Arthur Pendragon x reader Imagines (BBC Merlin)

Teach Me

Morgana had lent you one of her gowns so you and Gwen didn't have to wear the gown attire the rest of the female servants did. It was the first time you had ever felt truly beautiful. You wore the finest fabric and felt for once not like a servant, but like the nobility.

When Arthur saw you walk into the room with Gwen and Morgana, his heart nearly stopped. Never had he ever seen you in anything this exquisite. You were the prettiest woman in the room by far; you were the prettiest woman anywhere as far as Arthur Pendragon was concerned.

He found his way over to you and smiled at you; you smiled and curtsied back, "your highness." You greet.

Arthur smiled, "you look beautiful, (y/n)." Arthur compliments and you feel your cheeks grow warm.

"I'm glad you think so, sire." You reply. He held out his hand for you and you looked around to see if anyone was looking before placing your hand in his. He brought your hand up and kissed the back of it and your mouth fell open.

"Would you care to dance, milady?" Arthur asked you.

You shook your head, "I'm flattered, sire; but I believe I would only embarrass you." You say trying to let him down easy.

"What makes you say that?" He asks.

"It wouldn't be appropriate, sire." You explain, "besides I might step on your foot." You admit with a giggle.

He chuckles, "are you telling me you don't know how to dance?" He asks.

You shake your head, "the life of a servant leaves little time for dancing, sire." You explain, "I never learned."

Arthur smiled thinking this was his chance, "well I shall teach you then." He says dragging you onto the floor with the other dancers.

"Are you sure about this, sire?" You ask looking around nervously. You saw a few people pointing and gossiping and you attempt to pull your hand free from Arthur's but he wouldn't let you.

You felt a hand pick your head up so you could look into Arthur's eyes. "Don't look at them, just look at me." He commands softly and you nod and his hand cupping your chin moves to your waist. He pulls you closer, and your breath hitched. He took your hand and placed in on his shoulder, "just follow my lead." He says beginning to lead you slowly into the dance.

You had begun to get the hang of it when all of a sudden you stumble and accidentally step on his foot, "sorry, sire?" You apologize and he just chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, (y/n)." He says brushing it off. He spins you out and then back to him, you smiled up at him and he smiled down at you. Your former reservations disappeared and no matter how many people gossiped about the two of you, neither of you cared.

When Arthur spun you out one last time and brought you in he dipped you.

The two of you looked at each other so deeply. Your hand brushed his neck softly as you quirked a smile at him. He just stared at your lips wanting so desperately to press them to his. For a moment you were the only two in the room.

But just as quick as the moment came, the moment was quickly over. You were snapped out of the spell he had you under and you pulled away from him. His hands grew limp and fell from you. You curtsy, "thank you for the dance, Sire; I enjoyed it very much." You say before immediately rushing from the room.

Arthur stood there alone, dumbfounded at your quick departure. "Would you care to dance, my Prince?" Another lady asked coming up to him, his eyes snapping to her.

Not with you!

The woman wore a low cut dress and her red lips smiled seductively, but Arthur was no fool. "Forgive me my lady, but I'm actually quite tired at the moment, perhaps another time?" He says letting the promiscuous woman down easy.

The obviously painted lady pouted, but her red lips were quick to smile again. "Of course my Prince." She says before turning around slinking off to find a drunk man to sink her talons into instead.

Arthur quickly fled the room and found you wiping at your eyes in the corner.

"(y/n) are you alright?" He asks you. You look up and see him standing in front of you with a look of concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine, you should head back to the party." You tell him.

"I'm not that blind, (y/n); clearly you're not fine." He said.

"I—i'm sorry I left so abruptly, I hope you can forgive me?"

He shook his head, "Already forgiven, I just wanted to see if you were alright?"

You shake your head, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course, anything?"

"Why did you choose me to dance with tonight?" You ask, "there were arguably much better options than me, sire." You say.

He shook his head, "I don't know—maybe I just wanted to dance with you." He explains.

"Is that the only reason?" You ask him, trying to find if your feelings were reciprocated.

"Uh screw it." Arthur muttered before walking over and pressing you up against the wall. Your eyes grew wide at his actions and then Arthur froze. "You don't know how badly I want to kiss you right now?" He whispered.

You gulp and your tongue poked out of your mouth to wet your dry lips and Arthur watched you carefully. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to." You reply and that was all Arthur needed to hear before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.