A/N: OK, so I really should be getting to my longer stories with actual plots, but this one was just calling me, lol, it wouldn't leave me alone! So basically, this is just Arthur's feelings/thoughts after his father disinherits him... that was sad. Here's a tinny thing I have to do before we start, I would like to give a shout-out to RHHP Freak! you are an amazing friend, thanks for everything you've ever done! OK, one more thing! There is stuff that is italicized, that is in the past, stuff italicized and has little uh,,, apostrophes.. I think is what they're called, those are thoughts. And then the stuff that is italicized and in bold is like, you put more stress on that word. Just trying to make things clear for everyone! Enjoy, and don't forget to tell me what you think!
"You are to be disinherited, with immediate effect. You are no longer crowned prince of Camelot"
Like a blow to the chest. That's what it had felt like. A very hard blow with a mace, while Arthur stood unprotected, no armor on. How could his father do this? Why would his father do this?
Even after what his father had said, Arthur left the room calmly, he was not a child. But now, locked in his chambers alone, where no one could see, Arthur could act however he wanted.
He let out a strangled yell, knocking the tables occupants onto the stone floor. A plate shattered and Arthur stopped for a moment, 'yet another thing for Merlin to do.' He thought. But then he remembered, his witch of a step-mother had framed Merlin, saying he stole her precious seal. Merlin would never steal, Arthur knew, epically not Lady Catrina's seal! He may be stupid, but he wasn't that stupid! Not to mention Merlin wasn't a mean person, he couldn't hurt a fly let alone take something that didn't belong to him.
Arthur released a long sigh and trudged over to his bed, flopping down on his back. As much as he hated to admit it, he actually missed Merlin. The boy's clumsiness, his senseless babbling. He was always in a good mood, a stupid, goofy looking smile plastered on his face. Nothing ever seemed to bring him down. And when Arthur was with Merlin, he felt the same way.
Arthur knew he had done the right thing, disobeying his father and warning Merlin. He could only hope his servant was far away from Camelot where no harm could come to him.
"You've always taught me to be true to my heart and that's all I've ever tried to do. To be the man you wanted me to be. Someone, you were proud to call your son."
Who was he kidding? His father wasn't proud. Arthur could tell by the look in his eyes, the way he talked. Arthur was a disappointment.
"My decision is final."
Another blow to the chest. The same spot, with the same weapon, surely there was a gaping hole there by now!
He wouldn't hang on it though, if his father didn't want him, so be it. He was still Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot. 'No, not anymore.' Arthur reminded himself. Now he was just Arthur.
What did he care? 'Prince is just a title.'Arthur thought. He didn't need it. He didn't need an army to lead or servants to wait on him. He could be great without all of that.
Arthur let out another sigh, who was he kidding? Who was he without all of that? He was no one. He was lost.