The only warning Merlin got was a creak of Arthur’s chair, and then he was trapped in the crook of Arthur’s arm, his head on the receiving end of Arthur’s knuckling against his scalp. He flailed uselessly and tried to trip Arthur to the ground. “Get off, you maniac prince!” “Take it back, you know I can write!” “Help! The prince has gone insane, he’s attacking servants!” “Why, you—”
An Ox on the Tongue by seapotato









