Arthur Pendragon x reader Imagines (BBC Merlin)

Thank God

Clarice knocked on your chamber door and announced that the men had returned. You were up from your bed in seconds and had quickly grabbed Clarice's hand.

The two of you ran down to where the soldiers were. You kept an eye out for your blonde haired husband, praying that he was alright. When you finally spotted him riding alongside Lorenzo you smiled wide, "Giuliano!" You called out for him.

Over all the fanfare he heard his name being called. The man spun his head as he rode to see his wife's beautiful face smiling at him. He broke off from the rest of the men and started riding toward you along with Lorenzo.

You had gotten married a little before Bianca and Guglielmo. But you had loved Giuliano since you were children, and him you. Your family had been allied with the Medici ever since Giuliano's grandfather, Cosimo and your grandfather Niccolo' were business partners.

From a young age your two families could tell that one day you'd be wed. Your families had been right,  as when you were both 16 Giuliano confessed his feelings for you. "I am yours, (y/n)—I always was. I've never loved anyone the way I love you." He admitted.

You smiled, "Giuliano, I could not fathom even being in love with anyone else." You admitted before Giuliano pulled you in and kissed you.

He had courted you for 4 years before finally asking your father for his blessing. Your father had no reservations as he had known Giuliano for his whole life. He knew if anyone loved his daughter as much as he did—it was Giuliano de' Medici.

As your husband approached you ran up to him and he quickly dismounted his horse. He smiled and opened his arms; you ran into them without hesitation. "I was so worried." You cry into his chest and he hugs you tighter.

"I'm here, amore mio." Giuliano promised. Pulling away slightly he stared at the face he honestly did not believe he'd ever see again. The face of the person he loved most.

Not being able to stand not having your lips on his he leans in and captures your lips with his. Your hand goes up to touch the side of his face as he kisses you with such passion; no one—not even God could deny that Giuliano loved you.

Clarice and Lorenzo had left the two of you, ages ago. You rested your forehead against Giuliano's as you caught your breath. You stared at him, now realizing the blood that stained his face.

Your hand went up to touch it, "are you alright? Are you hurt?" You ask concerned.

He took your hand that cupped his face in his, "I'm alright, (y/n); no need to worry, the bloods not mine." He explains.

Your eyes widen, "somehow that information is not exactly comforting, Giuliano." You admit.

"Oh I'm sorry, would you have preferred I was hurt?" He asks with a laugh.

You shake your head and leaned in close, "heaven's no! And I thank God for that." You whisper before pressing your lips to his, showing how much you had been scared for him, and how much you loved him.

Giuliano deepened the kiss and your hand went up to his cheek, brushing his skin with your hand. His arm went up to pull you closer, and you were more than happy to comply. Giuliano was dirty from battle but you cared very little about the dirt. Having him here, and alive, and breathing in front of you that's what you cared about.

No matter how many people gave you dirty looks passing by as you kissed, neither of you cared. Most couples rarely displayed outward affection for each other in public; which you supposed made you and Giuliano very different. Because you weren't married off to someone who you couldn't stand—far from it.

You were married to who you loved and you thank God everyday that he loved you back.