So I got this review from

Midnight Kaito -
I sooo like this story! I was looking for ones like this ^^" not many are around~ ohh would you do some sort of side story on how the rules originated? and about the instances they were broken? I would soo like to see that!

Well dear, you sparked my interest, so here is your request in full. Not beated so there may be some mistakes. I did love this story and I'm glad I got the chance to dabble some more in it. XD Hope you enjoy.

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Merlin looks around, feeling eyes on him, but he can't see anyone looking his way. Shrugging, he turns back to Ella, the newest maid servant to arrive in court. Smiling, he continues to chat with her. He thinks nothing of it when her hand brushes his arm, or the fact that it stays there long past proper.

"Merlin!" Merlin jerks around to see Arthur glaring past him through narrowed blue eyes. "Come," the prince bites out. Nodding to the prince, he waves goodbye to Ella.

The next morning when he asks Gwen where Ella is, she just looks at him like he's joking. "You didn't hear about it. She left this morning. She said something came up and she needed to return home." Sighing, Merlin thanks Gwen for the information. He'd kind of liked Ella.

That evening, Arthur motioned for Merlin to take a seat. With many points and much citing of examples, the prince lays out a list of rules that everyone must follow. Rules that concern Merlin.

When Merlin got up this morning, he thought it would be a usual day of following Arthur around, chores, and trying to keep from tripping up. But this, no this was not normal and he will not let it happen.

Glaring, Merlin crosses his arms over his chest. "You really expect me to fall for that?" The man is cornered in the kitchen, Merlin and the cooking staff blocking all the exits. The man trembles and backs away from them.

Later, when Arthur learns of what happened, he pays a visit to the dungeons where the would-be assassin is being held. No one knows what he says to the man, but he comes back with a smug grin on his face. Needless to say, another rule is added to the list.

Gwaine held his hands up as the sword pressed at the base of his throat. "Jeez, all right, I won't make fun of his ears anymore," Gwaine says. Glaring, Arthur backs off, walking over to Merlin to pull him off of the training field.

Gwaine adds a rule to the list. "Don't make fun of Merlin's ears." He later adds a clause, "Only Arthur is allowed to make fun of Merlin's ears."

When Merlin staggers into Arthur's room, late and exhausted from being assigned extra duties, Arthur first snaps, not knowing what kept Merlin. Of course, Merlin snaps back. Eventually, the misunderstanding is resolved, but a new rule is added to the list that is steadily growing longer with each passing day.

Lancelot just shrugs at the shocked and dismayed look on the newest knight's face. Ahead of them, Merlin and Arthur are arguing, trading insults and scathing remarks back and forth like some sort of dance. It's normal, you either get used to it or you ignore it.

This time, Lancelot is the one to add a rule.

Percival acts fast, grabbing the knight by the arm and tugging him back, hand clamping over his mouth. He can just make out Arthur's face, his eyes glaring daggers at the knight. Holding up a placating hand, he drags the newbie away to explain everything in hushed words.

Later, Percival adds a new rule.

Surprisingly, it is Leon who adds the next rule. Only after Merlin practically drags him from a meeting with the captain of the guards with words of Arthur and trouble does he come to the conclusion that the rule should be added. He's glad he listened to the servant though. They had barely made it in the nick of time to stop the prince from being run through.

It's Elyan who inspires a rule. He's always courteous to Merlin, friendly and willing to help the servant out if he needs it. Although only he, Arthur and Merlin know the details, it seemed to pay off in the end for the knight. Now, most are willing to offer up a kind word or offer a hand to the pale servant.

The shocking thing is, it is Uther who adds the latest rule to the list.

It was a feast day, for some noble or other with his entourage of servants, knights and family, the place was packed. No one knew exactly what happened, but the next thing to be seen and heard was an outraged cry and the sound of a jug of wine crashing to the floor.

"You stupid, clumsy, fool!" Sir Dane nearly screeched from his position at the head table. Merlin was on the floor, hand pressed to his face where the knight had struck him. Blood seeped down from his mouth where the lip had been split.

Sir Dane was just raising his fist for another blow when someone stopped him, hand like a vice. The knight looked up and paled at who hand his arm. Uther stood next to him, face spattered in wine. Arthur was behind him, face like ice and eyes like fire, hand resting on his sword hilt.

"If this is the way you treat your hosts and their servants, than it appears you are in need of some etiquette lessons." Uther's voice was like an iron bell sounding through the silent room. "You will make amends. Arthur, as he is your servant, it is for you to choose how."

Shoving the knight away, he accepted the cloth from another servant, wiping away the wine on his face. "I will see you on the training field in the morning," Arthur said lowly. Sir Dane paled at Arthur's tone.

Arthur stepped around him, reaching down to help Merlin up. "I'm fine," Merlin whispered, smiling at his prince. "I am sorry for causing a commotion," Merlin said to Uther, bowing. The king just waved him off and a collective sigh was released and the noise started back up again.

Merlin followed Arthur from the banquet hall to go se Gaius and let the man look is face over. The next morning, Merlin was busy cleaning Arthur's rooms, but the prince came back sweaty and with an air of grim satisfaction. Merlin later heard from Gwaine how Arthur had beat the man into a bruised and bloody pulp until he cried for forgiveness. Sighing, Merlin just smiled indulgently.

Ironically, it is Merlin who proposes that they tell the list to the new arrivals from the start.

It is after the third person is sent away in fear of their life for chatting up Merlin that the warlock comes to a decision. "You should just tell them the list of rules from the start, then you won't have to worry about them not knowing the rules." Arthur is wrapped around his lover in a possessive cuddle.

Arthur snorts, but from then on, whenever a new arrival comes to Camelot, it is always one of the seniors citizens who sits the new person down and explains a few rules…about Merlin.