**Title: "The Royal Retreat"** **Scene: The Enchanted Pond** *The camera pans over Camelot at dusk, the castle glowing with torchlight. The townsfolk are settling in, and the air is heavy with the scent of freshly baked bread and the distant sound of a lute. Then, we cut to a figure, cloaked and stealthy, making its way out of the castle. It's King Arthur, played by the noble and debonair Bradley James, his golden locks visible beneath his hood, catching the last rays of the sun.* **Arthur** *(whispering to himself)*: "Finally, a moment's respite from the burdens of the crown." *He arrives at a secluded pond, the water smooth as glass, reflecting the first stars of the evening. With a flourish, Arthur removes his cloak, revealing his chiseled physique, the result of countless battles and training sessions. The glow of the evening sun glistens on his skin, highlighting his perfectly proportioned butt as he prepares to enter the water.* **Arthur** *(admiring his reflection)*: "To be king is to be blessed... in more ways than one." *He steps into the pond, the water embracing him like an old friend. Arthur sighs, a contented sound, as he sinks in up to his shoulders, his hair floating around him like a golden halo, making him look like an ancient god of lore rather than a mere mortal king.* *Relaxed, he closes his eyes, a serene expression on his face. Then, the moment comes. With nobody around to judge, Arthur adjusts himself slightly, lifting one leg with the elegance of a dancer. He lets out a fart, a smile creeping across his lips as he does so, the sound muffled by the water.* **Arthur** *(chuckling to himself)*: "Even the mightiest of kings..." *But then, the tranquility is shattered. A few fish surface, floating lifelessly. Arthur opens one eye, then the other, and observes the scene.* **Arthur** *(in a mix of amusement and dismay)*: "Perhaps that was a bit too mighty." *Suddenly, from the bushes, Merlin (played by Colin Morgan) emerges, trying to stifle his laughter but failing miserably. He had come to check on Arthur, worried about his late-night wanderings.* **Merlin** *(snorting)*: "Well, that's one way to fish, I suppose. Did you mean to use such... potent bait?" *Arthur's face turns a shade that could rival the setting sun, caught between embarrassment and the urge to laugh at the absurdity of it all.* **Arthur** *(regaining his composure)*: "Merlin, I swear, if you speak of this to anyone--" **Merlin** *(raising his hands in defense, still chuckling)*: "Who would believe me? The mighty King Arthur, conqueror of fishes with his... royal decree." *They both burst into laughter, the tension of the day melting away, replaced by the comfort of their friendship.* **Arthur** *(climbing out of the pond, his dignity somewhat intact)*: "Come on, let's return before Gaius starts to wonder if you've turned into a frog. And Merlin, fetch me a towel. A king does not drip dry." *The scene ends with them walking back to the castle under the starlit sky, their laughter echoing through the night, a simple moment of joy amidst the trials of their destiny.* **FADE OUT.**