Imagines and Preferences: Book 1

Very Funny | Arthur Pendragon

Summary: Merlin teases Arthur about you...

QOTP: If you had magic, what would you do?

Word Count: 1808

You are not of noble descent by any means - just a peasant from the city. Someone Uther certainly won't approve of for Arthur.

But, regardless, Arthur has fallen in love with you.

He met you when he went out into the city, just looking at the wares and wandering around. Maybe breaking up a fight or two.

You were walking, a basket in your arms containing some food. He was walking in the opposite direction, and you noticed and bowed.

When you straightened, he saw your face and was rendered speechless. You went to continue walking, but he came to his senses enough to stop you.

"Stop!" he half-shouted. A few people turned and you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

You pointed at yourself as if to ask, 'Me?'

"Yes, you," Arthur said.

You walked back towards him. "Ha-Have I done something wrong, sire?"

"No, not at all. I just... I, uh..." A blush tints his cheeks as he tries to figure out what to say. "Um, what- what is your name?"

"Y/N... sire."

"No need for the whole 'sire' thing. Um..."

"Is that all?" you asked, then immediately tried to apologize because you feared it sounded rude.

He interrupts you, "Not quite... um, where do you happen to be going?"

"My... my house?"

"Well, that's quite... that's nice..."

It was silent between you two, but you didn't leave because he hadn't dismissed you yet. Then, he ever-so-quietly said, "Would you like to... join me for a walk in the forest?"

"What?" you asked, confused.

Arthur blushed. "I-I mean, you don't have to. Really. Just... asking."

From his awkward demeanor and the blush he had adorned, you could tell he was genuine, but you weren't sure why. He looked crestfallen that you didn't reply, and started to say something, but you said, "Yes."

"Wait, really?" he asked.

You smile a little. "Yes."

"T-Tomorrow afternoon?" he suggested. "Meet me outside of the trees near the right side of the castle."

You agreed.

It was a lovely date, though you had some questions.

"What's this about exactly?" you had asked.

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean? We're... We're on a date - at least I thought so. I mean-"

"No, I-I thought that, too, but, why? You're the prince and I'm just a... peasant."