Merlin hiccupped as he drained the last of the mulled wine from the bottle. He didn’t usually drink, but he was completely fed up of Arthur constantly ordering him around, not giving him any thanks. “If it wasn’t for me, he’d be dead about twenty times over” he muttered. He knew he was supposed to be polishing Arthur’s chainmail, but he really
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment