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Arthur watched from the top of the staircase as the frightened couple ran away as fast as they could. Good riddance, he thought.
"Oh, Arthur. You did it again," Merlin said, appearing next to him. Something close to disappointment bled in his tone.
Arthur arched one eyebrow. "They're the ones who dared to disturb our peace. I only gave them a taste of what they wanted."
"You call pretending you're a headless ghost a taste?" Merlin chuckled. "We're lucky none of them has had a heart attack."
"We do get a handful of fainters though," Arthur mused. He sighed. "I don't understand the lot of them. Why come here? It's as if they enjoy danger."
"I hear paranormal locations are popular nowadays. And haunted castles are attractive. Especially if they're ancient like this one," Merlin explained.
Arthur crossed his arms unconvinced. "Well, as one half who haunts it, I'd like visitors to show respect, or better yet, if they'd stop coming altogether."
Arthur was still very much the king. His king. Merlin reached for him, kissing him, deep and long.
"You're still a prat," Merlin teased.
"And you an idiot. Some things never change."
Merlin's laughter rang throughout the castle.