Rachel now has a section in the castle dedicated to her study of medicine, its small but it is enough to get things done. The staff also knows to be careful in cleaning as a sect of dust would something send her into a flying rage.

That would annoy the King and he would in turn take it out on them.

"Merlin another, headache bottle if you would" Said Uther walking in with dead eyes and looking like he had a hangover. Rachel sat down a bottle of pills and a cup. Which he took, Uther behavior only got worse after he became King, before he was a decent knight.

Uther's work as a King was surprisingly really good, its just his behavior that overshadows his work, Truly Tragic.

"Wash your hands first" Rachel said picking up a few books and putting them back on her shelf. Morgan was sitting at the table where she the items for Uther on the table. She watched the man who is King go wash his hands and take the bottle. When she was young, she was taught to fear this person. But, now seeing him everyday and watching his stupidity she was completely used to him.

Uther winked at Morgan as he took some handover medicine and walked out. While Morgan just shrugged her shoulders as she stood up to help Rachel clean up the books. Arthur was ransacking the place not too long ago; the books are a mess.

After cleaning up, Rachel went back to her lab, with Morgan following behind her. Rachel began to experiment in making her new type of medicine, while Morgan watched and followed along diligently.

A little later in the day, Rachel had put together some plants and herbs and started to drink it. Taking a glance at Morgan who was eating a sandwich she was curious about what she was drinking. She had never asked before and would always stare while eating.

Rachel in turn never offered because the concoction is highly medicated and tasteless, not something a child would like. Rachel leaned on her shoulder and relaxed into her hand, Arthur was in the back sleeping, he spent his morning with the knights as they where teaching him sword fight. IN the afternoon he is supposed to get lesson from the royal tutor, who should be popping to collect him soon.

"Is he in the back again?"

'Speak of the Devil' Rachel nodded her head as the Royal tutor went to the back room to collect Arthur, picking up some earm.u.f.fs she placed them on her head, while Morgan did the same with a pair she made.

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The next minute the bratty Arthur was screaming, kicking and punching. He is every bit a brat as he is a Prince. The Royal tutor was old and seemingly used to this, it might be because he was familiar with this kind of behavior with the young royals. He dragged a screaming Arthur outthought flinching or anything.

Sometimes one must feel bad for the minor characters working the everyday jobs. Its really just sad one day your happy go lucky the next some protagonist just decided to ruin your day.

After Arthur's voice became barley audible, Rachel took off her earm.u.f.fs and sighed. "I Can't wait for that Brat to grow up" she muttered.

Morgan just watched her as she went back to work, she then turned her head back to the door Arthur was dragged out off, when she turned back, she took a bit of her sandwich and quietly ate the rest of it.

It didn't take long for Uther to walk back in, around the evening, looking quite flushed. Rachel for the love of G.o.d wanted to face palm herself so much. "For you or for her" Rachel whispered due to Morgan sleeping on the sofa by the library.

"For me" He said in somewhat of a slur, he glanced at Morgan and then back at Merlin. Rachel walked up to one other her cabinets. "Can I get the flavor you gave me last time."

Rachel nodded her head and picked up a brownish vial and walked over to him. "Here"

Uther popped it open and gave it a sniff. "Ah, the best" Uther said walking out as Rachel folded her arms and shaking her head. Walking to the window, she looked at the bright moon. From the window she felt the flow of magic from the outside, it was an amazing feeling.

But then she looked down at the streets and her mood immediately had taken a 180 turn, as she saw the disgusting dirty flesh-eating rats crawl around eating whatever. Including the human waste just laying their not being cleaned up at all, and just laying on the ground.

'I really hate this place'