A/N: These drabbles were requested by a reader of mine months ago, and I'm really sorry but I accidentally deleted the email and I can't find the PM and for the life of me I can't remember who you were! So please review or PM me so I can dedicate this to you properly.

Thanks to xNomii for the prompts.

"Merlin, stop!"

Years at Arthurs side has taught Merlin that, whenever Arthur uses that voice, to obey his Prince like his life depends on it. Because usually it does.

"What is it?" he asks, panicking, ready to run or duck at any moment.

"You can't come in here like that!" Arthur tells him sternly. "You're covered in mud."

Merlin relaxes and rolls his eyes. "That's because some of us actually do work," he mutters under his breath. "What would His Majesty have me do?"

"Go take a bath," Arthur commands. "I've just finished mine. Go wash yourself in there."

"Fine," Merlin says, shutting the door to the room and stripping off his dirty clothes before Arthur even has a chance to turn away. "Here, catch." And he throws his muddy things at Arthur, who catches them instinctively, before prancing over to the lukewarm tub behind the screen.

Arthur would have protested, but he was rendered speechless by the sight of his naked manservant wandering around his chambers.

And if he was honest with himself, it wasn't totally because of the inappropriateness.