Kink Me! #5
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Except, the Prince was nowhere to be found. By the time Merlin made it to his chambers (on time, of course), the Prince had already left. The servant didn’t think too much of it; the Prince often went out early on days devoted to council meetings. He liked to experience some activity before he was confined indoors, and so would go for early hunts, or supervise morning drills. It was just, normally, he’d wake Merlin to go with him.
Merlin wasn’t hurt by the fact he’d been left behind. He wasn’t, because that would be foolish. That would be expecting something of the Prince, and Merlin had no expectations in regards to himself.
So he spent the day engaged in other menial tasks. There wasn’t much to do inside the Prince’s chambers after yesterday’s cleaning spree, so the diligent servant went around the castle and found all sorts of odd jobs that he could help with. He was surprised by how many varied things that needed doing, and how little he knew of what it took to keep castle running.
He worked with a solemn frown and, thankfully, no one bothered him. They didn’t yell at him or berate him - nor did they praise him (not like he cared if they did), or stop to chat like some of the servants used to do. He might be a useless servant, but he had friends in the castle and they would often take small breaks to chat and catch up.
But, without his wide smile or hapless attitude, it almost seemed as if no one recognized him. Even Gwen walked by him, once, and didn’t look give him a second glance. He went almost completely undisturbed and congratulated himself for his inconspicuousness.
He served the Prince at the night’s feast with no words between them. Once more when Merlin entered his chambers the Prince barely looked up, but Merlin knew by the tightening of his shoulders the Prince knew who it was, this time. “Shall I help you dress, sire…?”
Arthur glared and Merlin dropped his gaze.
“No,” the Prince finally said, when Merlin remained locked in his staring contest with the floor. “Leave me.”
So Merlin went to the banquet hall and waited until the Prince came, and stood silently in the background as the Prince entered and ate, and drank and drank and drank. Each time his cup emptied his servant stepped dutifully forward to fill it, ignoring the glare directed his way, until one time he stepped back and Gwen nudged him firmly in the side.
“That’s enough, Merlin,” she said. “You shouldn’t give him any more.”
Merlin gave her a cold look. “I’ll do whatever the Prince asks of me.”
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