Come What May

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In the throne room, Morgana sits holding her sister's hand. Looking at the possible route Arthur and Emrys could have gone. "where are they hiding? They couldn't have gone to the Crystal Cave, I have men guarding the entrance. I have men out in the forest right now patrolling the hill sides. I have been everywhere and still nothing!" Morgana throws her glass on the floor. The court stands there, not wanting to anger the new Queen of Camelot. The doors slam open, bringing in the enemy. 

"Look at this? The knights of the Round Table, a name that Arthur gave you, I'd assume. Gawain, Percival, Elyan, and look here! Lancelot, my favorite knight of them all." Morgana smiles at the knights. "Now, where is Arthur Pendragon and Emrys? Tell me now, and you will be spared, or we could always have a little fun." 

Lancelot spits on the floor right in front of her, as the others did the same. "You are just a mad woman. You are not the rightful ruler of Camelot, and you never will be." Gawain speaks, in a hoarse tone of voice. Looking up at the black haired witch, smiling as one of the guards hits him with their fist. "respect your new Queen! Your Majesty Morgana, demands respect." 

Getting up out of her seat, Morguse makes her way to Elyan. "You are Gwen's brother, aren't you? What would you do if I told you that her killer is in this room right now?" Elyan stares straight into her eyes, "I would kill whoever murdered my little sister. " Morguse points at Lancelot, grinning at him as Elyan looks to his right. " Lancelot? You have got to be kidding me. Lancelot wouldn't do that, he loves her I would say even more than King Arthur. Lancelot?" Looking down in shame, "She was going to kill Arthur, Elyan. I-I had to stop her. I didn't want to, Elyan, if I could have done it to were they both lived, I would have. I loved her, God I loved your sister. And I still do." Lancelot hangs his head in disgust, waiting for Elyan to kill him were he sits. 

"This is cute, now where is Emrys? Where are they hiding? Tell me." Morgana paces in the room, back and forth, back and forth. 

"My Queen, they are no where to be found. It is as if they have fallen off the face of the earth." Agri says bursting into the room. "I WANT THEM DEAD!" Morgana yells, pulling her hair out. Bowing at her, Agri turns and walks out of the room. 

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"Come on, you are not going to give up on me just yet." Arthur pulls Merlin onto his back, planning on carrying the warlock to safer grounds. Getting half way through the trail, Merlin begins to slide off of Arthur. "Arthur, you need to rest. You can't do this in one day. Take it easy there clot-pole." Merlin chuckles at his own word. "The only reason that I'm letting you get away with calling me that, is because you will be polishing my boots, armor, and making me food, as ell as cleaning my chambers." Arthur laughs, and much to his surprise, so does Merlin. 

"You need to take a break. Come on, put me down and get some rest. You're going to need it." Merlin whispers in Arthur's ear, earning a shiver from the king. Finally setting up camp, Arthur puts out one mat. Looking at the dying man in front of him, Arthur begins to remember what Merlin said to him. 

"So, Merlin. What is it that you said to me on the battle field? something along the lines of, what? I can't put my finger on it." Arthur grins at the ebony haired manservant. "You are a pompous prat, and were a terrible king back in your day." Merlin's face was holding, until Arthur almost fell trying to sit down on the opposite side of the fire.  "I don't think that you said that, here was what I thought I heard, that you said that you loved me. I could have just heard you wrong though. Pompous prat and love you are so close together, who could tell what you said." Arthur sides around to the blankets and throws one over Merlin to keep him warm. "If I ever said that, it was in your dreams." Merlin chuckles awkwardly.  

I do dream of that being true. I want to be with you forever, to live in this world by your side. I want you and me to have that cheesy romance, to grow old together, and see the love in your eyes.

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