Merlin- Bleeding Hearts

The Journey

[⚠️Warning. So... There's Merthur, Merwaine AND Merdred in this story, but it will most likely end with Merthur!!! ⚠
️You've been warned! I looked at the votes, the people have decided!! It was a pretty close call, but the journey has won! I will throw in a few nightmare flashes and other stuff, but the next few chapters will be for the journey!!! 😄⚠️]

Arthur POV:
Arthur, the king of camelot and the Knights of the round table climbed onto their horses hastily, millions of thoughts rushing and ruining the rational parts of their minds.

'What is Merlin dies while we're gone..
What if we can't find the flower?!
What if..
what if we find the flower, but we don't get back in time..'
Arthur shook my head, physically shaking those thoughts from my mind.

We'll find the flower and we'll save Merlin.
Everyone rode in silence, for their minds were littered with the thoughts of Merlin. The image of the brunette unconscious on the bed, covered in more bandages than visible skin, the images of Merlin fighting scarred into their subconsciouses. Arthur knew about Gwaine and Mordreds feelings towards Merlin, and despite everything.. he still felt a jealous burn in his stomach and heart. He couldn't exactly describe it. It felt like his heart was being strangled within a inch of the muscles life and his stomach felt like it was being clenched, released and relaxed, then crushed again.
Arthur physically shook away the feeling, ignoring the look he got from both Gwaine and Mordred.

Arthur looked forward and realized that they were in the middle of the forest, the forest that outlines the kingdoms grounds. It was getting darker and darker, no later than 3 in the afternoon, the blonde sighed and looked to his knights. It was obvious that they weren't tired, but give or take a few hours, they'd be out of it, considering how stressful today had been. A quick flash back of the leathered whip tearing into merlins flesh, the blood that has probably stained the throne room floor as a permanent reminder that there was more to people than met the eye, more danger in the world and it showed just how important Merlin was, considering the teeny tiny fact that more people wanted to kill the brunette servant more than they wanted to kill the king of camelot. Which said a lot. A lot.

The group rode on for another 2 hours, not a word was spoken between any of them, though it was obvious that Arthur, Morded and Gwaine would have to talk. All the knights cared for Merlin, very deeply, even though Mordred, Arthur and Gwaine were the only ones that showed actual affection towards the servant. Percival and Leon's feelings for Merlin were brotherly and protective, tight knit like a pack of brothers, while Mordred, Arthur and Gwaines feelings went much deeper than that. Much deeper. They all loved Merlin, all of the knights did, it was Merlin. It was impossible not to love him, that is, unless you were one of the many people trying to kill him.

Arthur sighed and stuck up his arm, signaling for the group to stop. Everyone stopped, then Arthur called out,

"Everyone stop. Stop." Gwaine snapped his head up so violently, Arthur was surprised that he didn't get whiplash and fall from his horse. The curly haired brunette looked at Arthur and hissed, rather viscously,

"What?! We're stopping?! NO! We need to keep going, we need to get that flower, WE NEED TO SAVE MERLIN!" Gwaine obviously didn't care that he'd just screamed at his king, he was furious.

He wanted to save Merlin.

Arthur nodded weakly and sighed, then looked around and said,

"Alright.. alright. We'll continue riding for another hour or so, and then we're setting up camp. No further arguments, no negotiations." All the Knights nodded and continued on, the ride continuing to be silent.

Sorry for the delay guys! So so so very sorry. Sorry for the short update, so sorry. I promise and swear on my tumblr account that I will try updating more often, thanks for the support!