I wrote this for my school fan fiction thing, and I've only now remembered I had it.
So hopefully you'll like it, I've added some new characters.
Hope you like it please R&R , oh and please be nice.
Queen Igraine looked down at her hands as she sat in King Tor's dungeons her wrists were painful as the cuffs rubbed against them. King Uther her husband and her son Prince Arthur thought she was dead, which wasn't untrue she had been dead for 20 years!
She lent back against the cold, grey, stone dungeon wall and thought, right now she only had one friend and that was Prince Eeleor (Ee-ell-or), King Tor's nephew and heir to the throne of Ayrshire. It was to risky for him to get her out. All her other friends, knights or loyal subjects didn't know she was alive. There was only one other person who may know, her best friend Princess Rose, she was her husband's sister.
They were more alike then Rose knew and Igraine had to wait for the right time to act. Now she was ready, as soon as she was out of this dungeon. She looked back down at her wrists where one of the shackles was different to the other. The one on her left wrist was a normal shackle, but the one on her right wrist it was a jet black metal with a red jewel that seemed to shine. She turned her head away from it.
She hated this red jewel, as it shone she saw it more and more clearly. This red stone was the reason she couldn't get free, she couldn't escape. It used her own magic against her. Rage filled her and she let out a powerful scream of anger. Cracks appeared in the foot think wooden door, large bits of stone fell off the walls, a strong wind filled the room, but only for a second and the shackle on her left hand broke in two.
One of the guards put his head round the door and looked at the damage. Smiling to himself he closed the door again. She looked round her at the damage she had done like she only now saw it and smiled but only for a moment for she knew that the guard would tell the King and then he would know she was getting more powerful. She hoped he would feel the fear so many others had felt at her hand. One day she knew he would beg her for mercy.
She closed her eyes and rested her head against that cold hard stone wall and felt herself slip into sleep. She was woken again by the dungeon door being opened and she suddenly realised how dark it had become. It was the usual guard who brought her her food. It was always a guard never a servant for two reasons, one was that only a few guards and the King and his son knew she was alive and who she was. The second reason was that she was just too dangerous to have a servant bring her her food.
She stared down at it, it looked revolting. She looked at the guard, he was sneering, as he turned to go, one finger moved and her eyes flashed. He was thrown to the straw and sack coved floor. He gave a groan of pain which satisfied her then she turned back to the food and wondered if she could make this anymore appetising.
She gently laid herself down feeling sleep wash over her. Then a flash of pain filled her body it was one of the last things she remembered before she'd died. Then the pain was gone but it was clear in her mind and again the pain came and went. She desperately tried to think of something else, knowing that if she did the pain would stop, but she couldn't. She saw Uther's face and she wanted to cry but she wouldn't, she couldn't. He was the only thing, the only person who made her cry and when she was so far away from him she just felt like crying and wished she could once again be in his strong arms.
When she woke in the morning after having a very restless nights sleep she felt awful. The pains had finally stopped at about midnight but she still hadn't been able to get much sleep because of the flashes of memories and the emotions that came with them.
She sat back up and looked over at the door hatred in her eye. She was waiting, a moment later King Tor himself was standing in the doorway. Head up, nose in the air and chin held high. His clothing was grand. He was a middle aged man and not very tall, he was going slightly bald in some areas and he was growing greyer everyday. He couldn't look her in the eye, she was much too powerful for him and they both knew it.
"I hear she is getting more powerful, is this true?" he said in his grand voice that suited his look. The guard with him nodded and Igraine lost interest. Oh how she hated this place, she wondered how long she would wait before she burnt this place to the ground. The time was getting shorter everyday, but first she would need to see Uther. She wondered what Arthur looked like. He would be around 20, if only she knew what the date was she could work out how old he was. Would he be blonde or brown? She looked down at her own blonde hair. How would he take having his mother back? It had been so long and he didn't even know her, she didn't even know how Uther would take it.
She thought back to when she had died, when she had given birth to Arthur a tear slid down her check as she remembered that she hadn't even had the chance to hold him. She brushed the tear away she couldn't let them see it. She was strong.
She sat on that rough floor and barely moved all day. Finally Prince Eeleor came as she knew he would. He sat down beside her and was silent for a while, then he seemed to think it was safe to talk he turned to her and whispered "I will get you out I promise, for I can barely stand it much longer." She looked at him confused. "I have a group of about six guards around me wherever I go. I had to pay the guards to stay outside and trust me it wasn't cheap." Igraine grinned as he finished. "I will get you out I just don't know when." She nodded not wanting to speak .They watch the door for a while then he got up and went to the door knocked on it for them to let him out and then turned back to her "Soon" was his only word!
She began to wonder how long it would take. A few days? A week maybe? This was stupid there was no way he was going to get her out.
She looked round her dungeon and her eyes fell on the little window high up in the wall to her right. She had never been able to see out of it, only now she had her left cuff off. She looked down at the two pieces of the broken cuff. It was worth a try, standing up she realised how stiff she was. Walking slowly she made her way to the small window. She was very near to the window now and she felt the chain pulling. If she could jus get a bit closer. There done it. Standing on tip-top she could almost see, but not quite. She cursed not caring if anyone heard her. She took a deep breath and regained her Queenly composure.