"Um… well." Arthur mentally cursed himself. He hadn’t actually had anything to say, he had just wanted to avoid lurking silently in the library. "I don’t think I’ve met you… Might I ask your name?" he recovered, asking politely. His eyes then fell on the unfamiliar object clasped in the young woman’s hands. "And…what exactly is that?" he asked, nodding at the object in question. 

"Oh, I … " Summer glanced down at her fan, then back up. "My name is Summer. You’ve come here to treat with my father, yes?" She spread the fan, holding it up for him to see. "It’s a weapon, from a place very far away from here." She pointed to the edges, showing him how the ends of the sticks holding the fabric were sharp. "A woman’s weapon. Very dangerous." She snapped it closed again. 

Arthur smiled pleasantly, "Yes, I have. It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady." Arthur examined the fan, taking note of the sharp edges she pointed out to him, "Impressive. A fine weapon for a lady such as yourself." he remarked. 

Arthur sighed as he wandered through the corridors of Dobria castle. His father had sent him to negotiate an alliance with Lord Laurence, meaning that he had spent his entire day in the council room debating over terms. The day had felt unusually long without Merlin there to pick on, and Arthur just wanted to find a quiet place to clear his thoughts. 

His search eventually found him drifting into the library, his steps muffled by the rows of leather bound tomes. As he came around the corner of a shelf, he noticed a young woman standing by the window, seemingly preoccupied with something in her hands. Arthur cleared his throat to alert her of his presence, in case she hadn’t noticed. “Excuse me?”

Summer flicked the fan open and shut, open and shut, staring out of the window. Betwyr was working out with Edward, down in the practise field, and she’d been watching them for a while, until her attention drifted. The fan snapped shut in her hands when someone cleared their throat behind her, and she whirled around, hair and skirts swirling.

It turned out to be the blond young lord — prince, she thought she recalled — who had ridden in the day before to make an alliance with them against Odin, looming to the north. He seemed even younger up close, off his horse — much closer to her own age than she expected. She offered a quick curtesy. “Yes, my lord?”

"Um... well," Arthur mentally cursed himself. He hadn't actually had anything to say, he had just wanted to avoid lurking silently in the library, "I don't think I've met you... Might I ask your name?" he recovered, asking politely. His eyes then fell on the unfamiliar object clasped in the young woman's hands, "And...what exactly is that?" he asked, nodding at the object in question. 

#The best way to Merlin’s heart is to tell him how much Arthur cares about him #Repeatedly

Because the cast make Merlin (bad dum tish)

For a servant?

You’re wrong about him.

Dear person reading this,

You made it through another year. You made it through the hard times and pain. You made it through all the times when you all you wanted to do was give up. You made it. You made it another year and I promise you can make it another year. I am SO proud of you.

OH MY GOSH I LOVE STUFF LIKE THIS

The last one is so cute because her boy grows up and she’s looking up to him all proud and ajfndsjkdnal it’s adorable c:

this is so beautiful

that last mom produced some attractive men

here’s to you last mom! 

We better reblog this as much as we can 2013 is almost over

December 24, 2013 Arthur’s one-year death anniversary

Sorry to have been a disappointment, Merlin. I’ll try harder in future.

I have a little rule of reblogging this whenever it appears in my dash

IF HE DIDN’T GET THAT KITTEN THEN THAT’S IT I’M DONE I QUIT LIFE

And the kitteh is all like, I CAN HAZ TIME LORD?