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Why Were You Staring At My Uncle By waterrain

Agravaine was waiting patiently in his chambers for the maiden by the name of Nilre. Merlin turned himself into a young lady and started a stealthy walk towards Agravaine's bed chambers after all it would be awkward talking to the guards.

"May I come in? I'm Nilre." Merlin said in a soft meek voice and Agravaine quickly opened his door to allow the maiden inside of his chambers for he didn't want the guards to notice her. Agravaine glanced this maiden named Nilre over. Long black hair, innocent eyes, fair skin, and wearing a black dress along with a black cloak. She was holding a dozen dead roses and smiling sweetly at him.

'Perhaps I can use her?' Agravaine thought and he touched her cheeks noticing them turning red like cherries. 'I wonder what her connection is to my nephew?'

"What is your connection to Arthur?" Agravaine asked calmly.

"Through his manservant...Merlin." Nilre said quietly, eyes looking down, and Agravaine thought for a moment.

"I have no desire to bed a meek maiden such as yourself. There is no hope for you and take those dead roses with you." Agravaine said coldly. Seems like Nilre will not be any use to him for she does not have a direct connection with his nephew.

'As if I would ever agree to being bedded by you.' Merlin thought while faking a sad expression along with tears. Agravaine crossed his eyes and he was not moved by the maiden's tears after all he is a rather ruthless man.

"I understand." Nilre commented through tears. "Well, It can't be helped you are into wearing tacky dresses and staring at poor manservants! I should have known better! Bye forevermore!"

Agravaine was shocked at the words coming out of the mouth of that meek maiden. He heard the door slam close and that snapped him out of it. Agravaine opened the door, she was gone, and it was almost as if she had vanished...Only that remained were the dead roses.

'That was too much fun.' Merlin thought and he was proud of himself for keeping laughter from spilling out from his lips. 'Back to being me again..and still wearing a dress...Hope Arthur doesn't catch me..I would never hear the end of it.'

"Merlin? What are you doing?" Arthur asked him. Merlin mentally groaned and thought of something. Twist the truth a little bit.

"...I dressed up as a maiden..you know the one that made up..Nilre...for it wasn't right giving your Uncle false hope about a maiden wanting him." Merlin informed him. Arthur blinked his eyes and stared at him. "..Your Uncle was a bit drunk so he didn't really notice anything. Don't worry no bedding occured between me and him. Wouldn't be fair to take advantage of his drunk state of mind..."

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