So I saw this edit on instagram which made me think of this plot so here we are
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there may be some similar aspects to s2ep9 in here but nothing too similar -
Arthur was on his nightly patrols when he heard it. A wretched, strangled, sob. The sound of it made Arthur's heart ache; he never wanted to hear it again. He told his men—who were very clearly ignorant of the sounds coming from their left—to go to the right while he took the left path. They agreed without delay and followed Arthur's orders exactly how he stated them. After they were out of sight, he pulled the reins of his horse and it galloped through the trees until they came to a clearing. Stopping, Arthur assessed his location, listening until he heard the horrid weeping again. It was louder, so whoever it was must have been fairly close.
He dismounted from his horse before tying it to a tree and following the sound until he came across a cave. There was light coming from the inside, and as Arthur stepped in he could faintly smell the smoke that signaled there was a fire. At this point, the crying had reduced to sniffles and hiccups, and yet he still wanted to find whoever it was to make sure they were alright.
Tiptoeing across the rocky cave floor, the light inside became brighter and brighter until he finally saw it. There was a fire on the floor, and sitting right next to it, was a boy not too much younger than Arthur himself. He lied there, shivering and sniffling, with his eyes shut as he trembled from his earlier sobbing. Arthur took a step closer, only for the gravel to crunch beneath his boots. The sound of it alarmed the boy immediately, who sat up and backed himself into the cave wall immediately. He looked so afraid that Arthur wanted to just hold him close and never let go.
He was wearing what looked like an ensemble of rags, being that they were ripped in places and there were holes throughout his shirt. The boy was so skinny Arthur wondered if he'd ever had a decent meal in his life; his face was covered in dust from the cave floor, and his hair was rumpled and ragged. He continued to press himself into the wall, as if wishing it would swallow him whole so he wouldn't be in sight of Arthur.
"Who- who are you?" He asked, and his voice was so dry and cracked that Arthur's heart broke for a second time. "What do you want with me?" The second question was squeaked out so low that it could barely be heard over the crackling of the fire.
"I'm... Arthur. Are you alright?" He asked, slowly, as to not scare the poor boy off.
"Why are you here? Did you want to take me off and kill me?!" He said, with more fire than Arthur thought he had in him. It was unbelievable that he had the ability to say anything at all in his condition. He was still shivering, so Arthur took a few steps closer to him without speaking and even though he pushed himself further into the wall, Arthur removed his cape and wrapped it around his shoulders. The boy flinched away from him, but took the cape anyway. Afterward, Arthur took a few steps back to give him some space.
