Arthur arrived outside Merlin's flat at seven in the evening with handfuls of Chinese takeaway.
There was only one person that Arthur knew was a) a twerp and b) had ears of notable magnitude.
“Arthur you absolute git. Where is Merlin? The performance has started. And why are you ringing me? You know that it’s a first night performance. What are you doing?” Arthur sighed again. “Which of those questions do you want me to answer first?”
Merlin turned, hypocritically spitting blood out on to the carpet before leaving without a word.
Uther knows the truth, but fear stays his hand.