I have had a busy couple weeks and I thought this one would be a prompt I would have to catch up on way later, but I realized that I actually did include it in my writing this week. I guess my subconscious does wordbound better than I.
I am also very pleased that this Merlin fanfiction is coming together really well. I struggled a little trying to balance summary with prose in the last arc, but it is going smoothly in this arc so I am feeling much better.
Favourite writing from this week:
When Merlin arrived the next morning to serve Arthur his breakfast, he noticed an elaborate display of flowers on the mantelpiece. When he asked the prince about them, he refused to say who they were from and Merlin let it drop. Over the next week, Merlin continued to take his polishing duties outside to sit in the garden with Gwen while the weather was still pleasant. And each evening Merlin found more flowers in Arthur’s room. It wasn’t until the 25th of September that they noticed anything amiss.
“Oh Gwen was telling me, well hinting at, okay she implied, that she would like to have lunch with you in the gardens,” Merlin was saying. “Not exclusively with you, but she would like you to join us. Although I think she does want to have some one on one time with you, if you know what I mean.” Merlin waggled his eyebrows.
“You must have been mistaken,” Arthur said as he pulled on his nightclothes.
“No, I am very good at reading people and Gwen wasn’t being subtle.”
“But I had lunch with her only yesterday.”
Merlin paused in his cleaning. “Yesterday?”
“Yes, yesterday. Do you need a reminder of how days of the week work?” Arthur stepped out from behind the screen.
“No. Only, I had lunch with her yesterday. All this past week in fact.” He turned to meet Arthur’s eyes.
In any other kingdom they might have assumed Gwen was having lunch with them both, or one of them was misremembering things, but this was Camelot. A tendril of dread curled through Merlin’s chest.
“So did I.” Arthur sat down at his table. “That is who I got those flowers from.”
Merlin straightened up and peered at the flowers. It was faint, it would require a closer look without the prince in the room, but he thought he could detect a dusting of magic. “This is not good.”
“No.”
“Before we jump to conclusions, I propose we continue as normal tomorrow but pay close attention to the chimes.” Merlin finished tending the fire and turned down the bed. “I’ll spend the day with Gwen again and you can laze around in here or whatever.”
“I do not laze!” Arthur protested. “I have been working on reports and balancing taxes. All these extra duties my father has given me lately.”
“Okay fine, stay in here working until Gwen comes again. Is she coming again?”
“She never says,” Arthur said, climbing into bed. “She just comes if she is not busy. Never stays too long either.”
“Well then we will both stay alert tomorrow. Goodnight Arthur.”
“Goodnight Merlin.”
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