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"Camelot? The man who beat me... Resides in... Camelot?" Willard questioned his knight Sir Roldan.

"Yes sire."

"And you believe it is still on Merlin's friend?"

"Yes sire."

"Then you and I should pay them a visit. It'll be quite painful without magic, but we'll make do."

.........

Back in Camelot, Merlin and Arthur were now truly best friends. They no longer kept any secrets from each other. They may have truly become best friends, but they still loved teasing, embarrassing, and insulting each other. In fact, these things happened even more then before.

Although, things were going quite well, they still had no idea about the tracker placed on Arthur.

"We're going to training Merlin."

"But Artthhhuuuurrrrr-"

"No. You're coming. The knights have agreed to help train you because you're always coming on missions with us. It might also be for fun.... And for me to watch you fail, but at least you won't have to lay on the side while we fight anymore."

"But-" Merlin tried one last time.

"You're coming and that's that."

Sigh. This was going to be a long day. Merlin thought to himself.

..........

When Willard arrived in Camelot, he realized it was roughly the same size as Silver Valley. This did not sit well with him. He felt Silver Valley should be bigger, because it was better.

As he walked in, he found a sorcerer being executed. Just as people without magic were executed in his kingdom. Seeing this, he had wanted to storm up to King Uther, and kill him. Unfortunately, that wasn't the purpose of this mission. Finding Merlin was.

"Where does the tracker tell us to go?" Willard asked his old friend, Sir Roldan. Mostly to get his mind off of the poor fellow about to be beheaded.

Closing his eyes Roldan muttered, "towards the castle, most likely in their training field."

"Alright, let's go find him." Willard started towards the large castle with a cocky grin, promptly forgetting the execution.

.......

At the moment Arthur was finding that the warlock fighting in front of him was a rather quick learner. The only thing he was really lacking was strength and experience. He'd already gone through three years worth of drills.

It was rather aggravating. If Merlin continued like this, he'd be up to the knight's skill level in no time! Then they wouldn't have anyone to make fun of anymore.

"Merlin, you're doing horrible!" He called despite his thoughts. Arthur was going to make fun of him for as long as he could. "Can you do anything right?"

Smirking, Merlin answered, "Well there is one thing, but-" clang, Merlin defended himself from a surprise attack. It had been Gwaine. "You prat," Merlin nodded towards Arthur before blocking another hit. "Don't allow me to do it." Then Merlin was down.

Standing up, Merlin saw a familiar dark haired man. Swiftly, he walked to Arthur and told him who was there.

"Prince Willard?" Arthur whispered.

Merlin nodded.

"Whats he doing here?"  Arthur asked.

"No idea, I was asking you," came Merlin's reply.

Arthur quickly dismissed the knights casually, and headed to where Merlin said he'd be. Of course Merlin was with him.

There he was. The green eyed naisiance who easily looked down at people due to his height. He may have been tall, but he was obviously still young.

Smirking, he started, "I see you recognize me from last time we met." This guy was worse then Arthur when Merlin first met him.

"Yes, Willard. We know who you are. But do you know who I am?" Arthur asked.

"Just a friend of Merlin's. You are nothing more to me." Willard's snobbiness had just led him to making a large mistake. He must not have seen Arthur dismiss the knights.

Merlin decided to speak up, to stop Arthur from being rude. "So what are you doing in Camelot, Prince Willard?" Emphasizing the Prince part, to show he's not welcome.

"Well you see, I've been training my whole life... Then a-a foreigner, comes into my kingdom and..." The majority of the words in this sentence were spoken with disgust before he was interrupted.

Arthur snorted. "Is it that hard to admit that he beat you?"

Willard cringed when he heard the last two words of Arthur's sentence.

Glaring at Arthur, he started, "a man like you should not speak to a Prince in that matter. In fact, if you were still in Silver Valley, I'd have you put in the stocks."

"A man like me huh? Perhaps I should have you put in Camelot's stocks for talking to their Prince that way," this was the first time that Merlin didn't mind Arthur being so full of himself. Actually, it was quite entertaining to watch Willard go from cocky to fearful at Arthur's words.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you were-"

"Important? You should treat everyone with respect, it doesn't matter who they are."

Arthur's words silenced Willard. He was now staring at his boots unsure of What to say.

Then his knight stepped in. "I've always told the prince that his ego would be the death of him. Hopefully this will teach him. Alright Willard, time to apologize."

Looking like a little kid who didn't want to apologize, he did after a long pause. "I'm sorry."

"If you decide to forgive him is your choice. He is but a boy. My name is Sir Roldan. We have come here to make a deal."

More like a boy in a man's body. Thought Merlin. Willard looked to be in his late teens. He should be able to speak for himself by now.

"What kind of a deal?" Arthur asked.

Sir Roldan explained, "we are here to ask for Merlin, or his mentor to help train the sorcerers in our kingdom including the Prince here." The knight looked down at Willard, who was still staring at the ground. "In exchange, we are willing to ally with your... Magicless kingdom." The last part was said in disgust.

"I believe, this is not a deal we can make at this time. For I am not king, and if my father knew of your, or my friend's magic, you would all be executed. Although, we can perhaps make a small deal of our own. Over dinner? That will give me time to speak with my friend, and figure something out."

"That sounds lovely," Sir Roldan spoke with confidence.

"For now, you may roam the kingdom if you wish, but later we shall meet in this spot. By then I'll have a small dinner for just the four of us planned." Arthur told them rather sternly, before walking off with Merlin in tow.

"That went well!" Sir Roldan muttered to Willard sarcasticly. "We're the same age, the same height, in fact, only you were trained with princely manners and people still think I'm the older one. I wonder why!"

Arthur whispered so only Merlin could hear, "was I that bad?"

"You were worse." Merlin made a small white lie. Arthur still needed to get off his high horse.

..........

They were having dinner in Arthur's chamber's. It was the only place Arthur could think of, that would have total silence for a meeting, and not have his Father around.

"So, what have you decided Sire?" Sir Roldan asked.

Arthur looked up from his chicken. "Merlin is perfectly capable of telling you himself," he muttered before diving back into his food.

"So? What's your answer?" The impatient Prince questioned.

Glancing around the table, he felt extremely out of place. He had his own chair, plate, and meal at the table. Usually he just stood at the side.

"I'm willing to come for a month a year, for Camelot, and Silver Valley to become Allies in the future." Merlin didn't like the idea of leaving Camelot for a month. Arthur would probably get killed. Technically he'd be rid of the nuisance that pushed him into this.

"We shall take this deal, and expect you to be there before first snow. Thank you for ignoring the Prince over here. Hopefully I'll have a few manners drilled into his head before we see you again."

"Sure hope so," Merlin muttered. He rather hated Silver Valley from the last time he was there. Thanks to Arthur, he'd have to endure a month there every year for who knows long! One annoying Prince was enough! Now he was about to get a less mature Prince, and basically start all over again with a new one! This seemed a lot like training horses. Except, Merlin would be in a new place... With different customs... Different people... He was basically starting all over again. A month would feel like a year in Silver Valley! Merlin was utterly, completely dreading it.

"Oh, and I forgot to inform you, you'll have to wear our standard magical trainer outfit. I don't remember the exact title you'll receive right now."

"Will I at least be able to wear my Neckerchief?" Merlin asked with hope.

"No, that's against one of our customs, it would be rude to wear it."

No Neckerchief.... Merlin had to go.... A whole month... Every year... Without his Neckerchief?

"No Neckerchief?" His voice cracked while saying this. Then after a nod from Prince Willard, Merlin fainted.

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