The day started like any other in Camelot: swords clashing in the training yard, the clang of hammers from the blacksmith, and Arthur shouting orders at guards who never moved fast enough for his liking.
Merlin, carrying a bucket of armor polish, stumbled in with a sigh. “Honestly, Arthur, one day without polishing your ridiculous collection of helmets might not kill you.”

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