Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Arthur's in a foul mood and takes it out on Merlin. He may live to regret it.
Word Count: 150
Prompt: 472 'Reward'
Author's Notes: Canon-compatible drabble-and-a-half
'Virtue is its own reward', Merlin stoically reminded himself, not for the first time.
He was lugging a huge pile of Arthur's laudry, having just been berated by the prince for being too late, too uppity, and generally incompetent. Arthur wasn't having a good morning, and as usual, Merlin was the one to bear the brunt of his ire.
Arthur's mood hadn't improved when Merlin returned to help him dress for the morning's audiences. While no heavy objects were thrown in Merlin's direction, the royal clotpole piled additional tasks on his manservant while scolding him for being lazy.
Gritting his teeth, feeling dejected, Merlin realized that virtue wasn't in any way a sufficient reward for all that Arthur put him through. Seeing Arthur publicly face-planting into the biggest mud puddle around would be a much more gratifying compensation.
Merlin's eyes flashed gold in anticipation. Arthur had it coming now!