Protector {Merlin}

Chapter 3

          " What is your name, young lady? " asked the king of Camelot as soon the his son and guards arrived to the throne room, the prince and a guard pushing me to my knees in front of the king but as soon they let go, I stood up, straightening my tunic and vest down.

          " Why do you want to know? " I asked the king, a small smile forming when I heard the horrified gasps of the people around the big room, probably wondering how a mere girl can be so rude to the fearsome king of Camelot.

          " I am Uther Pendragon, king of Camelot. You would address me with respect " he answered, glaring at me. I just smiled wider, finding the whole situation hilarious for some reason.

          " If you're trying to be intimidating, you're failing miserably because I find your glare adorable, " I snickered, looking around the room, taking in the majestic architecture that made the huge room grand.

          " How dare you?! " he yelled, standing up in anger.

          Hm, I thought it would take a lot more than that to annoy the mighty king of Camelot. I thought to myself with a smirk as I walked around the room, the others too shocked to stop me. Looking back at the king, he had a slightly red face as his glare deepened, his hand waving, silently ordering the guards to grab me. They did so and pushed me to my knees in front of the king once again, keeping a tight hold over my arms, pulling them back slightly causing me to wince as the stitches in my wounded shoulder ripped even more.

          " I could have you killed! " he yelled at me, but I just raised my head so that he could see the wide smirk on my lips, showing him that I wasn't afraid of him or his threats, in fact, I appeared to be amused by his actions.

          " Whatever for? " I asked innocently, winking at the dark-haired, green-eyed lady Morgana in the chair beside the king's throne when I caught her small smile forming due to my witty actions. She quickly looked away, wiping her expression when the king looked back at his ward. The reason why I knew who the royal people were and what they looked like, was because this wasn't my first time facing the king was guards around. Though the last time I was here was a couple years ago so they don't seem to remember me- which was a relief- I'm just thankful the last time I was here, I didn't see the physician and he didn't see me either because if he did, he sure would have remembered me and told the king. The old man looked like the type of person to remember everything.

          " For letting that big mouth of yours run loosely- you have no filter, " he said, calming down enough to sit back down on his throne.

          " Would you believe me if I told you that you aren't the first one to say that to me? " I asked, cracking a toothy grin, seeing a couple of people hide their amused smiles behind the palms of their hands. What happened next was totally surprising. 

          Uther Pendragon laughed.

          Did he have like a personality disorder or something? Because his attitudes changed incredibly fast, I wondered inwardly as I tilted my head in confusion. The people of the court began laughing too, but in a more tense, forced, awkward manner, they too was confused at the sudden change of attitude coming from their king.

          " You are funny, " Uther said, finishing off his fit of laughter.

          " So I've been told, " I said.

          " It's too bad, you would have made a fine jester, " I furrowed my eyebrows at that. Would have? So he was planning to kill me after all. I knew it.

          " Father? " Arthur asked in question, stepping forward, arms falling down to his side from their previous crossed position.

          " Guards, " Uther gestured for them to take me away, probably to the dungeons where I would stay the night while they make preparations for my execution- I'd be hanged most likely. Letting out a chuckle filled with amusement, I slipped my arms away from the guard's grasps and stretched my foot out, tripping one of them who then stumbled into the other guard, both falling to the ground in grunts.