“Merlin, what are you doing?” Arthur asks, arms crossed sternly over his chest. His manservant is slowly wriggling through a tiny gape he made in the weighty front doors, a heavy fur cloak draped around his thin shoulders. “Is that my cloak?”
“You haven’t worn this one since you were a prince!” Merlin huffs.
“Mer
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