Here's a short one before I go to work. Early morning writing.

*came back hom on break because we were working close to him and wrote anout 5 of them but you'll just have to wait for them because I want to try and get more views.

Smile

Merlin was walking down the corridor to the princes room to perform his morning duties when he passed the king who was walking in the opposite direction. Freezing in fear.

Uthur had just smiled at him.

The king never smiled, least of all at him. Merlin usually only received frowns and nothing else. That was the way the world worked.

This wasn't just a little smile either. It was one of the smiles he reserved for when he thought he was alone with his son.

There was only one explanation for it…

He was going to die.