Camelot Citadel, Tuesday Morning

[bitch_prince]

"Merlin!"

There hadn't been a sign of the boy on Monday. Gaius hadn't known where he was, Morgana's maidservant - the one Merlin'd been sweet on years ago, Guinevere - didn't have a clue, and his father had just said something about keeping a better eye on one's servant, as if it were even remotely possible to keep the bloody idiot on a leashBy

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[bigdamndestiny]

Which would be about the same time Merlin stumbled back into the castle, carrying far too much to be safe.

With the horses safely stabled, the dog... making doggy friends, and Owain terrorizing the falconer, he could hunt Arthur down. And possibly get some food as well.

He knocked on Arthur's door if only because his hands were too full to open it.

[bitch_prince]

"Enter," Arthur called.

He was eating. He wasn't going to get up and open it.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Um." Merlin looked down and then up. "Little help?"

[bitch_prince]

... Now that sounded like--

Arthur yanked himself up out of his chair in part annoyance and part relief. "Merlin," he began, pulling the door open with a firm hand.