Title: Conduct Unbecoming
Pairing/s: None, more's the pity
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Word Count: 300
Prompt: 119, Charm
Breakfast had been quieter than usual but Merlin’s silence was loaded. He had been stomping around Arthur’s chambers like a wronged maiden.
“You’re an arse,” he finally blurted, punching Arthur’s pillows with vigor.
“It’s part of my charm,” Arthur replied.
“Charm? So that’s what you’re calling being a twat these days?” Merlin scoffed.
Arthur glared. “You can’t talk to me that way, Merlin. We’ve spoken about this.”
“Setting you straight should be in my job description,” Merlin replied into the breakfast trays he was violently stacking.
Arthur folded his arms across his chest and waited. Merlin wouldn’t be able to contain himself.
“Uther demoted Clarissa last night. She’s gone from serving at the high table to the laundry because of that stunt you pulled.”
Arthur gave him a startled look.
“Remember drunkenly pulling her into your ample lap? The King is now of the mistaken opinion she’s got designs on you.” Merlin glared. “Like anyone in their right mind would.”
Arthur had been slightly tipsy and barely remembered the girl though he remembered the motivation. Merlin had been leaning over Sir Gwaine, whispering something in the knight’s ear. A harsh stab of jealousy had blossomed and before Arthur knew what came over him he had a lap full of serving girl and a false smile on his face.
“I’ll speak to the steward and see her posted elsewhere,” Arthur mumbled, blushing.
Merlin looked him in the eye, “She worked hard for that position. I’m sure she’s crushed.”
Arthur blushed harder. “I’ll apologize for being so forward and speak to the King, explain the maid had nothing to do with my behavior.”
Merlin’s rigid nod and the loosening of his shoulders told him that was the right response so Arthur headed toward to door to send somebody for the steward.