Arthur Pendragon x reader Imagines (BBC Merlin)

You Will be Okay

The painful tightness of the cuffs was the only emotion you felt anymore. Pain & Hunger! That's all you ever felt now.

They'd tossed you into this cell by order of the king. You were a dead woman walking, the moment you arrived in Camelot. Because you possessed the one thing the king hated above all else.

You knew you would end up here in the end. Especially, when you had caught feelings for a certain Pendragon Prince. Being with Arthur was a death sentence especially for someone with magic.

But Arthur had been more open-minded than his father. He had accepted you just as you were, magic and all; though you supposed love would do that to a person.

But here you were...about to die for a crime you had not committed. The king had found out about you and Arthur and thought you had enchanted him. After he had found a poultice hidden under Arthur's pillow. You pleaded your case...but Uther's mind had already been made up the moment you stepped into that council chambers.

Not only to rid his beloved Camelot of another magic wielder, but also rid his son of his affections for the pretty seamstress.

The guard assigned to deliver your food had stomped on one of your hands surely breaking it in the process. Even if Arthur could somehow talk his father into letting you live, there was a fair chance that you would never again be able to pick up a needle or use your loom ever again. You would most likely never be able to see Arthur again; so long as Uther was alive. You would be out on the streets and out of work, which seemed at least to you a far worse sentence than death.

The only solace you received was when you were able to fall asleep on the cold ground. You dreamt of Arthur's arms holding you close and him whispering in your ear, that you would be okay.

But you would not be okay!

You would be dead tomorrow morning; burned to death on a pyre in the square, for all to see. You wipe at your eyes with your cloth-wrapped hand. You had attempted to create a brace or splint of some kind for your broken hand, ripping your skirt to use the fabric.

You sat in the corner, leaning your back against the wall. Leaning your head against the rough stone.

"(y/n)?" A voice in front of your cell whispered. A voice you knew, exceptionally well. Your eyes popped open and you lifted your head from the stone.

"Arthur..." You whimper, wondering if you had just gone mad?

The person pulled down their hood and revealed your blonde, blue-eyed Prince. "Arthur?" You whisper knowing it to be him.

"I'm here, my love; I'm so sorry." He apologizes. You ignore his apology and instead rush over to him. He reaches through the bars for your hand and you hiss and jerk it away from him cradling it with the other.

His eyes darkened once he saw your wrapped hand, "who's done that to you?" He asked coldly. "Tell me, now." He urges.

"The...the guard assigned to me for food...he stomped on my hand and I tried to wrap it...Terrian, I think his name was..." you explain.

"Well then he'll die." He says seriously. No one hurt you and got away with it; he would make sure of that.

You shake your head, "no Arthur, I do not wish for more bloodshed...not on my account, I'm not worth it." You tell him.

He shook his head, "you're worth everything." He says, "my title, my kingdom...without you, they're worth nothing to me." He admits and you smile softly.