Imagines about the BBC Merlin (Arthur Pendragon)
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Lancelot stared at me as though I was a rare jewel. I was confused by his stares but something took control in my brain and I leaned over and kissed him. The rational part of myself was trying to push him away from me, but the other part was far stronger in that moment.
A scream of anger broke us apart and I looked behind us to see Arthur running toward Lancelot. Lance pushed me away to protect me from Arthur's blade knocking me to the floor in the process. A bit of the spell letting his kind nature shine through for a moment, in an attempt to protect someone he cared about.
The two fought as I cried, "Stop!" I call out to them. Arthur brings Lancelot to his knees and was close to running him through. "STOPPP!!!" I scream and the scream seemed to snap the two men out of their rages.
Arthur turned to me and saw the horrified look upon my face, he saw the terror that resided in my eyes. Arthur withdrew his sword from Lancelot's direction and sheathed it. "Leave." He spoke coldly to Lancelot, "if I see you in Camelot's borders at first light you are to be killed on sight." Arthur threatened.
"Yes your Majesty." Lancelot says before leaving the room.
Arthur then turns to the guards posted outside, "The rest of you leave me, I must speak to her alone." He says nodding in the direction of me.
"Oh course my lord." The guards said as they file out.
Once the door was closed Arthur walked over to me and stared down at my kneeled state. "Get up for Heaven's sake, I am not just your ruler, I was to be your husband." He snapped.
I wipe at my tear-stained eyes and stand up. I look up only momentarily and see the hurt and the anger in Arthur's eyes. Such anger from him had never been veered toward me, in all the time i'd known him. He pointed between us, "I thought we were happy?" He said more sad than anything else.
"We were; Arthur, we are." I say through my tears, but he doesn't believe me.
"So what you loved him? You've always loved him?" He accuses.
"No—I love you; it's always ever been you." I correct him, "I want to be yours, to be your wife." I tell him.
He looked at me with tears in his own eyes, "you only had to wait one more day." He says heartbroken. "If you had worries?"
"I wasn't worried." I inform.
"If you had doubts?"
"I never had any doubts." I whisper.
"Well Then Forgive Me, For I Must Really Be Stupid; WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!!" He hollered grabbing my shoulders and shaking me.
My eyes widened in terror and I flinched away from his hostility. Arthur noticed my flinch and his voice dropped immediately and was laced with regret.
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"I'm sorry." He says looking away releasing my arms from his grip before beginning to walk away.
"No, it is I—who should be sorry." I correct sadly, "Arthur, you mean everything to me." I whisper to him.
"Then what happened—(y/n)?" He asks wanting to hear the truth from me, even if it would hurt him to listen to.
I shook my head, "I don't know how or frankly why; it was like something took control of my body—almost like I was—" my eyes widened.
"Almost like you were what?" He asked growing concerned, moving closer to me.
"Possessed." I whisper, "I remember part of myself trying to fight for control, to push Lance off of me—but the other part of me wouldn't listen." I explain, "I love Lancelot like my brother, and that is all he has ever been to me; you have to believe me, Arthur?" I say pleading for him to see that I was forced. I knelt down and kneeled before him showing my loyalty to him.
Arthur was fighting within himself, he wanted to believe me—more than anything, but what if I were only telling him lies? "You expect me to believe that kiss was brought on by magic?" He asks me.
"I don't expect anything, sire; believe what you wish. But Arthur know that I have never lied to you, not once." I tell him confidently. "If you see to it that I am executed then so be it—but know I'll still love you until my last breath. My heart belongs to you, Arthur; my lips do too, and I'll love you more than you'll ever know." I confess as a tear falls down my cheek.
Arthur sighed, "in my Father's Day you'd be put to death for even mentioning the word magic—" he knelt down in front of me and shook his head. "I don't want to see you dead on my order. I still love you—and I still want to be your husband and marry you tomorrow." He says and my head lifts up with his finger under my chin. "I believe you, (y/n)—I should have never doubted you or your love." He says and i burst into tears as I rest my forehead against his. "I will find whoever enchanted you, and when I find them, I'm gonna make them wish they hadn't." He promised sternly before I cup his cheeks and kiss him.
If my words hadn't convinced Arthur of my love, the kiss definitely would have. I knew I had most definitely been enchanted earlier because unlike Lancelot, I wasn't attempting to pull away—quite the opposite; I wanted to bring Arthur's lips closer to my own.
Arthur grabbed my hips and pulled me closer until I was sitting on his lap. Our lips never broke from the others because we knew the both of us needed this kiss. We needed it to heal our hearts and to forgive each other for all the pain we'd caused the other.
