Back in the princes chambers, Merlin set about business cleaning Arthurs room.
"I'm bored" Arther was sprawled on his chair at the table. "Entertain me." Merlin stopped whatever he was doing to look at his master.

"And what would you have me do?" Merlin said in his usual way of addressing the prince.

"Lets mess around with the box!"

"What can we do with a box!?"

"Lets find out!" Arthur lept from his seat and walked over to a drawer in the room. He got the box and went back to his previous place. Merlin was taking a seat to, curious as to what Arthur could be up to.

Arthur popped the lid and just stared at the nothing in it.

"Well. You got a box! Now what are are you going to do with it?"said in a smart ass tone.

"Well I could throw it at you but my father would get mad if your thick scull broke it."

"Hey! (looking at the box) why does the King want a emty box anyway? A poorly made dirty one at that." Sifting his fingers through the little dirt in the container.

In one swift move he flicked the dust on his hands at Arthur. He flinched which made Merlin laugh.

"Ah! My eyes! You got it in my eyes. Idiot!"

Merlin instantly concerned placed a hand on Arthurs back. "Are you ok? Im sorry. You were bored so I thought..."

"thats the thing Merlin. You never-"

Arther stopped rubbing his eyes and locked eyes with his manservant . Merlins stare and his hand held in place until Arthur looked away.

"Right. Well. I should get to bed."
"Oh. Ya. I'll be leaving then." Merlin said. Removing his hand from the princes back.

The minute his hand left pain ran through his body. Gasping, and knees buckling he fell to the ground. Both Arthur and Merlin were on the ground in pain. They reached for each other for help.

When hand met shoulder and visa versa the pain stopped.