A.N./ This is...too long to be a drabble...too short to be a oneshot...I guess I'll call it a ficlet?
I don't own Merlin.
He stood in the doorway, his limbs sagging and his skin tired. His face was slipping, slipping, out of the careful mask he had pinned in place for the walk through the lower town.
The queen looked up from where she sat before the fire. When she saw him, her eyes instinctively searched for the figure that should have returned with him. The golden-haired king was not there.
A tear stalked down her cheek. "He's gone?" she asked, though she knew the answer already.
The warlock nodded heavily.
The queen held out her arms, a breath catching in her throat. "Come here."
He stumbled forward and she embraced him almost desperately. He began to sob as she clung to him.
"I could've saved him, Gwen, I could've saved him."
And Guinevere held the weeping warlock while her own silent tears ran unhindered down her cheeks.
Yes, I know, I'm evil. Review?