𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 ━━ brainrot

𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘚 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔, 𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘚 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘐

In the first draft of this story, I had planned to kill Aurora off for a long while. The idea came to me before I even finished writing for season one, but I could never decide how I was going to go about it. Initially I had childbirth as the cause of death, but that was too expected as I made that being Arthur's biggest fear so prevalent in the story. Clarissa was an option, but screw her. Natural causes was another, but no one dies of natural causes in this show. Unrealistic af. I went through different scenarios and eventually settled on a revenge killing on Mordred's part, even though it's not discussed here.

Anyone who has watched the show knows his girlfriend is executed as a result of an assassination attempt on Arthur, and that leaves Mordred furious. He rushes to Morgana's side of the war, turning against Arthur so quickly, and I thought that heated betrayal and fury could be fun to toy with. So, for context, Mordred slips an enchanted poultice beneath Aurora's pillow before he leaves the castle after escaping from the cells. Arthur took his love, now he's taking Arthur's. An eye for an eye, just as the show started. The whole chapter would've included more, such as the discovery of the poultice, but I kept it down to her death and Arthur's specifically (maybe the rest will come later if I'm ever in this angsty a mood again). This would've been a lot longer and A LOT better if I had the previous chapters to build off of, but this, more or less, is the watered down version of how Aurora would've died. All I knew is I didn't want Arthur to have the chance to say goodbye. ^-^

So, here's Aurora's death and I enjoyed every minute of it. This scenario WON'T happen in the rewrite.

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌, 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈, amid a forest of thorns !

𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 ascended the heart of Camelot after the unfortunate downfall of Sir Mordred, who was once revered as the greatest knight of all to many nestled in the city he once protected. They'd come to know the kind eyes of aqua and the compassionate heart beating within, and to know that such a dear friend had so quickly turned to foe, left the land both broken-hearted and fearful of what the future brought. Sir Mordred was not only a traitor to the crown, to the people, but one that escaped from his prison cell with the power of a dark sorcery that lingered in the atmosphere even still. It was something that could not be seen, but felt with the weight of a thousand ages, and it only seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.