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Arthur: How terrible.

Merlin: Go ahead

Arthur: It's worthless

Naturally, Arthur assumes that he will will have the honor of presiding over the former event. Someone, however, (a castle servant, perhaps) suggests that there should be a vote. Although Arthur balks at the idea, he eventually caves to avoid looking like a tyrant.

He still assumes he will win, though.

Until Gwaine throws his hat into the ring.

Then, it becomes a competition between the two of them to see whom Camelot likes better, and they keep pulling increasingly ridiculous stunts to garner the public's favor.

Merlin: The sky changes color with my mood

Arthur: But it's always blue

A massive raging headache permeated its way through Merlin’s skull, Merlin’s neck, and Merlin’s chest before he even realized that he could open his eyes to see what was causing the pain.

Bad choice.

It felt like he’d been clubbed with a…a club. A thick, heavy club.

A hand gripped his face, nails digging into his cheek and pulling him up until he was looking into the face of a woman, proud, dangerous and frightening as if Merlin wasn’t used to people giving him that sort of look.

He sighed.

In disgust, the woman dropped him and stood out of Merlin’s range of vision. That didn’t matter because he could still hear her.

“I should have known you weren’t Arthur when I hauled your sorry behind on board,” she seethed. “I should have known Arthur wouldn’t be that skinny.”

Fill for @merlinmicrofic, no pairings, general, prompt: underwater

Arthur: Too smoothly.

Arthur: ...