...So I decided to upload an old story I wrote ages ago...
[written after watching 'The Secret Sharer' the 2nd time. Takes place right after it.]
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Someday you will know how much everyone has done for you.
Arthur thought about those words, disturbed. What could they mean? Part of him knew… things happened around him. It wasn't all about him—but, it was the king he would someday be. Sometimes he felt the feeling of people watching him, invisible hands guiding him, battling around him, for a piece of a future they knew better than he. Sometimes, he could almost feel the hopes resting on him, hopes he didn't understand, something he barely dared, in the darkest hours of the night, to call destiny…
He was not merely the king of Camelot. He was not merely Uther's son. He would have to be blind not to notice…things.
But, that was impossible. To notice what went on around him would be to notice that which he was not meant to know, to acknowledge that which he feared to say. So he didn't. Agravaine was trustworthy, because… he was someone who knew what he was doing (like Uther) … someone he could deal with (who could tell him when he would do wrong) … and what about Merlin? Merlin was … a prat.
And his friend. Merlin was different.
Yes, of course he had noticed. You would have to be blind not to. It was not all in his mind that everyone seemed to know something he didn't—even his most trusted—but he was the king. Why was it him who felt so left out?
What was the secret?
He was the king. Why, then, did he feel so inadequate? Was it the way of things that he should feel so alone?
Someday you will know how much everyone has done for you.
What had they done for him? Everything.
Who had done this for him? Everyone.
Why had they done such things? (He didn't know)
He could only hope to deserve it. And yet… Why?
What was the secret? When would he finally be let in?
… And… Did he even want to be? …
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