not just a servant [is being edited]

Chapter 15

"Clotpole!"

"Idiot!"

"Prat!"

"Worst servant in the five kingdoms!"

"Dollophead!"

Arthur and his servant are going through their morning routine, casually throwing insults at one another to agitate one another. Noella who also was situated in the room and was now laying on the floor, laughing her head off. She had giggled until that Merlin said 'Dollophead'. That was what SHE called HIM. You try not to smile!

All of the Camelotians, except Merlin, where staring at the princess. She had mud in her raven black hair and her smile was plastered on from cheek to cheek, laughter still fluttering out of her mouth. Prince Arijae and the knights of Arcus sat there and grinned politely, except for sir Matheo who laugh was almost as loud as the princess's. Arijae tried giving him a pointed look to remain somewhat normal to the Camelotians, but he almost gave up himself as he could barely withhold his laughter. With a raised eyebrow, Arthur looked down at the girl and was instantly hit with a sense of deja vu. A raven haired man, with the same piercing blue eyes, staggering up from behind a tree, covered in mud. That had been no other than Merlin.

A little while later, Lancelot helped the princess stand up, when she had calmed down a bit. In the short time, the two seemed to have become good friends. Noella tried without success to take out some of the mud in her hair by combing it with her fingers. Then she shook her like a wet dog, but the pieces of mud were still very much present in her hair. The princess still wore a big smile on her lips. She certainly was the worst out of the three at hiding her emotions. The blond king kept glancing over at her, his mind repeating the words: 'Dear lord she looks like Merlin' whilst furrowing his brows. They would travel closer to Arcus later that day, and that seemed to make Merlin in a good mood. This time, all of them, except Hunith of course, would go. They were noth going to wear any cloaks, that would look strange.

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In the forest, they where chatting as usual, Arthur and Merlin once more having their usual banter amongst themselves, with a approvingly giggling public called Noella. Gwaine was telling Achille and Matheo one of his tavern stories, that all of the Camelotians had heard at least ten times before. Eloi was telling Elyan and Luc some jokes and riddles to keep them occupied. Leon, Percival and Arijae were playing a little game.

"You are all so childish!" Noella said, still giggling. She had looked around at them all, and the word childish was a good way to describe how they where. Everybody was stunned for a moment, except Merlin who smiled at his sister.

"But thank you my Princess." He said and got a deathly glare from Noella. At that his smile got wider.

"Du din.. Det var inte menat som en komplimang, idiot!/You little.. That was not meant as a compliment, idiot!/" Noella said something at her own language, and to the Camelotians surprise, Merlin answered. But not in English.

"Till din tjänst. /At your service/" He said and bowed his head and smiled, now with his famous Prince smile. They had stopped and all eyes where on the two teasing siblings. Gwaine nearly gasped when he saw Merlin's smile. He had seen it, ten years ago, in Arcus.
The other Camelotians did not need to know their language to know that Merlin had easily won, but that didn't stop them from furrowing their brows at him.

"What the hell did you just say?" Arthur asked his servant.

"Just a little Swedish.. They speak that in Arcus, and because Ealdor lies so near, I have learned it since birth." He said quietly, still smiling, but not as wide. That was not completely a lie, the other villages in Ealdor could also speak it, and he had been learning it since birth, but just in Arcus, not Ealdor.
They continued riding. Soon an arrow flew over their heads. All of them, even Merlin who forgot to act clumsier than he was, jumped off their horses. They tried to take cover from the arrows, and waited silently, as no more arrows were shot. The single arrow had stuck itself into a tree, and none of them had seen that it held a note on it. Luc took it and began to read:

"Arthur and Balinors offspring.
Gather an army to a week from now. We fight over Arcus and Camelot on the land of Camelann.

Morgana and Gabriel."

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Mordred looked up at the great city of Arcus. It looked as to be in ruins as what it once would have been, but still devastated in a man he had once trusted, he barely took in the many details of how Gabriel had destroyed this city. He took a deep breath and continued to walk.

Later, he found himself standing infront of her and Gabriel. They where sitting on two thrones. Mordred was forced down on one knee in front of her.

"My old friend." Morgana said and looked down on the once knight of Camelot. "Last time we met you tried to kill me." Her voice showed no emotions. If he had been in the right mind, he would taken this as another warning sign not to do what he was he was about to. People do mad things out of grief.

"I am here for a purpose, Morgana." His voice was nothing like the young boy she had once known. This voice was hard and cold. " I did not break stride to find you. I bring you the news you have longed for."

"Arthur's death?" She asked.

"The key to it." Morgana smiled down at the young man. "I was wrong to ever question your wisdom my lady, and I wish to make amends." He continued quickly.

"Tell m-us." Morgana said shortly, barley taking notice of the king in the room.

"There is someone you have been searching for. Someone who has always eluded you." He spoke.

"Emrys." Morgana answered the unspoken question and smile a real, devil, smile.

"I know where his is." Mordred says nearly angry.

"Where?" Morgana asks, and her face falls back to emotion less.

"Camelot. And I have his true name. It is Merlin."

"Prince Merlin?" Gabriel asks. He looks surprised and then he smiles, with an evil smirk.

/AN: I WROTE IT BEFORE I AM GOING TO FRANCE!!! PROUD!!! I know it is short, but a lot happens. It is kind of sad but the beginnig is funny. ily guys!!/