Arthur pov
"father?" The light was beginning to fade slightly. I still had to squint my eyes to see Uther's figure but I was no longer blinded.
"Hello Arthur. It's been quite some time since we've spoken," there was something in his eye, a glint of some sort. It was making me uneasy, as if he knew something. "I've been watching you know, from here. I know about Merlin's magic. Quite troubling if I do say so myself. He was such a good servant. A sham If something were to... happen to him."
His grin was malicious. I growled. "You can't do anything to him. You're dead.You have no power over him or Camelot."
He chuckled as if this was funny to him. " Nor do you my son." I looked at him. Confusion clear in my face. "Oh,so you don't know then. Well let me explain. You're precious little sorcerer down there couldn't save you. The almighty Emrys couldn't protect the Once and Future King of Albion any longer. "
My face must have betrayed my realization in that moment, as Uther chuckled again. "Now you see. You too are dead. Forced to watch Merlin suffer for the rest of eternity."
And that I did.
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I'm Right Here (merthur)
RandomWhen Arthur died, his soul was stuck on earth. Stuck on Merlin to be persice. He watched his best friend and lover suffer for years unable to do anything. What will he do? What price will he pay to be able to speak to his Merlin again?
