“Uther Pendragon is an elitist old fool,” Her Highness said sharply, sighing in anger. “But he has a point. So long as the law stands, you are required to comply, or the crown will be forfeit.” “To Uther?” Merlin said, shocked. “No, no, don’t be foolish.” Grandmother gave an impatient wave of her hand. “Have your history lessons taught you nothing? He has no more claim to the throne than most commoners, despite what he likes to think.” “But unfortunately, his nephew does, through an indiscreet relationship between your father’s first cousin Igraine and Uther’s late brother. If you were forced to abdicate for any reason, his genetic claim, bastardized though it may be, places Uther’s nephew directly in the line of succession.”

Arthur, Merlin, frat brothers, the Dragon, Arthur's BlackBerry, script writing, shitty hip-hop music, Dogma, FATE & DESTINY - oh God I wish I were joking.

In which Gwen’s passive-aggressive revenge leads to, amongst other things, Merlin making a new friend.