Merlin let loose a grunt as she walked through the door into Gaius' chambers absolutely exhausted.
Five hours.
He made them go at it for five bloody hours.
She has never fought that long since she was training with Geralt. That man was a slave driver. Her fights never lasted that long. Her opponent was either dead or crying by the end of it. Arthur was neither.
Every time he hit the ground his pride would force him back up and they were at it again. It annoyed Merlin.
A person should know when they're beat.
The only reason they stopped was because Merlin forced him to. After sending him to the ground for what seemed the thousandth time that day, Merlin's back began to screech at her.
She kicked his sword away and held him at blade point with her pitifully dull one. The metal beginning to crack at the brute force behind the Prince's swings and its poorly kept conditions.
If her sword was kept like that it would no longer be her's. It's owner would see to that. Goblins were very possessive. Only those they deemed worthy were allowed to wield their creations. Merlin was one of the lucky few.
She stared the prince down, "One should know when they're beat."
His already red cheeks reddened more in his anger, "I have not been beat, I can keep-."
"No!" She snapped cutting him off sharply, "You can't keep going, you're practically buckling at the knees, you're exhausted and we have skipped both breakfast and lunch-."
"I said I'm fine! I-."
"You aren't fine!" She cut him off again, "You can't fight in the bloody tournament if you can't move, pushing your body past it's limit will do nothing but cause you damage!" She stared him down, daring him to refute the facts she had laid in front of him.
He narrowed his eyes, "I'm your prince, you're my servant, I tell you what to do," he started and Merlin scowled.
"You're a Prince , I'm your Maidservant, which means you are under my care," Merlin narrowed her gaze into sharp slits, "which means while part of my job is to be at your beck and call like a well tamed dog," she inhaled deeply. "I am also meant to look after your well being," No matter how much I wish to gut you and hang you from the balcony by your small intestine.
She closed her eyes and exhaled to keep herself from making that mental fantasy a reality,"Which means, I feed and burp you when you're meant to be fed and burped, I bathe and change you when you soil yourself and I take you out to play when you're antsy," she let herself smile a sickly sweet smile, "play time is over, Lord."
"You cannot speak to me in such a manner!"
"I just did, did my tongue fall from my mouth?"
"I am not a child!"
"I can see that, you're a man. There's not much of a difference if you ask me,"Merlin snuffed hotly dropping the sword to the grass. Watching the prince gape at her like a fish before he scowled, pulled himself to his feet and stormed away.
Like the little boy he was.
As she made her way down the steps with an exaggerated limp she fixed and amused Edwyn (who was already waiting with the ointment for her back) with a look. "I hate him."
His lips curled upwards, "I know."
"He's a child."
"I'm sure he is," Edwyn chuckled as the girl stopped and held out her arms beckoning him forward.
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