Deep in the Preserve, Tuesday Late Afternoon

[bitch_prince]

They had gone for a hunt. At least, that had been the general term. The honest truth was that Arthur needed to get away from his room for a while, away from the building, and into an area that made some senseThat may have explained the lack of any insults thrown at Merlin's head, but for the few that were actually needed. It also explained why he

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[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin just shot him a look. "That way?" Oh, he didn't believe a word Arthur said.

[bitch_prince]

"That's what the tracks say," Arthur said. He glanced in the direction he'd indicated. "But we're not going to shoot any."

[bigdamndestiny]

"And why is that?" Merlin asked, tromping on over to Arthur in a way that wasn't good for hunting at all.

[bitch_prince]

"They're blue deer," he said, righting himself, "It's probably best we don't get anything cursed." And he was more than a little tired, but that was to be blamed on three months-- three? of this place, and nothing about the tracks.