Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Morgana/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash (obviously), depression
Summary: In which Arthur goes to find a wife and finds Merlin instead.
Note: Ok, so this is a long shot. I've had this idea in my head for quiet some time and it's more or less laid out. I just don't have enough time to write -.- But when this semester is done (in a week) I'll hopefully be able to posting a chapter each week =)
„What am I even doing here?" Arthur wondered for the umpteenth time in the last hour. People around him were bustling around, preparing for "The Final Choice" or however everyone was calling it. A make-up-girl powdered his nose for the third time in a row while some guy from the dresses-department put in some more safety pins to ensure the suit he was wearing fit perfectly. The spotlights focused on him made him sweat like a crazy and just added to his foul mood. The make-up-girl came around again telling him to "stop sweating so much, you'll ruin your make-up". She was easy to say that, being able to get out of the burning lights and not being constantly told to do this, not to do that, to say this and not to say that. Arthur was done with it. He just wanted all of this to be over.
"Ten Minutes left, where are the flowers? Didn't I tell you to put flowers in that corner? Somebody get me those damn flowers!" the director shouted at no one in particular. Ten minutes until Arthur had to make a choice in front of the whole country. (Well, maybe not the whole country, but from what he had heard, "The Royal Bachelor" was the highest rating show right now.)
Ten minutes until he would break someone's heart. Someone he loved more than anything in the world. Someone he would never hurt if he had a choice. But he didn't have a choice. Someone else had made the choice for him. Someone he didn't even know. In a little bit more than ten minutes all eyes would be on him and everyone would wait for "his" choice: Guinevere or Mithian.