The Diary of Arthur Pendragon

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin

2nd January

Dear diary,

My name is Arthur Pendragon, and I am King of Camelot.

I don't really know what to write in one of these, It seems my manservant, Merlin was wrong (as usual). He thought I should keep a diary as a way of collecting my thoughts together and venting my anger. I can think of better ways of doing that.

3rd January

Dear Diary,

Today the knights and I trained hard; I think they're getting rather good,

I can't do this; it's a waste of time.

7th January

Dear Diary,

Today I lost my temper during training and knocked Merlin out.

I'm not sure if he knows but it's a month since Gwen left, and I just felt alone, and somewhat foolish. I mean I'm not still upset about her. At all. And I'm not making excuses for knocking him out; it was his own fault.

Anyway, Merlin is fine now but I thought I'd give this diary another go, because as Merlin quite rightly pointed out, he usually takes the brunt of my anger.

8th January

Dear Diary,

I will be forced to wear my (hideous) crown more often for a while now since my idiot of a manservant promised me that he would be able to cut my hair for me "Easy peasily" this morning and I now look like, how did he put it? Oh yes a "Turnip head."

It's alright though, if I have to look like a moron, I'll make sure that he looks worse.

In fact, I think I still have his feathery hat somewhere... Merlin was right, this diary thing is fun.

I have to go now; I need to find his hat...

9th January

Dear Diary,

I have a Feast to attend tonight...great.

I am expected to write a speech but fingers crossed Merlin will have written it for me again. I can't ask him, obviously- I can't let him think he is better at anything than me, but if he offers...

I hate feasts, you'd think, as the King of Camelot I'd be able to do as I pleased?

Oh I think Merlin's coming with breakfast. Good; I'm Hungry.

10 minutes later...

I have the worst manservant in the world.

After tripping over and knocking my breakfast flying, the imbecile then proceeded to pull down my curtains, including the curtain pole and tie himself into a knot with them.

I helped him out, eventually.

Also, he didn't write my speech. He is, in every sense of the word, a clotpole.

A/N Thank you for reading, If I carry it on I'll make the diary entries a bit longer I think, but I had to start it off shorter xD I realise that the King may not have time to write in a diary every day but oh well, I'll just pretend :D I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know if you liked it or if there are any improvements to be made :) Thanks :D