*PoV Arthur*
I have long days as the prince of Camelot. I have to train, take care of the people, train, take care of the hounds, train, eat, train, look over boring documents, train, and train some more. Did I mention train? My father is always breathing down my throat and looking over my shoulder, and to be quite honest, it gets very annoying.
I'm to be married to Lady Guinevere from some far off place, and she is lovely, really, she is, but she's just not my type. She's… not him.
When I fall asleep, I go to a grove in the center of a forest, with trees that bare the oddest fruit. Ones that curl like spirals, square ones, ones of every colour and shape. In the garden, I met a wonderful young man, going by the name of Merlin, whose hair is as black as night, whose skin is paler than snow. His blue eyes occasionally glow yellow, and nature seems to bend to his will. Of course, they're just dreams, but I've fallen in love with this dream boy. I love spending the long nights with him, telling him about my problems, listening to his problems, eating the strange fruits. After many nights of speaking with him, I got a kiss. His lips were soft, so soft, and he felt right. His smile could make a man – well, at least me – weak at the knees.
I write down every dream that I have with him. Every night, these dreams happen, and he sometimes tells me what's going to happen the next day. This was my favourite:
I was sitting in the garden, waiting for him to come, when I heard a rustling in the three above me. I looked up, and there he was. His blue eyes were large, and he had a smile on his face.
"Hello, down there," he said.
"Hello, Merlin," I said. "What are you doing?"
"Escaping."
"From what?"
"Monkeys!" He leapt at me, his arms wrapping around my neck. We tumbled, laughing, to the ground.
"Why are you escaping from monkeys?"
"Because they want my fruit. It's my garden, they can't have any."
I nodded. We spent the night kissing and eating the fruit, talking and laughing.
It was horrible when I woke up to screaming.