This is the long awatied sequel to 'The Princess and the Prince'. I am sorry it took so long to get it posted, and I hope you all enjoy it.

I also noticed while writing this, that a few of the characters are acting out of character a little, but then I thought about it and decided that since quite a few events are different and it was briefly mentioned in the first story that Uther allowed magic once to save Mer's live due to the memory of Ygraine, that the characters would act differently in these circumstances. I hope this doesn't bother any of you and you can see what I mean.

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Chapter 1

"Uther Pendragon, you stand there laughing and enjoying festives while hundreds mourn for their loved ones you murdered and plot revenge against you. Be warned, Uther Pendragon, we will stand in the shadows no more. A powerful magical being will lead us to create your downfall, and this person will rule Albion and return magic to it. The balance must be restored, and for that to happen, you must die, Uther Pendragon."

Mer collapsed onto the bed with an overly dramatic sigh, lying on her back and spread out over the entire bed.

"Comfortable?" Arthur asked, from his seat at his desk. He was hunched over the reports from his knights and soldiers about the whereabouts of the sorcerer who threatened the King.

He had been searching with his knights, reading the reports, ordering and coordinating the searches and inquiries and looking after the protection of the King for the past few days. Meaning the newlyweds hadn't really spent any time together, as Mer was deemed to 'ladylike' and 'fragile' to handle the reports and all.

"No. I want to help Arthur, not just sit around with Morgana sewing and gossiping about people. I can read over the reports, figure out what is relevant and what is utter bullshit." Mer lifted her head to glare at him. He looked up from the scrolls to glare back, and then rolled his neck, stretching out his back. "I am not going to be a trophy Queen and just let you do all the work and sit there looking pretty. I am going to run this country too, and look after the people. This sorcerer is a threat, and believe it or not, I am probably the best to help you find her as I have magic too, or did you forget?"

"I didn't forget, I just didn't want to get you involved." Arthur muttered, rubbing his neck and sore shoulders from being slouched over.

Mer sighed and stood, moving to his chair and rubbing his shoulders. He sighed and relaxed into his hands.

"Well tough, because there is more chance of hell freezing over then you going after this sorceress without me. I will not have you killed dammit." Mer scowled.

"Are you saying I can't look after myself?" Arthur snapped.

Mer dropped her hands from his shoulders and stepped away. "That is exactly what I am saying. When it comes to magic and sorcerers, no you can't look after yourself without help." she snapped back, before storming out of the room and down the corridor.

Mer stormed along the corridors of the castle, muttering about ways to kill a prattish prince and cursing the blonde jerk who couldn't see the truth right in front of his face; that he would die if he went after the sorceress with her help.

She stormed passed the King's chambers, caught up in her ranting and raving and nearly missed the knocked out guard on the floor out the front of Uther's bedroom. She froze and immediately crept up to the door, slowly opening it and peering inside. From the door, she could only see half the bedroom, and not the half with the bed so she pushed the door open slightly more and slipped inside, sticking close to the door in the hopes of avoiding being caught by anyone in the room (if there was someone still in the room).

Once her eyes had adjusted to the dark room she noticed a figure standing by the King's bed, with the King laying in his bed, asleep. The figure was bent over the King and seemingly felt Mer's gaze on him and glanced over his shoulder at him. A pair of bright green eyes stared at Mer in surprise before the man pulled his sword out of the King and ran for the window.

"Help!" she cried, it tearing from her lips ass he lunged forward to grab the assassin, but he opened the window and threw himself out, Mer reached the window just as the man's body burst into shadows and slipped away.

She ran to the King and bundled the blankets up to press against his chest wound, but they were soaked within minutes. She heard his lungs labour for breath and felt his heart splutter and struggle to continue.

"HELP!" She screamed louder, dimly noticing the sound of boots on the floor as someone heard her and approached. She stared in horror as she felt his life begin to slip away from under her fingers. She pressed harder against the wounds with the blankets, hoping to stop the blood flowing and muttered, "Gestande hole, Þurhhæle" Her eyes flashed gold but when she checked his wound, nothing had changed. She frowned and tried again, "Þurhhæle dolgbenn" Again, a flash of gold but no change. She tried all the healing spells she knew, but none worked.. Arthur walked in just as she shouted in frustration, "Ic þe þurhhæle þin licsare"

He gasped and rushed to her side to find his father close to death. "Father!" he gasped, covering Mer's hands with his and pressing down on his wound. "Go get help." He ordered, shoving her away.

She didn't wait for him to order her, she ran off to find Gaius and her father, hoping that between the two, they could heal Uther to save Arthur the heartache of losing his only remaining parent.

Within minutes, guards and knights were searching the town for the attacker, Gaius and Balinor were trying to heal Uther and Arthur was watching desperately, having been shoved to the side once the pair had walked in. The only words he had spoken were to tell Balinor and Gaius he didn't care what they did, whether they used magic or not, just as long as they did everything they could to save him.

Mer walked over to Arthur and placed a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off violently. "Arthur, I'm sorry. I tried to heal him but it didn't work." Mer whispered, dropping her hand dejectedly.

"He isn't dead yet." Arthur growled.

"I know, and I also know that Gaius and Father will do all they can and more to save him, but I also wanted to tell you I care and that if you need it, I am here for you." Mer snapped, before turning to storm off.

Arthur grabbed her arm to stop her. "I am sorry, Mer. I am just worried for my father. He is all I have left, and I don't know what I am going to do if he dies."

"You will mourn his loss and then lead the people of Camelot and protect them like the great King you will be." Mer told him fiercely, completely believing it. Arthur sighed and pulled her close to him, hugging her tightly.

"I'm scared Mer, he is all I have, if he dies," Arthur trailed off.

Whatever Mer was going to say was cut off by noises coming from the bed that Balinor and Gaius were hunched over, slaving away to save the King.

"Father!"

TBC

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