If he were to rise again - A Merthur story [COMPLETED]

Crying into bedsheets - Chapter 16

**ARTHUR'S POV**

I wander around for a while, confused about the way the new world works. The only place I know here was the lake of Avalon but that wasn't a place I could stay overnight at. I desperately want to go back home, to Merlin, to his warm bed and his knee weakening hugs but he hates me.

Tears begin to fall again from my only recently dried eyes. I take a seat on a bench at the side of the path. At first I place my head in my hands but remove it almost instantly throwing my head back in awkwardness and frustration.

I stand again only to look around and realise I have no clue where I am, I fall to the floor helplessly sobbing onto the gravel pieces that sit uncomfortably beneath my hands and knees.

I take three shaky breaths before trying again to compose myself.

Once I stand again for the second time, I grab the arm of a passer bier, they turn and stare at me uncomfortably.

"Do you where the nearest inn or tavern is?" They raise a quizzical eyebrow but then begin to think.

"Well there is a B&B down the street."

"A what?" I ask

"A B&B. Bed and breakfast?" I just shake my head confused.

"Where you can stay over night..." they reply again.

"Thank you. May no ills come your way."

"Okay..." she laughs, which I find rather rude but suppose it must be modern day culture.

I arrive outside the house that in height seems bigger than Merlins but the width looks tiny compared to it.

I knock once an wait awkwardly on the doorstep. An old lady eventually arrives and greets me with a warm smile.

"Are you here for a room?" She asks politely, I nod but otherwise don't move.

"Then your just in time hunny, there is only one left here." I smile and she motions me in through the door.

"You'll be in room 4, it's on the 3rd floor. The 4th floor is off limits as it is my own personal floor. Dinner is served at 5:00 pm and breakfast at 9:00 am if it's all gone when you come down don't expect me to make anything else okay?" She chuckles and continues into another room, "Today is Sunday and dinner will be a Sunday roast. If you're a vegan or a vegetarian I won't cook you any quorn because I don't have any. You can leave at any point but doors lock at 11:00 pm so if you come back later than that you'll be locked out and I won't let you back in until 8:00 am. A room is currently being rented that's why we're so hectic. You okay love you look like you've been crying?" She said finally taking a breath, another tear rolled down my cheek but I ignored it and nodded, she smiles curiously.

"You don't talk much do you?" She asks

"Sorry, I am usually quite talkative, guess I'm just not in the right space of mind." Another tear trickles down my face, she smiles sadly at me.

I gaze around the house and see someone peering around the banister but they move away to quickly so I couldn't get a clear view of their face.

"Go on up lovely." She says gesturing to the stairs.

Once I'm half way up the first flight she shouts again,

"Before I forget! Each night is £20."

"Pound?" I question, I guessed this must be the new currency of money. I out turn my pockets but both are empty apart from a few pieces of old, washed paper. Another tear falls and I close my eyes in an attempt to stop it.

She smiles again with an image of despair and sympathy, "oh but of course I am forgetting my new rule." She say faking a self deprecating laugh. I stare at her with puzzlement.

"First nights are free." I smile great fully at her, "don't make me regret it..." she mumbles as she walks away.

I begin my long climb to the third floor, all the way I had a gut wrenching feeling I was being watched. I look up to the ticking machine on the wall as soon as I enter my room, small hand on 4, I thought back to my lessons on telling time with Merlin, that meant there was an hour until dinner.

For a whole hour I just sobbed into the sheets on my borrowed bed wondering if there would ever be a time I would be back in Merlin's sheets, in Merlin's arms, smiling. At this specific point in time I can't imagine it, Merlin hates me me, Merlin has a right to hate me, I gave the man I love a right to hate me, a reason to despise me.

All of a sudden a bell down stairs rang and my eyes snapped to the clock, small hand on 5:00, time for dinner. I wiped at my eyes furiously in hope to hide my previous crying. My eyes were still red and my face blotchy.

As I entered the dinning room my eyes fell onto the table, three people were sorted around it and the old lady was making her way over with a large serving plate.

"Take a seat dear." She said sweetly, my eyes fell back on the table and the people sitting at it, my heart stopped, I started to sweat profusely as my vision went blurry.

Sitting at the table with a messy mop of curly black hair was Mordred.

**Author's notes**

I may come back and edit this chapter and take it into Merlins POV but not sure yet... let me know if I should in the comments.

Also if you couldn't tell, I didn't know what to call this chapter 😂

Anyway...

See you in the next chapter...