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As honored as Arthur continually was to be the ruler of Camelot, being the King came with a certain set of restrictions of which he was not particularly fond. One of those restrictions was a lack of time to himself. Everywhere he went, Arthur was followed. Knights, guards, servants, Merlin-- it was enough to drive a perfectly sane man mad!
“Honestly, Merlin, I told you I did not need company on this hunting expedition! The kingdom will be perfectly fine for one night; I will not even be out past dawn!” Arthur tossed his crossbow down from his horse and dismounted, his expression incredulous when Merlin did not look at him. “I am talking to you, you know. You might at least pretend to pay attention -- Merlin?” Arthur blinked, refusing to believe what he saw in the split second before his manservant blinked. There was a golden glow in his eyes. Perhaps it was a reflection of the setting sun? Or a glare from the fire Arthur had started? There was a reasonable explanation, Arthur told himself sternly. He would not gain anything by jumping to conclusions.









