Merlin closed his eyes tightly shut hoping Arthur would accept his explanation and not try to weedle anything out, "Arthur" answered Merlin in an uncharacteristically soft voice.
"Merlin, where are you? You're not in the manor, did you wander off by yourself again?" asked Arthur trying not to scream or yell at Merlin for worrying him so.
Merlin heard the anxiousness in Arthur's voice and guilt stabbed him at the chest for wandering off without bothering to tell anyone, "Uhmm….I am fine Arthur, just went out for a bit, I'll be back soon enough."
"Went out for a bit? MERLIN!" and there was the screech Merlin had been expecting from the start, "You don't even know this place that well, tell me where you are and I'll come pick you up."
"NO!" Merlin shouted immediately which made Arthur roll his eyes and Mordred glance at Merlin worriedly, "I mean that I am fine, really…I'm with a friend" Merlin figured telling the partial truth would make it seem less like a lie.
"A friend?" asked Arthur doubtful but not wanting to push, "In Paris? Who?"
"No one you know Arthur, just leave it be yeah? I'll be back soon I promise."
"Why are you not telling me who it is you're with? Or are you lying to me about this friend, if I found out you'd been wandering the city alone Merlin, gods help me…"
"Arthur! Why do you have to be so mistrustful of what I say? I AM WITH A FRIEND."
"Then let me speak to this friend."
"ARTHUR! Stop acting like a nagging wife already! My friend is driving; he can't talk to you right now!"
There was a moment of silence, "I'm hanging up now" said Merlin.
Arthur's sigh was heard through the phone, "Fine…just…just call me if you're in any trouble alright?"
Merlin felt even more guilty now at the genuine worry in Arthur's voice, oh god they weren't even married or engaged or even in a relationship and yet he was feeling like a cheating bastard right now, "Okay….don't fret too much, it doesn't suit you." Merlin wondered where all his righteous anger of the night before had disappeared to.
Arthur chuckled lightly, "Don't make me chase after you again; if I don't see you here by 8 at tops, I'm coming after you anyway."
Merlin grunted and then with a soft goodbye he hung up feeling like the worst vermin ever.
Mordred was good at choosing the place Merlin could admit, it was just what could get him out of his foul mood but he had to admit Mordred was completely clueless about the disguise part, hoodies only made people more suspicious of you, so Merlin had taken to wearing a hat and glasses to look non decrepit.
They were in Musee de l'Armee at Les Invalides, a museum dedicated to exhibit war weaponry and artifacts.
Now Merlin was an enthusiast about museums ever since he was a child and although he was not into the history of it all he was fascinated nonetheless about all the exhibits.
What made it more entertaining was that Mordred seemed to know about most exhibits and explained in detail about each and every one with an amusing anecdote here and there and Merlin added in what he knew about a few of them.
"You know I could never understand how men were able to fight wearing these heavy armor, one would think it'd be a pain to even lift an arm with these things on…." Mused Merlin idly, "What would it be 60 pounds of added weight?"
"It's true that it restricts mobility but soldiers trained for years in armor developed the muscles to move fluidly in them…and battle…the first thing you'd want when facing an opponent is protection and these certainly offered them that when a sword or mace struck it. In short it was better than being dead as soon as you stepped into the carnage path."
Merlin turned to look at Mordred with something akin to curiosity.
"What?" asked Mordred, "Why are you staring at me like that?" Mordred chuckled to dispel the unnerving feeling, he always faltered when Merlin's full attention was on him.
Merlin smiled and turned back to the 17th century armor they were inspecting, "Nothing, you just surprise me is all."
Mordred sucked in a quick breath and opened his mouth to ask what he'd wanted to when Merlin stopped him suddenly by saying "I'm hungry, its almost evening…can we go out for a snack if you don't mind?"
Mordred schooled his expression and smiled back "Sure."
After Merlin had his fill to sate his stomach, Mordred and Merlin roamed the streets in the fading light of the evening.
Merlin though couldn't ignore the big elephant any longer and asked "Why did you tell him Mordred? I never wanted him to know."
Mordred looked unsure for a minute before he met Merlin's stare, there was a certainty in his eyes and tone when he said "I can't always be there to protect you. And it frightens me to think some harm would come to you…."
"I don't need protection" said Merlin gently but firmly.
"Yes you do." Mordred said just as firmly and Merlin scowled.
"And even if you don't I'd feel better knowing someone was there looking out for you."
"And you'd rather that someone be Arthur?" snapped Merlin regretting it as soon as he saw the pain in Mordred's eyes.
Mordred though turned away from him saying "You sure know how to retort Merlin."
"Gosh, I'm sorry Mordred, I shouldn't have….I'm sorry!" Merlin knew atleast sub consciously how Mordred felt about him and it was so wrong, so wrong to keep this up but he'd never asked for these circumstances with Arthur.
"I'm such a jerk" bemoaned Merlin quietly which made Mordred look back at him and smile softly, encouraged now Merlin smiled back still unsure about their stance.
"It's alright Merlin, it's not your fault, you didn't ask for the marriage."
"It's still my fault I'm not capable of saying no."
"You care about Mercia, you'll be a good leader because of that."
"One thing though…if you ever need someone to be there for you…I'll always be here."
Merlin gave him a teary smile not really able to believe his life was going to change so much in so short a time and none of it had been anticipated.
Not giving Mordred a chance to hesitate Merlin threw his arms around Mordred and brought him into a tight hug, Mordred who was surprised by this sudden bout of affection stood still for awhile before he wrapped his arms around Merlin as well.
"This is going to change everything, isn't it?" asked Merlin in a small voice that belied how he was still a teen who had the weight of the world and a whole nation's expectation on his shoulders.
Mordred said nothing holding on to Merlin and wishing he could be the one to always have this, he thought 'No Merlin, this doesn't change anything at all…'
What neither of them failed to note was the reporter hiding away in a corner from where they were both talking and who had by this time taken many many photos of the both of them together and the last one was the icing on the cake.
When they'd reached the manor at last Merlin checked his watch and noted it was only seven thirty, he said goodbye to Mordred at the gate before he walked all the way to the double doors of the large and imposing manor house.
He was about to go inside when he noticed that someone was already waiting outside, it took him a second to recognize that someone was Arthur and he looked livid.
Merlin frowned wondering what the problem was; he was back before 8 like Arthur had said.
Arthur didn't speak a word to him as they both entered together and Merlin noticed all the maids and staff of the house looked edgy, the butler was positively frowning at Arthur and giving Merlin sympathizing looks.
When they'd reached the main hall though Arthur stopped and quite abruptly and harshly pushed Merlin to sit in front of the tv. Arthur then gave Merlin a bone chilling glare before he switched the tv on and Merlin didn't quite understand what this was all about until he saw and gasped, his eyes widening in shock.
"Prince Merlin spotted with Duke Parker in Les Invalides only days after he was seen with Prince Arthur of Camelot…In this picture the Prince of Mercia and Duke Parker seemed to be having quite a romantic moment…"
"The wonder now is what would poor Prince Arthur do now that his recent romantic interest has gone off and cheated on him with Duke Parker of Essex."
"Just as the tension seemed to break between Camelot and Mercia with hopes of a union between the two royal families, this scandal had opened up a new path of aggression again…"
"Prince Merlin doesn't deserve Prince Arthur of Camelot, everyone knows Prince Arthur's too good for the likes of…"
"I can't believe he cheated on Prince Arthur!"
The lines just kept blurring in Merlin's mind and he turned away from the images being projected.
Thankfully Arthur turned off the television and Merlin looked up to meet Arthur's eyes brimming with rage and tried to justify his actions before Arthur could erupt into a tirade, "Arthur, I can explain…I just wanted to get away for a while, nothing happened."
Merlin was just waiting for Arthur to explode on him but he was shocked into silence again when Arthur lifted up a hand.
"I don't care for your explanations. All the time I've known you, you've insulted me, you've lied to me, acted like the spoiled child cosseted by your parents and I've put up with all of that and this is what I get…" Arthur's voice was cold and Merlin tried not to flinch.
"Arthur…" tried Merlin through the pain and hurt Arthur's words were causing him.
"You dragged my name through the mud, along with the reputation of both Mercia and Camelot."
"How was I supposed to know this would happen Arthur?" asked Merlin desperate for Arthur to understand, he was being pushed into a corner and he had to escape for a while at least, "I just wanted to get away for a while."
"With Mordred? Do you want to run away with him? Elope with him? Is that it then, is this your way of escaping the situation?" asked Arthur his voice getting louder with each barb.
"No…no…I don't…"
Arthur then gave Merlin a cruel smirk and Merlin gulped, "Never mind that, even if you do you won't be able to, isn't that right? You're father and Mercia need Camelot's alliance too much to even think of such a scandal."
Merlin curled his lips in distaste at what Arthur implied and knowing it to be true.
Arthur then backed Merlin into the couch boxing Merlin in with his arms, his blue eyes were alight with a fire and determination that made Merlin scared for himself but Arthur's voice was low and calm belying his inner rage as he said "Now here is what we're going to do, though you would be the least beneficial and least tempting of all the offers of marriage I could ever get, we are going to be married and I expect you to act the part and not embarrass me or Camelot any further with your childish ineptitude."
"And I don't care about who you go begging to for sex but whoever it is and whatever you do I expect it to happen discreetly."
"Are we clear?" asked Arthur menacing and Merlin stared back defiant.
"I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this; you're really as dumb as all those reporters."
Arthur growled and slammed his fist hard into the arm rest making Merlin jump, "I trusted you but you lied to me and you made me look a fool in front of the entire world!"
"I'm sorry!" Merlin hurried to say grabbing at Arthur's clenched fists and Arthur immediately pushed his hands away as if they burned him.
Arthur turned and walked out of the room swiftly not giving Merlin a chance to apologize again.