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“Are you going to dress me or not?” the blond asked, sitting on the end of the bed.
“I’m your advisor, Arthur. Not your manservant.” Merlin pointed out.
“You were though,” the current King of Camelot commented as he lied back on the bed. “You get to show off your magic to all, the next thing you know you act all high and mighty. Would I have to deal with this attitude from now on?”
Merlin sighed, fixing his own clothes. “Get dressed Arthur, we have to meet with your council in an hour.”
“It’s like we’re not even married!”