King Arthur

Chapter 3: King

The people were buzzing like bees everywhere when announcement of the King of Camelot spreaded like wildfire. For many years they have waited, all their wishes came true. But one could not believe it.

Merlin, slowly walked and went near the stone were the sword was once stuck. He is delighted knowing that the kingdom is now in safe hands. He got in his full alert when he sensed a presence behind his back, he snapped his head to where that perosn is, but his face softened when it was Arthur, looking so lost.

"I could tell you are one of those who do not believe the sword is out of that stone." Arthur said and stopped beside Merlin, who notice the sword in hand.

"I do believe, your majesty." Merlin said, went on his one knee and bowed his head, as a sign of respect and submission. But Arthur cringed of that sight.

"Please, do not do that. I feel like I am not who I am anymore the moment i held this sword. Stand up." Merlin stand up, and noticed Arthur's gaze toward the sword, as he gazed unto him, he could really tell Arthur looks like the late King Uther.

"You are destined to be the King. This is your fate." Merlin unconciously said. Arthur looked at the old man, puzzled.

"My fate? No. My fate is to be the man of every women." Arthur stubbornly said. Merlin slightly shook his head.

Off all the thing you inherited from your father. Why does it have to be the lust for women?

"But I do not know how to be a King. For I never thought I will become one." Arthur mumbled as he looked up to the dark sky, feeling the stars were shining to him.

"Being a King, is a great responsibility. I feel your burden, child. But worry not, you are meant for this" Merlin answered and lightly tapped Arthur's shoulder. "You still have time to learn. And I know you will be great. I know you do not want to disappoint your people. They have longed for a King. A King that will protect them, as they protect and respect their King." Merlin added.

Arthur, unsure of what to do, just hanged his head low. Merlin knew he is troubled.

A trouble he needs to face alone. In order to be a just and dutiful King.

IN a small run down cabin in the forested area of the kingdom, Morgana lives.

She cannot believe that Arthur is now the King.

The man she loves, is now a King.

But she hated it.

Because how will she make him fall for her, if her victim is far away and unreachable?

And she still cannot forget how Arthur toyed her heart and body.

Morgana looked at her left wrist and saw the pearl bracelet laced with gold that Arthur gave to her. She carresed it.

Nut forcefully threw it away, as her eyes grew with anger, when she realized Arthur never reciprocated her love.

IN a bright and loud tavern. 5 women, Prusha, Igna, Lulla, Vesa, and Rina, were sitting as they listened to Old Beiliz, the infamous whore who raised them to be a whore too.

"King Arthur. Indeed, such a surprise our most valuable guest is our newly hailed King. I still remember how he coiled Jese right in the table in the roughest way I know." Beiliz sarcastically said. Knowing the boy was a bastard of Sir Ector but is actually the child of their late King.

"Hush, mother. You do not want to be in the gallows, right? Insulting the King means death." Prusha, the oldest of them five, said to Beiliz.

Beiliz rolled her eyes.

"King Arthur," she disgustingly said, "shall never punish me nor hurt me in any ways." And smiled meaningfully.

"And why is that, mother?" Lulla said, wondering what is the secret Beiliz know that she can use against King Arthur.

"You do not need to know." Beiliz coldly said. "What you have to do is practice on being a queen and concubine. All of you shall know how to be one." They all gasped.

"You mean one of us is going to be a Queen?" Vesa, the greediest of them all, and Arthur's once favorite whore, asked.

"You might not know. King Arthur, might come knocking on my door." Beiliz meaningfully said as she reminisced her past encounter with Arthur, that lead her to know his secret.

IN the palace, settled far from the others, surrounded by high strong walls and knights. Are now in full alert, knowing their king is now inside.

And the majestic four cornered room, with a beautiful chandelier laced with gold and silver hanging on top, fur carpet with four majestic seats, a bed fit for a king to bed many women, were designed.

And on the balcony, is where Arthur is, leaning on the barricade, stating at the bright market afar, wondering what to do in the morrow.

Thoughts keep running on his mind. He knows he's still young to rule a kingdom. Kingdom he never thought is his.

And the burden on his shoulders is heavier more than ever. Because Arthur may be a rake, but he still dreams of having a wife he will love and children to care.

He sighed and sipped on his wine. Then a knock on the door woke him up.

"Enter." He said. Sir Ector came in view, walked to him and bowed, murmuring his title.

Arthur frowned, uncomfortable seeing the man who brought him up acting like that to him.

"Father, please. I hope to not see you doing that." He said. Sir Ector slightly smiled.

"I have to, your Majesty. I must show my utmost sincerity to the king we have longed to have." Sir Ector argued. Arthur shook his head playfully.

"I understand. But when we are alone, please, do not do that. And you, calling me Arthur is fine, at least, when we are alone." Arthur said.

"As you wish, Arthur." They both laughed. Sir Ector joined Arthur in the balcony, as the latter poured a wine in a glass.

"Have a drink, father. A lot of things happened this day, it tired all of us." Arthur started, then gazed on the bright looking market.

"Indeed. Unexpected things, but ended well though." Sir Ector agreed, "Arthur, if it is not a bother to you, may I hear what could be your plans for the kingdom, if, there is already?" He softly added.

"I do not know. Strengthen the army, I guess. As well as the connections in other kingdoms and foreign traders. I hope to see the kingdom, flourish more." Arthur said. Lots and lots of things are needed to be straightened, father. In and out of the court and kingdom.

"Glad to hear that, son. I know that even though you are not ready to bear such responbilities, you will never abandom your people." Sir Ector affectionately said.

"You are the one who taught me that, father. To never abandon your people. I may be selfish, but now, there are things that must come first before my own pleasures." Arthur said and sipped again. A thought flashed on his mind.

"Father." He softly said. Sir Ector took his gaze away on those bright lights and looked at Arthur, who looked to him too.

"Yes, Arthur?" He asked.

"What will be your opinion if I plan to change this kingdom's name?" Arthur interestedly said. Sir Ector did not know what to say.

"I do not know what to say, son. But it is up to you, if you see it fit to change the name. What would it be then?" Sir Ector asked.

Arthur grinned like a child as fire of excitement coarsed through him.

"Britain."