I knew that we weren't meant to be. I knew and I wanted him anyway. I knew and I loved him anyway.
I had been dreaming for years. Dreams so terrifying that just the spoken word made Gaius quiver at times. And yet, never before had I had a dream that haunted me. One that invaded my thoughts and imprinted itself onto my soul. Most of my dreams were about events soon to come. A death, blood, evil. This was not a dream of such sorts.
The sun shined brightly down upon Camelot as the people gathered around the castle. Arthur stood on the balcony, Uther's crown upon his head, saying "I do" to the woman holding his hands and staring into his eyes. Gwen. They both gazed into each others' eyes, smiling bright for the entire city to see. They were in love.
I awoke gasping for air, a tight pain in my chest. Tears were running down my face as I threw the covers off of my sweating body. Luckily, I hadn't woken up Gwen, the last person I wanted to see at the moment. Instead, I drew my knees to my chest, thanked God that no one had heard me, and tried to convince myself that the future was not set in stone.