**Title:** "A Royal Dip with Unexpected Consequences" **INT. CAMELOT - KING ARTHUR'S CHAMBERS - LATE AFTERNOON** King Arthur stands by the window, exhausted from a day filled with council meetings and knightly duels. He turns to Merlin, his loyal servant, who is sorting through a pile of royal decrees. **ARTHUR:** Merlin, I've had enough of court life for today. Let's do something... less kingly. **MERLIN:** (raises an eyebrow) Another tavern brawl, sire? **ARTHUR:** (smirking) Tempting, but no. The pond. I want to feel like a normal person for a change. Merlin looks puzzled but nods in agreement. **EXT. CAMELOT - THE POND - LATE AFTERNOON** Arthur and Merlin arrive at the serene pond, surrounded by lush foliage. Arthur begins undressing, tossing his royal garments at Merlin willy-nilly, leaving Merlin to juggle them awkwardly. **ARTHUR:** (grinning) Hold these, will you? **MERLIN:** (muttering under his breath) Yes, sire. Because holding clothes is definitely what I trained in sorcery for. Arthur stands impressively in the buff, his muscular physique a testament to his knightly training. The sunlight dances on his skin, highlighting his well-toned body. **MERLIN:** (sarcastically, avoiding looking directly at Arthur) Oh, great. Now I'm blinded not by your wisdom but by your... arse. **ARTHUR:** (laughing) Jealousy doesn't become you, Merlin. Boldly, Arthur steps into the water, the coolness making him let out a satisfied sigh. He leans back, floating effortlessly, the king of Camelot reduced to a man simply enjoying a moment of peace. Then, as he relaxes, an unfortunate sound breaks the serenity. Arthur farts, a small bubble popping at the surface, followed by a noticeable shift in the water's aroma. Merlin, a few steps back on the shore, wrinkles his nose in disgust. Moments later, a few fish float to the surface, victims of the royal stench. **ARTHUR:** (chuckling) Merlin, dinner's served. Fetch the fish, would you? **MERLIN:** (grimacing) As if my day wasn't glamorous enough. Arthur exits the water, a triumphant smirk on his face. He stands before Merlin, dripping wet and expecting to be dried off. **ARTHUR:** Well? I'm not going to dry myself, am I? Merlin, with an exaggerated sigh, grabs a nearby cloth, starting with Arthur's head. He dries it gently, trying to hide his amusement. **MERLIN:** Your nobleness knows no bounds. From fighting dragons to... poisoning fish with a single fart. **ARTHUR:** (grinning) It's a gift. Merlin moves on to Arthur's torso, drying off the water droplets that glisten like jewels under the remaining sun. **MERLIN:** We'll have to add "fisherman" to your list of titles. **ARTHUR:** Fishslayer, Merlin. It's got more of a ring to it. Finally, as Merlin dries Arthur's butt, both of them struggle to maintain their composure. **MERLIN:** There. Dried and ready to, uh, continue your royal duties. **ARTHUR:** (with mock grandeur) Indeed. The kingdom won't run itself. They share a laugh, the antics by the pond a rare moment of camaraderie and respite in their lives filled with destiny and danger. **FADE OUT.** *End Scene.*