A/N: This is supposed to be sort of like my one-shot, Alone, except it's about Arthur. Spread the love and review please!
Arthur hated this feeling. The loneliness, the responsibility, it was like a chain, weighing him down every second of the day, choking him until there was no room for him to breathe. Everyone expected him to be a hero, a perfect prince fit to be king one day. No one could sympathize with him, because no one understood. His title kept him in place, kept him from the things he most wanted. He wanted to marry Guinevere, to be best friends with Merlin. He wanted to relax and just have a good time, but he was too busy doing his duty or saving Camelot. Too busy pleasing everyone at every moment, protecting his stature, the family name, never able to escape his status. Life as a prince is not always as great as it seems. To Arthur, life as a prince sucks.