Playing with Fire.

Chapter 1. - Never mess with a king!

"MERLIN!!!!" Arthur yelled as his servant pulled back the curtains, half blinding the sleeping king. There was a loud crash as Merlin fell over a chair, knocking it over. "MERLIN!!!!!" Arthur yelled again, turning over so that the sun shone on his back. Merlin ripped back the bed covers and grabbed Arthur under the arms, pulling him down onto the cold, hard floor. "MERLIN!!!!!!"

"Get up then." Merlin replied. Arthur sighed, somethings just never change; his servant was one of those things. Merlin was clumsy and annoying. There was another loud crash as Merlin knocked over another chair.

"Clumsy." Arthur said, glaring at Merlin.

"Patronising." Merlin replied.

"Irritating." Arthur commented.

"Fat." Merlin retailiated.

"I. Am. Not. Fat!" Arthur said, speaking every word as a sentence as though he thought Merlin was a simpleton.

"You are too! Just look at that gut of yours!" Merlin exclaimed pointing to Arthur's slightly podgy stomach. Arthur looked down at himself self consciously. Merlin smirked. Arthur grabbed a gauntlet from the nearby table. "Merlin? Shut up and get out! You have three seconds!!!!" Merlin ran for the door. Arthur threw the gauntlet; it bounced off the door. Merlin poked his head back through the door. "Missed!" he laughed. Arthur threw another; it hit Merlin on the side of his face. "OW!!!" he cried. Arthur smiled.

"Now you've learnt your lesson: never mess with a king! Now prehaps you could get me some breakfast!" Arthur said, still grinning. Merlin sighed and exited the room.