“As soon as we return into town, it’s back to business as usual, right?”
They both could hear the wistfulness in his voice. A couple of days ago, Arthur would’ve made some sarcastic and degrading remark in favor of maintaining the status quo.
“It won’t be forever, Merlin.” The prince said gently. “And we have plans for the groundwork to be laid for the future. You help me to fulfill the dragon’s predictions, and I promise you, one day you will walk free through this kingdom and everyone will know you for who you truly are.”
Sapphire and aqua colored eyes met and held for a long moment, before Arthur shoved at him companionably. “Until that day however, you have a whole list of chores to make up: cleaning my room, mucking out my horses, polishing my armor…”
“You know, it might be worth it to turn you into a toad.” Merlin said thoughtfully. “There was a bard that used to come through Ealdor who used to tell this story about an arrogant prat of a prince who made a sorceress mad, so she turned him into a toad, and he had to convince a princess to fall in love and kiss him in order for the spell to be broken. I know Gwen is tolerant of a lot of things, but unfortunately for you, she detests frogs and toads. Anything squirmy and slimy, actually, so you may be out of luck, my friend.” He wiggled his fingers menacingly.
“Shut up, Merlin.”
Grinning, the warlock followed the prince as he rode back to town.