Title: Sunday Morning Meltdown
Word Count: 141
Prompt: 136, Oath
Merlin could not stop fiddling with the ring, turning it this way and that. The proposal had been a complete surprise, coming on the heels of a stupid argument over pancakes or omelets for Sunday breakfast.
Arthur had been cranky for days and this latest squabble was gearing up to get ridiculously out of hand when he threw up his hands and yelled, “Dammit, Merlin, I want pancakes and I want to marry you and it’s driving me a bit mad!” This announcement was punctuated by Arthur slapping a thick silver band on their kitchen table.
They exchanged shocked looks and Merlin automatically started to gather the ingredients for pancakes before laughing and pushing the ring toward Arthur. “Very romantic, dollophead. Of course I’ll marry you.” He held his left hand out and Arthur slipped the promise on a floury finger.