Arthur's pov
Waiting in my cell was agonizing. I heard the warning bell go off and I panicked. When Lancelot and Percival came and told me that Merlin had made it safely to Gwens, with out attracting the attention of anyone who wants his head chopped off, I felt a little better.
The day was mostly a blur of things. My father came down and yelled at me a bit, asking why hadn't the guards caught Merlin. Seeing as my guards were my friends, I told him that they heard a scream out side and wanted to see if everyone was ok.
Then he left yelling at everyone in his way.
Where are they? The guards are supposed to be down here to tell me how Merlin is!
"Arthur?" Merlin says
It's not an unwelcome voice it's just I don't want him in any danger whatsoever.
"Merlin?" I whisper " Merlin what the hell are you doing here? What if you get caught! did anyone see-"
" I came down because I missed you" he says
I stand up so I'm at the front of the cell, my hands curling around the bars. "Oh" I say
He walks towards me kisses me through the bars. "Yup I really did miss that" I think we was about to kiss me again, but Lancelot came running down the stairs, loudly, and very out of breath.
" Merlin we have to go. Now" he says
" what why?" I ask
Lance tries to catch his breath " the, er the king"
I only have time to say " wait" before they dart out of the dungeon.
I hear some one say stop and then you're under arrest. And then silence.
