This is a drabble series I've created to deal with A Level exam stress. For every 45 mins I revise, I reward myself with 10-15 mins of writing fanfic, using a random word generator as my inspiration.
I don't know. Whenever I need to concentrate really hard, my imagination always goes wild and I have several plot bunnies stuck in my head. This is a way of ensuring I actually get some work done.
SO beware! This is unedited and was written more for myself rather than for others to enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. BBC does.
Word: Neglect
Arthur stalked through the castle corridors. With each heavy step, his desire to murder a certain knight became more and more tempting – a drunkard knight who prioritised the tavern over training.
The King unknowingly snarled. As most people would know, he took his "knightly responsibilities" very seriously. And he goddamn fulfils them.
Training the other knights being one such responsibility, which included their ability and punctuality. So when Sir Gwaine had the audacity to skip training earlier today, the young king took it very seriously.
"Where the hell is he?" He bellowed at a young knight who have him the news that Gwaine was nowhere in the armoury. How dare he neglect his duties as a knight?
Occupied with his murderous thoughts, Arthur barely registered that he had arrived in the corridor next to the courtyard. His eyebrows furrowed – he suddenly realised he had no idea where the tavern was. As royalty, spending time in a common tavern was highly frowned up. Arthur, being the obedient son he was, obeyed his father and followed the customs religiously. Although he has long since disregarded traditions as a moral rule to live by, some old habits are hard to die. Going to the tavern being an example.
"Hey, calm down, it's okay."
Arthur slowly turned his head, to the direction of the voice. It seemed to be coming from the far end of the corridor.
Seconds later, he heard muffled crying. It was high pitched and sounded young, perhaps to a child of no more than ten. This was followed by hushed reassurances and further sniffling. As he stood on the stairs overlooking the courtyard, Arthur tried to make sense of the incoherent voices.
" – they'll execute me D-daddy. H-he's dead."."
" – onsense. You're a child. Now hush." Arthur was sure that that was Gwaine's voice. "It's gonna be okay. I'm going to take care of you."
Perhaps Gwaine hadn't skipped training to laze around in the tavern.
Arthur stalked through the castle corridors. He was still angry with Gwaine for missing practice, but with each step, his desire to murder a certain knight became less and less tempting.