Sam had been a junior associate at Garrison for less than a week before its senior partner decided there was an additional function he wanted him to perform. Skeevy Alan Shore!Lucifer/baby lawyer!Sam, basically.
“So who are you going to marry?” Uther demanded.
“No idea, father,” Arthur replied.
Uther thwacked his glove loudly on the arm of the throne. “Then it’ll have to be Morgana!”
Arthur looked horrified. “Morgana – no way, father! I’d rather marry Merlin!”