Love Conquers All

Chapter Five

A/N
Hey! Sorry it's been so long, hopefully this makes up for it :) I've been super busy with year 12, but I finish in around two months so hopefully we'll see more updates then - For now enjoy the chapter, and as always let me know what you think!

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You and me, we're bumper cars
The more I try to get to you
The more we crash apart,
Round and round we chase the sparks
But all that seems to lead to
Is a pile of broken parts

- Bumper Cars, Alex and Sierra

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*Mordred's POV*

Mordred watched Arthur carefully, waiting to see if he would make the first move.

He clearly wasn't going to, so Mordred attempted an overhand cut.

Arthur blocked it, but stayed defensive as Mordred began raining blow after blow on him.

None hit Arthur, but he was pleased to see a look of concentration on the King's face, rather then the bored look he often sported while training.

Mordred was trying to ignore the intense way Merlin was watching the match, but he couldn't help glancing his way. Arthur took advantage of his distracted lunge and managed to grab his arm and wrestle the sword from his hand.

The next thing he knew he was flat on his back with Arthur pointing a sword at his throat.

He dropped his head to the ground in defeat and Arthur helped him up with a wide grin.

"You're getting good, Mordred. Very good. I may have to start trying soon."

Mordred thanked him and looked for Merlin, but the warlock had already disappeared.

He resolutely pushed his disappointment down and turned his attention back to Arthur, who was explaining where Mordred had gone wrong. 

This was exactly why Arthur was such a good leader. He observed his knights and pointed out all the flaws in their technique, then he taught them how to be better.

Arthur finished and clapped him on the back with another grin. "You are improving at an excellent rate. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you my Lord," Mordred replied sincerely, retrieving his sword again once the king had left and approaching the group of knights still training.

No matter how much work it took, he would be the best he could possibly be. He wanted Arthur to trust him on missions, and hopefully make Merlin proud.

..............

Mordred nervously knocked on Arthur's door.

One of the servants had informed him the king wanted to see him, but didn't know why. Mordred could only imagine the worst.

Perhaps Arthur found him lacking, despite his encouragement. Maybe he had discovered his magic, or worse, found out about his feelings for a certain servant.

"Yes?"

Mordred attempted a calm expression and entered the kings chambers. "You wished to see me Sire?"