Merlin: The Sorcerer's Shadow

I must have fallen asleep pressing the delete button because a whole paragraph is missing -_-
So I had to rewrite it, which is less satisfactory than original T_T oh well. This is a scene from episode 11 of the 3rd season.

Arthur was in his chambers, sitting down with his chin rested upon his folded arms on the table. His eyes followed the movement of his servant's hand as it brought the sharpening stone to the hilt of the sword and ran it down the length of the blade repeatedly.

"What should I do, Merlin?" Arthur did not fully realize that he was actually asking for advice from his servant. Of course, his servant at this point in time looked completely in control and confident of himself, unlike the Prince. He'd easily let his guard down from his Princely mode in front of his servant from time to time like this.

Merlin stopped his motion and looked at Arthur.

"If I fight my father tomorrow -the way I can, I'll show him up. I'll humiliate him. In front of his people!" Arthur continued.

Slowly, but surely, Merlin was changing at a pace Arthur was blind to. It was comforting to realize how talking can help him cope with a situation, and boy did Merlin have some interesting things to say sometimes. Unconsciously, he had begun to seek the wisdom that his servant hid. It was unknown to the Prince, that today's Merlin does not only shine in the prescence of darkness, but also amongst equals. Merlin listened to Arthur's worries, contemplating the situation.

"Or worst, I could wound him, even kill him!" Arthur sat up as he said it.

"He isn't going to back down, is he?" Merlin half-sighed in return. "He's... Determined to prove himself. You have to let him win." He grinned in grimace as he concluded Arthur's thoughts.

Arthur sighed. "You don't have to put up with the bloating!" He got out of his chair, agitated by the thought of what would come from his father. "Do you have any idea what it's like living with a man who constantly think he's the best?"

"Mmm... Must be irritating," said Merlin. He nodded to himself and picked up the sword again, determined to sharpen it to his content. He had been noticing a lot lately, that there really isn't an escape from being human and feeling humanly things like irritation, or angst, even though you're way up the social ladder like Prince Arthur. There's always someone else capable of inducing those feelings into you, and Arthur would get a taste of what he usually puts his servant through. Merlin grinned for real at the thought. Arthur, who had walked around the table and behind Merlin, looked back at his servant and tried to bore a hole into the back of the man's skull. The servant-master line blurred again when he chose to let Merlin off, perhaps partly agreeing with him as well.