Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin! I'm sorry for not updating for like forever, I've just started university and have consequently been rather busy with work and flatmates. I based this short fic on a dream I had recently and I just thought it would apply well to Arthur and Merlin. As always, read and please review if you like it. Enjoy!
All I wanted to do was scream in her face. I wanted to scream until my voice went, my eyes watered. I wanted to scream until my throat bled and my lungs collapsed from lack of oxygen. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I opened my mouth to scream obscenities that shouldn't even be in my vocabulary, but nothing left me throat. I couldn't make a sound, not even a whisper. And she knew it. The ever-present smirk on her face and the malicious victory in her eyes left me in no doubt that it was she who had this hold over me. Forgetting myself, I wanted to claw away at her face, more wild than refined now, but still with that same cold beauty. She had tried to take everything from me, my crown, my kingdom, my life and I'll be damned if she will take this away from me too. She turns away from me to inspect her new bounty and I take my opportunity. Except, my right hand won't move to my trusty sword Excalibur, in fact, it won't move at all. Incensed, I forget about my sword and lunge for her neck, ready to strangle her life away from her body. But my lunge takes me nowhere and I realise that I am trapped and at her mercy. She turns back to me and smiles, her smile that I remember from our childhood together and if I wasn't already, the sight would paralyze me. Then the smile twists, elements of gloating seeping through, as she takes the hand of the thing I could never live without and starts to slowly move away. I find that, although I am struck dumb and paralyzed, I can still cry and one lone tear travels down my cheek as I watch, helpless, while Morgana drags an unconscious and bleeding Merlin away from me and into the unknown.