Victory was theirs. There was no doubt about it. The foreign King was dead on the floor. Around them enemy guards surrendered, dropping their weapons and ceasing to fight.
Three days. That was how long it had taken for Arthur to reclaim his throne. To take back his kingdom. He felt the rush he had felt when he'd ended Morgana's reign of terror. That too had been a joyous occasion. He walked down the halls with the same briskness he had that day. Though this time, they had to arrest all the guards and knights that didn't belong, when before there had been nothing left.
But this time there was a worrying doubt in his head. Merlin had been in the castle when the siege had taken place. Though he had not heard news of his death, lists were still being drawn. And even if he had not died during the siege, he had no idea whether the dead King had kept him alive. After all, he was the King's manservant.
So he and the Knights who had been there for him during Morgana's reign now searched for the clumsy servant.
Arthur led them to the dungeons first, hoping they had simply left him there. He reached the bottom of the stairs where he was met with a horrifying sight.
Dead soldiers lay crumpled and bloody on the stone floor. Eyes wide open with shock, terrified expressions on their faces. They covered every inch. And in the middle of them all, sitting cross legged with his back to them was Merlin.
A clang resounded as a sword struck metal and Merlin turned his head. Blood splattered his face. He grinned at them and stood up, blood covering his bare feet and his trousers. But what shocked Arthur most of all was his eyes.
His bright, golden eyes.
There will only be a few chapters to this. Not very long at all. This scene just popped into my head and I had to post it. review?