Title: Of Innocence and Exasperation
Rating: G (haha my first kiddie friendly fic)
Spoilers/Warnings: Uh...none.(Me thinks) {does randomness count?}

Words: 500

italics: used for emphise or speach that isnt said by the character but thought

Disclaimer: I do not own merlin (aparently not smart enough) i only own the plot of this story

a/n: this may be my last fic. i wrote it for a challenge on livejornal and lost (say im a bad looser is you want) but i was fine until i read the comments i got and realised people are unjust and unfair. inscase you feel like telling me i have problems with my wording or spelling or puncuation I KNOW. I AM DYSLEXIC AND ITS VERY HARD TO FIX WITH OUT A BETA (werent allowed them in the comp were we) SO GET OVER IT!

sorry to people who would actually be nice about it but it was like the perfect end to an even more perfect day. rant over.

He did it on purpose. He was sure he did it on purpose.

Uther stared at his son who was looking guilty but was still trying the look he was famous for, the 'You know you don't want to blame me because I am a lost child' look. The bottom lip was stuck out slightly and Uther found himself pinching the bridge of his nose. The golden haired, blue-eyed annoyance shifted under the exasperated gaze of his father.

Blue eyes, which were similar to his mother's, shone with guilt covered with a little bit of fake innocence. It was like when he was younger, he had pushed over a servants' daughter then blamed it on a suit of armour. His excuse that time had been that girls were 'icky'.

Where did he go wrong? All he asked was that his son was brave, strong, and courteous, demanding the respect the Prince of Camelot deserved. He thought he was a good father but maybe he was wrong. Very wrong, it seemed.

Arthur tried his best to keep his 'bubble' of innocence, as his nanny had once called it, around him and his 'charming' innocent look about him, as he saw all the emotions and thoughts flicking across the face of his normally passive or bored looking father.

As his father gave him that infamous (at least with the royal guards and personal servants) 'I am annoyed and stunned at this news and/or event' look, which quickly changed to the 'I should have known' look. This look resulted in the following 'I do not believe I have such an exhausting son' look.

Arthur grinned inwardly, his little mental Arthur dancing in victory then striding about with his head held high and his shoulders back, as a Prince should walk and behave. He was pure genius! It was irrefutable. It was like the time when he had 'accidently' fallen asleep with that servant girls' son, after they had played in the forest...after a storm. Really! How was he to know the boy was not worthy of his attention...or mud.

Little, mental Arthur bowed to his genius and his eyes sparkled 'innocently' as he plotted his next adventure. Next to be concurred? The lake! He had it all planned out. It was perfect. Genius, even. All he had to do was get...

A noise made him turn his attention away from his conquests to the king who spoke in a excruciating patient voice, waiting for the logic of his son.

"Now Arthur, tell me exactly how all the horses got released from the stables?" Uther did not miss the twitch of small pink lips before the grin was pushed away.

The golden blond boy, of 8 summers, stuck out his bottom lip a bit more, putting on his 'thinking' face "W-ellllllllllllll" he started and Uther sighed settling for a long, rambled, tale about how 'he had nothing to do with it and it just happened whilst he was coincidently standing at the stable doors.'

sorry for my earlier rant. reveiws would be apprciated good or bad. hope you enjoyed it