Arthur was for the majority of the time, not honest with himself about the, lets say – important personal matters. He often lied to his own face, and built walls of fibs to save his trembling heart for a small while longer. He kept himself to himself, which, in turn, is somewhat respectful in some ways. But, in others, it shows you are hiding something, or some things.
So, as Arthur lay there, on his large bed in his green tailored room, staring up to the ceiling – he found it hard to lie to himself about someone, someone he had recently found out was unbelievably important and special to him.
He huffed, and glanced out of the large window on the other side of the room to his right. It was raining, again. He looked back up to the ceiling and sighed, with a small breathless chuckle emerging at the end.
"Typical… It would have to rain, wouldn't it?" He uttered a little bitterly.
A small frown fell upon him, and then a hand attempted to rub it away when he rubbed at his eyes. The sheer speed of his thinking was drowning out the sound of the pitter-patter of the rain on his window, but, not the tinkles and beats of faerie wings.
"Albion? What is troubling you…?" A sweet voice asked. Opening his clenched eyes, he saw a small feminine figure hovering a few inches above his face. The small woman was encased in a glow of red, with red rose petals acting as a dress around her dainty body. Her hair was as brown as the oak tree's bark, and her eyes as pink as the spring's blossom, and they were staring at her friend a little worriedly.
He lifted a hand, and held out a finger for his little fae friend to perch onto it – which she did, gladly.
"So, Albion? What troubles you today?" She asked again still worriedly. Peering down at him she folded her hands in her lap, and crossing her ankles as she stared down at him.
"Something I've neglected… Someone even…" He replied quietly.
"Someone?" She repeated; Arthur nodded. "Do forgive me for prying, but, who is this certain 'someone'?" She questioned.
"Cordelia… You never need to ask forgiveness from me, you are possibly my oldest friend… You have helped me through countless occasions," Arthur told her, with a small thankful on his face for a moment. It soon fell and he looked back up to the ceiling of his room, and he fell back into his thoughts.
"Who are they, Albion?" Cordelia asked again.
"Alfred…" He uttered, he then sighed and rolled over, curling into himself.
Cordelia let out a small yelp as her seat fell to the side, and she quickly flew up and avoided thudding into the blankets. As she brushed down her dress, she saw the face of longing on Arthur. Smiling slightly, she fluttered down to his bedside and daintily stepped across to look him in the eye.
"Ablion, could Alfred be conjuring love in your heart?" She asked sweetly. Arthur only scowled tiredly, and let out a small bark of laughter.
"Love - for t-that ignorant child? Pah! Whatever gave you that idea…?" He asked her, and then rolled back onto his back with a look of woe. Sighing, Cordelia took flight again, and peered over into his eyes.
"Albion, you are hurting yourself over that boy… what you just spoke was a severe lie, and you know it!" She told him, wagging a small accusing finger at him. "If you can't tell yourself that you love him, how will you tell him?"
"Tell him? Who said anything about telling him!" Arthur asked, blushing in response to Cordelia's accusation.
"You don't plan to wallow in unrequited love do you? You will not be able to live that way, Albion! Goodness gracious me, No!" She cried, floating down to stand on the tip of his nose.
"You, Albion, will need to accept these feelings and learn to live with them, and as soon as you have, you will need to tell him." She instructed, hands on her hips and mouth in a small pout.
"Cordelia… How can I love him…? He's brash, loud and obnoxious! We argue nearly every time we see each other – he gibes at me! Why and how could I love him?" Arthur argued.
"He was once your brother, yes?" Cordelia started, Arthur rolled his eyes and went to say something but Cordelia cut him off.
"But, your brother grew up… leaving you behind." Cordelia continued, carefully. "As the years have gone by, you have learnt – slowly might I add – to respect him, in your own way – even if you do fight, you are still allies – fighting side my side," Arthur laughed slightly at this and muttered something under his breath.
"But most importantly, you admire him…" Cordelia stated. At this, Arthur tensed slightly and glanced away from the faerie on his nose.
"He is now so wonderful, and so gleaming, you have become infatuated with him…and you can't stop yourself from falling deeper." Cordelia told him, quietly.
Arthur lay there, now relaxing again, and eyes hazy. Cordelia watched him, and jumped slightly when Arthur spoke next, a little hoarsely.
"What do I do, Cordelia…?" He looked back at her, and Cordelia could only say his expression was utterly helpless.
"The fae and I will help you, no doubts about that – but for now, get some rest, Albion. There is a meeting in the morning, is there not?" She asked, and Arthur groaned at the thought. Running a hand down his face, he let out a small yawn, and then nodded – sending Cordelia backwards off his nose, and back into flight.
"Goodnight then, Cordelia." He told her. Cordelia smiled at him as he looked up at her with tired green eyes. She fluttered down to kiss his forehead, and she uttered a 'Goodnight' back, before quickly leaving the room with only tinkles and faerie dust falling after her.
She, and her fae companions, had a lot of work to do to win Arthur his happiness.
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