#manservant?

[d1strict12-peacek33per]

‘Merthur’ and, ‘platonic’ aren’t even in the same category. You can’t convince me that they aren’t gay for each other, bro.

[whydon-twego]

Emrys has deep golden eyes staring at him from above his throne, his hair so dark as to be almost black falls across his forehead in soft locks that seem untamable, and his pale skin creates a regal effect so at odds with the clothes Emrys wears, which are well-made but among the most modest he has ever seen.

Arthur would be fascinated if he were not kneeling on the ground, ready to be killed.

"At last we meet, son of Uther."

Emrys' voice is low and Arthur feels a shiver run down his spine, not a voice he expected from such a slender body. A body that could almost seem frail were it not that that body defeated him.

Emrys rises from his throne and walks towards him, observing Arthur as one would observe an animal one had never seen before, a mixture of interest and attention.

"I'm not going to kill you," Emrys says, looking him in the eye with disdain, "I don't think it's worth it. You'll set a better example alive, once I figure out what to do with you."

Arthur does not lower his gaze even though he is afraid because death would surely have been the easier and less painful way, for he knows that magic is horrible and can make a sane man go mad.

"I will do whatever you want but leave my people alone."

Emrys stops his walk around Arthur and steps in front of him, looking at him seriously and annoyed.

"You will do what I want in any case, you cannot make demands of any kind on me after you have murdered my people, Arthur Pendragon and trust me when I tell you that it is better not to upset me"

Arthur remains staring into those gold-coloured eyes for a few moments but then lowers his gaze.

"Very well, I see we understand each other. You are very good, Arthur, we will see how you can best serve me"