Hey guys! New two-shot! This is another Fem!Merlyn/Arthur fic :)
This two-shot is inspired by Christina Perri's song 'The Words' its an amazing song if you wanna listen to it :)
So this will include some lyrics from the song, these will be in italics. Some parts of the song has changed places to fit the fic :)
Also this will all be In Arthurs POV but if you guys want I can Write a bit of Merlyn's nxt chap (Comment if yes).

Arthur's king, Morgana's good, Gwen's with Lance (who is not dead).
Features Gwaine's 'evil old toad' of a sister XD

DISCLAIMER: IDOM :( OR THE CHRISTINA PERRI SONG.

Arthur POV:

'All of the lights land on you
The rest of the world fades from view'

As she walked into the room it was as if nothing else existed.
The light of the moon cascaded through the great hall's window's, making her porcelain skin glow.
As I looked at her the only thing my brain thought was how right Gwen was when she said purple was Merlyn's colour, for she looked like a goddess and I was surely gaping at the sight of her.
Her purple dress, I had the best seamstress in the land make for her birthday, was long and dipped in the front, the material griping to her body showing every one of her curves and as if bees to honey my eyes were glued to her beauty.
How a woman could be so gorgeous I do not know, but the elven beauty who walked towards me, cheeks blushing as all eyes turned to her, was what I had always thought perfection would look like.
My eyes travelled up and down her body as if she was a map and I was desperately trying to memorise each feature, desperately trying not to get lost.
My lighter blue eyes meet her deep blue eyes, the vibrant purple of her dress making her eyes more dazzling.
I was ruined for any other woman, for none compared to her.
Darkness surrounded me and she was the only light source, for without her I surely would have sunken into the same depression as my Farther did, all of the betrayal around me and she the one constant thing.
My light in the dark.
My saviour.
My soulmate.

'And all of the love I see
Please, please say you feel it too'

"King Arthur" I hear her angelic voice sound through my thoughts and my eyes instantly fell on her.
She stood in front of me now, her neck bare to my eyes, craned upwards to meet my eyes, her shorter body finding it hard to do so.
"Lady Merlyn" I reply taking her small pale hand into my larger ones, leaning down to kiss it gently.
I swear I felt her slender body shiver at the touch and I had to hold myself back, my arms aching to be around her body to make her mine as my heart craved.
"May I have the honour for this dance?" I ask, feeling myself melt as I looked deep into her eyes, as if they were the ocean, dark and oh so blue and I was drowning helplessly into them.
"I cannot refuse the King of Prat's, now can I?" She says a smirk crossing her face making me only fall harder for her.
"Idiot, just take my arm" I reply, my lips spreading into a smile as her eyes crinkle in the corners, her smile widening in joyous youth, and I gasp choking on my breath as she laughs. The sound was graceful and light a sound I could get used to hearing more and so I decided then and there I would make it my personal mission to hear the sound again, to hear it every day of my life.
"Whatever you say, dollop head" She replies as she weaves her dainty arm into my muscular arms.
And just as if she was made for me we fit together like two parts of a jigsaw.
Two sides of the same coin.

'And all of the noise I hear inside
Restless and loud, unspoken and wild'

I move, striding with such confidence as she stood at my side, weaving through the already dancing noble couples until I found a free space.
Stilling my movements, I moved her body so it was in front of me, her body inches away from mine as the music slows.
The melodic sound of the piano echoed through the hall as I place my hands cautiously on her hips, seeing no protest in her eyes, I let out a breath of relief tightening my hold on her waist bringing her closer, staring into her eyes waiting for her next move.
I didn't know I was holding my breath until it came rushing out as she placed her arms around my neck, her eyes burning into my soul as I stare into her alluring face.
My body started to sway back and forth on it own accord, my heart soaring as she places her head on my shoulder, her hips swaying under my hands.
For once, it was she who leaned on me, seeking out my support as I held her body up.
My heart was beating so fast, the nearness of her body making it work overdrive and I hoped to dear god she could not feel it thump against my chest.
She fit into my arms so perfectly and I never wanted to let go.
Not when I held her so close like I always had craved.
Not when her magic enveloped me in comfort and safety.
No, she was mine. I wanted her so desperately to be mine.
To wake up every morn to her, to be able to hold her tight whenever I wanted, see the Queens crown rest on her raven hair, for I wanted no one else as my queen.
To see her stomach swell in child, for she would be the only woman I could see baring my children.
I felt my body wrap its arms tighter around her waist in an impulse, as my brain decided tonight I would tell her of the love I felt for her.

'And all that you need to say
To make it all go away'

I feel her respond to my touch as she moves her hands downwards, until they rested below my shoulder.
It was as if she was hugging me closer to her and I loved the sensation of feeling so needed as she trusted me to keep her steady as she leant completely on me.
She was light and it took almost no effort to keep her upwards.
I open my eyes never knowing when they had slipped closed, my eyes meeting her orbs as she stared up into my face.
Her eyes twinkled in the candlelight which lit the room, her eyes shining with trust and something else I couldn't quite make out.
I let us sway for a few minutes more marvelling at the closeness of our bodies before I grabbed her right arm, entwining our fingers together as I led her silently out of the great hall.
I walked towards the newly made up tower which had fallen in disarray through the years.
It once, a good 20 years ago, stood tall and proud but over the long years parts of the wall had crumbled off, the roof tiles falling off one by one and vines grew covering the grey walls.
No citizen of Camelot, noble or not was allowed in this part of the castle for it contained all things magical, and after the purge it was abandoned.
A shadow of former glory and as my Farther hunted down its occupants, one being Merlyn's farther...
How ironic.
It was the day after Merlyn told me of her magic I had decided magic couldn't be evil (well some magic) and I made Merlyn my Court Sorceress.
It was that day, the tower had started to be made up, a place for Merlyn to learn magic and hide away from the world, for I knew life as the most powerful person on the Earth took its toll on the woman I loved.
And now that the tower was back to its former glory I wanted to show her, to bring her back to the place her Farther once lived.
"Arthur, Where are we going?" Her voice sounds and I smile gently at her.
"It's a surprise" Was my only reply as we walk further onwards.
I halt sharply before arriving at the door which led to the room which once belong to Balinor.
"Arth-" She started as I turn her around opening the large wooden door before moving my body behind her, covering her eyes with my hands.
"Its a surprise Merls. No peeping" I instruct as I turn her once more facing the now open door and leaning forwards hinting for her to walk forwards.
We took a few steps forwards before I remembered the ten steps or so which led into the large room.
"Close your eyes" I mumbled feeling her eye lashes tickle my palms indicating she had followed my command.
She lets out a adorable squeak as I lifted her into my arms bridal style and a smile made its way across my face as she wraps her arms around my neck.
I walk up the steps unaffected by her slight weight in my arms as I enter the large room, feeing almost as if I was carrying my bride into her new chambers.
I shook the thought away as I let down her legs slowly making sure she knew I was letting her down before I did so.
Even with me lowering her slowly and carefully to the floor she still staggered on her feet, tumbling into my chest her eyes still crumpled shut.
I instantly react my hands balancing her at the hips as she regains her grace, which was not much, she still was clumsy as ever.
"Arthuuuurrr can I open my eyes now" She begs, drawing my name out in the way she knew I couldn't say no.
"Fine" I comply watching intently as her blue eyes flutter open, her blue eyes still taking my breath away.
She was truly the most beautiful creature I had laid eyes upon.
"Arthur..Wha..." She trails away as she looks around her eyes going wide.
"This tower used to belong to magic users. This room was last used by your Farther, Its yours now" I say watching her face closely.
"Oh..Arthur..I..I don't know what to say.." She whispers her voice cracking as she takes in the room, her eyes watering.
"Thank you?" I joke, trying not to make her cry.
"I..I.." Was all she said and before I knew what to say back she had jumped into my arms.
I have no idea how she managed it in a dress, but I felt her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck, and I stagger backwards slamming into the wall behind me as my arms wrapped around her instinctively.
Once I had regained my balance I hear her crying into my neck, her tears falling onto my skin.
"Oh Merlyn...I didn't mean for you to cry..I thought you would like it" I say tightening my grip on her as her head snaps up.
"I do like it, Arthur. I love it! It's just the thought of Farther, I miss him" She whispers her words making my heart break.
"I know you do. Even though he was wrong about magic and was not the most caring Farther in the world, I miss mine too" I reply letting down her legs as I felt her move them.
"Thank you" She whisper's her face still buried in my neck, her hot breath against my neck making me shiver.
"Your Welcome" I stutter as she wraps herself tighter around me, her long raven hair tickling my nose.
I lean my head on hers, closing my eyes as I revel in our closeness, the scent of her trailing up my nose and I held her tighter still, cherishing, remembering everything about her.
The feel of her body against mine, Her feminine smell, her small hands gripping the back of my shirt like her life depended on it.
Everything.
"Arthur?" I hear her whisper and I look down to meet her eyes.
"Yes?" I answer.
"I can't thank you enough. Not just for this" She says motioning her hand around the room before carrying on "But for all you've done for me. For accepting me for who I am, magic and all" She says her eyes full of gratitude and again that something I still couldn't put my finger on.

'Is that you feel the same way too'

As she looked upwards, her eyes once more staring into my soul, I felt the need to bend down and touch my lips on hers.
And just as the thought crossed my mind my body complied, leaning down to her level.
Our lips where inches away from each other and I could feel her warm breath against my skin as we shore oxygen.
I move forwards just a centimetre, testing if she would move away, but to my surprise she stayed.
It was then my body couldn't take it any longer and my lips collided with her soft ones.
My heart melts and skips with joy at the same time, the sensation of my lips on hers finally making me feel so alive, as if a spark had been ignited between us which soon grew into a fire as she leans into the kiss.
"Arthur!" A voice broke through the haze I was in, like someone was throwing bucket and buckets of ice cold water onto the newly lit fire.
"Arthur! Art-Oh.." The voice trails off and I look up to find Gwaine and Percival stood open mouthed as they gawk in stunned silence at Merlyn and I.
"Urmm...I..Uh" Gwaine starts stuttering and I had to hold back a snigger at his disbelief.
After all I did tell him I thought of Merlyn as nothing but a friend a sister at best. I obviously lied.
"What is it Gwaine?" I ask trying not to concentrate on the fact Merlyn had hidden her reddening cheeks into my neck.
"I..what..um" Was my answer before Percival smacked Gwaine around the head brining the poor man out of his stutter.
"Oh yes.. King James of York has required your audience immediately"
"On what cause?" I question.
"Marriage" Gwaine answers, making me choke on oxygen.
"Wh..What!?" I stutter.
"Marriage, Arthur. You know when two peopl-" He starts a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"I know what marriage is you idiot! There's just one problem with this marriage!" I near shout
"And what is that?" He answers and I almost let go of Merlyn just to go hit the idiot across the head, but that would have required letting go of Merlyn so I didn't move an inch.
"Oh I don't know..maybe the face that I am a man!" I exclaim hearing Merlyn snuffle a giggle into my neck.
"Ahhh...Indeed..urm.. He does not wish to wed you, but the person who has the most influence on you" Gwaine answers almost as cryptically as the darn dragon who speaks to Merlyn.
'The most influential person...' I think 'But that's Merl-'
"Merlyn!?" I shout, the realisation hitting me "He wants to marry Merlin!?"
"Yes, he wishes to ally with Camelot and sees Merlyn as the perfect suitor for himself"
"No. He will not have her" I growl possessively hands tightening on the said woman's hips.
"He wants Merlyn as his wife or he will bring war to Camelot" Percival growls, the brotherly need to protect Merlyn surely kicking in.
"War?" I hear Merlyn whisper, her emotions flashing through her eyes, gone was the giggling from earlier.
"Merlyn dont even think abo-" I start, being cut off by the woman I loved.
"I'll do it. If it means Camelot does not go to war, I will marry him" She confirms my fears.
She was a selfless woman, one of features I usually loved on her, but now I despised it.
She would give anything to protect Camelot, but I could not let her do this. Not when I wanted her as my own Queen not some other countries. She was mine. I knew it was selfish but I needed her by my side.
"If it means you and the Knights don't go to war I will do anything" She adds.
"No, Merlyn I will not have you marry someone you barely know, who surely is only marrying you for your position and power" I answer trying to persuade her from the though of marrying another.
"I know, But I must. I can take care of myself." She whispers her voice quivering in wavering strength.
She didn't want to marry the man but she would do so for Camelot. For destiny.
For me.

'And I know,
The scariest part is letting go'

She strides so confidently towards were King James awaited her arrival her pale face void of any expressions.
I couldn't take it any longer and I rushed forwards, grabbing on to her upper arm making her turn towards me.
"Please Merlyn we can take him and his army down in hours, Our forces are much more powerful" I plead, ready to get on my knees and beg her not to go forth.
Not to leave me.
"May that be true, the war will only bring more death to this land, have we not spilt too much blood already? Must we spill the blood of so many good men? What if you go off to war and do not come back? Will you so willingly leave your Kingdom King less? I will not take such a chance of going into a stupid war at the price of your death, not when it can be so easily avoided" She says tear collecting in her gorgeous eyes.
"Please don't do it Merlyn, Don't marry him. Don't leave me" I whisper tears of my own collecting him my eyes.
"Arthur, Please do not make this harder. I do not wish to marry him, I wish to marry another, marry for the love I feel for him. But I must marry King James, I will not risk loosing you completely" She answers a lone tear rolling down her cheek and I wanted so much to brush it away.

'Cause love is a ghost you can't control'

And with that she tug her arm gently from my grasp, wiping the tear away before striding towards the door.
I rush after her as she opens the wooden door, the oak slamming against the wall with a loud bang.
If she was going to do this, I would make sure she had my support.
I take her arm, leading her into the room, her hands quivering against my biceps.
She was scared of marrying King James, just as I was scared of loosing her.
We walk further into the room her hand's gripping my arm tighter as if seeking my comfort and I place my hand over hers.
"Ah, my betrothed, your beauty lives up to the stories I have heard" A deep voice sounds through the council room.
My eyes fly towards it, landing on a man who must have been King James.
He looked the same age as I, maybe a couple of years older.
He was just taller than I but was built slimmer.
He had dark brown hair with hazel eyes and a strong jaw line.
I turn to Merlyn wanting to see her reaction to the fairly handsome man.
Her eyes were cold, her lips drawn into a thin line and her free hand was clenched into a fist while the other gripped my arm so tightly I was pretty sure my arm would fall off.
I knew that face, it was Merlyn's face of anger and god help King James for he was going to need it.
1,2,3. I counted silently and just as I thought she expounded words being spat out harshly from her usually smiling lips.
"I am not your betrothed until I say so! I have not taken kindly to your terms King James! If I had the choice I would never consider marrying a selfish man like you! But you have given me no choice in the matter." She shouts her voice clear and confident unlike it was minutes before.
"Lady Merlyn that is no way to speak to you future husband!" He snaps back as Merlyns hands tighten even further against my arm making me wince a bit at the pain.
Oh dear, wrong choice buddy I thought feeling Merlyns magic buzz against her skin.
"I will speak to you as I wish! I will not bow down to the likes of you! So you better get used to it! For I will never be the perfect wife you were hoping for." She growls, the sound making me fill with pride.
"You will do as I say!" He snarls.
"Oh no. Now you have done it. Why could you not have shut your mouth?" I hear Morgana mutter and I smiled at her words.
"Now look here! You may be a King but I am Emrys! I can swipe your pitiful life off this earth with only a hand gesture I would not test me if I was you!" She screamed her eyes flashing gold in anger and the windows all smashed around us. None of the little shards hitting any of us but the evidence of how easily Merlyn could kill King James had been showed.
The last time she was this angry was in the battle of Camelann when Morgause sunk her sword into my stomach and Merlyn thought me dead.
King James stood pale and mouth gaping in shock, the complete opposite to my reaction as I saw Merlyn rid the world of Morgause in a second flat. (Don't listen to Leon because I did not faint like a girl..pfft)
"Now that I have made that clear, I am willing to marry you on the conditions of, one you leave Camelot alone, two I am allowed to visit here when ever I want, third I will use my magic any time I want, fourthly I am allowed to bring Aithusa with me and lastly you will not touch me in any way." She says her voice authoritative.
"I agree with those terms" Was all he managed to say.

'I know that we're both afraid
We both made the same mistakes'

It was at that moment, as the words came from his mouth I realised.
She wouldn't be mine.
I was too late, I couldn't have the one thing I wanted more than even my Kingdom.
I had been too scared to tell her, too afraid of being rejected to tell her.
And now she was too marry another.
Another mistake, which trumps all, I had to add to my list.
For I had let the one thing I loved with all my heart slip through my fingers.
I was so deeply in love with Merlyn but I was too late to tell her and the thought hurt more than any wound suffered on the battle field for I was bleeding slowly out from the inside, my heart cracking as it leaked of pain.

'An open heart is an open wound to you
And in the wind of a heavy choice'

No cure would save me now.
Not when the choice she made was making me bleed so heavily in agony.
Her choice was one to save me but the thing she didn't know was she was killing me slowly as I would have to watch her marry a man who was not me.
She was trying to avoid putting me in pain of war but yet it felt like I was in a battle.
A battle of hearts as I so desperately wanted her to marry me but it could never be, not now.
Not ever.
She was not mine to love.

'Love has a quiet voice
Still your mind, now I'm yours to choose'

I felt almost ashamed of myself, King Arthur the mightiest warrior of the realm, King of Camelot too scared to admit to the one woman I would ever love of my feelings.
I had fallen for her the first time we had met but it took me nearly dying in the battle of Camelann, nearly a decade later to realise.
What I had always thought of sibling love was in fact love in its purest forms hidden away.
Hidden away by the walls I had built around my fragile heart to prevent feeling exactly how I felt now.
I was heartbroken.
The love of my life would not wear the crown of Camelot like I had so hoped but the crown of York.
She would never be my Queen, never be my sorceress, never be the woman I could call mine.
I would have to watch her walk down the aisle towards another man.
Emrys would never be mine.

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