*One week later.*
White-blueish colors start forming around. I try to compose my enthusiam as I recall the cameras distribution. He's finally here after so long! I never thought I'd miss someone like him, whatever he is.
"Hello, my lady." He greets as we are alone again, at last. I catch his British accent, my favorite. He made me wait one whole week to show himself again. But, it's alright, for he's going to tell me his story this time. Hoping he'll clear what he has made vague then. I notice a sword hanging on his belt unlike previous times. Strange.
"Working assiduously as usual, hah..." I look at him, put my hand on my mouth and shake my head in disapproval hoping he'll understand my gesture. "No one can hear me, my lady but you. I've come with one good magic spell that'll assure my disguise. It's your turn to snap up pens and mirrors." He quips as he remains talking in a respectful-gentle tone.
I lower my head in acknowledgement and smile at the latter part. As if.
"So where were we? Hmmm. . .Where to begin. . ."
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"Liars, I had sat with.
Doubted their every word,
Every feature.
Awful Awful creatures.
Killers, I had looked
In their bloody murderous eyes,
Shed them from their own light,
Returned what they had stolen back,
Prayed for the innocent dead,
And, protected what they had dread.
Cruel Cruel, heartless creatures.
Bullies, made me stronger.
With each screaming match
we had.
With every foreign curse,
They spit out.
Their incessant gibberish.
Their futile critisim.
Their surplus egotisim.
Poor poor, unfortunate creatures.
They helped me indirectly
Figuring what I was good at.
What my low points were;
How to improve myself.
Some called me King,
They appreciated
My doings and values.
Some stood by me.
Helped me feel free.
Helping me help them
Feel free.
A world of just,
And fairness;
What I was trying to build.
Though, at its dawn I was not skilled.
Even then, everything was fulfilled.
As those who regarded me,
As one of the finest kings-the knights,
Were impeccably drilled. "
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A/N:
I hope you like this chapter!
A part 3 maybe?
Btw, I have reached season 5 in Merlin! Did anyone of you guys watch it?? It's so amazing, really. I got inspired by it this time through Arthur Pen Dragon mainly.
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