This is set on the night of Guinevere's banishment. :P Arthur's POV. Merthur – BROmance. Could be interpreted as slash, but the way my story plays out it would be a bit odd, whatever suits you.

This is lightly based on the song '

From Where You Are'by Lifehouse A.K.A The best band ever! I suggest you listen to the song, it really is amazing. I know the full song doesn't really fit the situation, but the lyrics I've picked if you haven't heard the song before might fit a little better.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and if you like it you may want to check out my other story Friends at Heart, if you haven't already! :D Have fun reading.

Snowflakes fall dancing around me as they coated the ground in a thin blanket of white. Winter has shot to the heart of Camelot, but I don't feel the cold, my body is already frozen from the fact that my wife-to-be had betrayed me, kissing another man the day before our wedding. I stand on the steps that lead to the castle, I watch as the night claims Camelot and sigh as the cool wind whips at my tear stricken face.

So far away from where you are. I'm standing underneath the stars. And I wish you, were here…

I'd normally never let Camelot see me like this, but I'm not normal not now, it is as if my whole heart had gone with Gwen. I don't want to believe that she had kissed Lancelot, someone who I trusted someone I thought would lay down his life for Camelot and never betray me. Guinevere isn't much better, for so many years I have loved her, everything about her is perfect. I thought that she loved me too, the way she acted when I banished her was heart breaking. I felt the tears start to rush to my eyes again, but I tried my hardest to keep them done inside me. I look up the sky the stars hidden by a thin layer of cloud, but the moon still shone through setting everything on fire as its eerie silver glow surrounds me. I wonder if Gwen is thinking of me as she looks up at this same sky.

I don't know how I can still love her, but as much as she hurt me, as much as it pains me to admit she ripped my beating heart right from my chest and smashed in into a million pieces I still love her, and I wish she was here, I wished I could have her back.

I miss the years that were erased, I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face...

As I stand on the marble steps, as I close my eyes blocking out the tears, I begin to think about all the memories I wish I'd never shared, I wished I could take them from my mind like Gwen had taken my heart, take them and throw them away because I don't know what else to do, do I let her face eat at what remains of my soul, or do I take her memory and find a way to crush it, suddenly I start to think about all of our memories:

The first time I kissed her.

When I realised that what I felt for her was more than I had ever felt for anyone.

The moment I'd see her smile and for that second I felt no responsibly like I was a simple commoner and wasn't the prince of Camelot and then the king.

The sneaking around and every time in public acting as if what I wanted was nothing more than a favour from a servant.

The moment I had taken her on a romantic picnic and poured out my dreams and how I wished I could be a farmer and live a simple life without the burden of Camelot weighing me down.

When in front of my father relinquished my entitlement to the thrown to run away with her.

I miss all the little things. I never thought that they'd mean everything to me. Yeah, I miss you. And I wish you, were here.

As I stand on the steps I realised I couldn't throw that away, the memories the little things I missed so badly. My love can't be lit and blown out like a single candle, it burns if I want it to or not. It was so stupid of me to banish her.

I feel a hand rest on my shoulder; I open my eyes and glance at the man who is standing next to me, a look of worry on his face. "Merlin" I whisper, almost so quietly I couldn't hear it myself. I look back over the courtyard, the snow had seemed to become slightly thicker now I had opened my eyes.

"What are you doing out here, it's so cold." He says, taking the hand from my shoulder. I let out a sigh

"I don't feel the cold any more Merlin…" I murmur softly. As much as I yell at him and get angry at the slightest mistake he makes, Merlin truly is my only friend and I find it hard to open up with him because he does mean so much to me, but this once I think I need him here by my side.

"Arthur, you should come inside, before…" Merlin began but I cut him off before he can finish his sentence, not meaning to, it was just I wasn't really listening anyway.

"What do I do Merlin, how can I still love her after she broke my heart, I thought that banishing her would help…" I sigh looking at him, my tear stricken face met his. He had his signature worried expression and those eyes that seemed to have lived and seen things from a life time ago, when I'm with him as much as I try to fight it I feel safe and like I can pour out everything to him, sometimes I just feel like we have this connection that binds us closer than any friendship can.

"Love isn't something that can just go away when someone leaves, as much as Gwen hurt you sending her away wouldn't have solved the fact you are still madly in love with her, if you still love her what are you doing here, go and find her!" He says looking at me seriously.

"But…" I begin, if I brought back Guinevere than what would the people think and the knight and Agravaine, they would all think I am weak. Merlin cuts me off before I can list my doubts.

"No buts go and find her." He says pushing me forward. I smile for the first time that day and run down the stairs, as my feet touch the courtyard I turn around to see Merlin turning around a half smile on his lips, he was about to walk back up to the castle.

"Meer-lin?" I call out his name like I do when I am angry at him, and he immediately turns around. "Are you coming?" I ask.

"Only if you want me too." Merlin says smiling slightly.

"Did you just ask my permission, Merlin this is the only time I think I've ever wanted you to come with me, so hurry up." I know that's not true, but that doesn't mean Merlin does. "Plus I'm not saddling up a horse." I add with a grin, Merlin smiles and walks down the stairs and we walk side by side to go and find my dear Guinevere.

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