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-Let there be midnight

ME NO OWN MERLIN

Remember the Good Dreams

Five-year-old Arthur whined silently as he threw the blankets off of him in his sleep. His face screwed up as if in pain as pitiful whimpers left his chapped lips. Tiny hands clenched the white blankets beneath him tightly in fists only to unclench then to clench again, wrinkling the sheets further.

"No… no…" he mumbled sleepily as tears started to stream down his face from fear. Soon the silent crying turned to sobs that soon turned into full on bloody murder screams that echoed throughout the sleeping castle. A few minutes later knights burst into the room with the King hot on their heels.

King Uther had woken up almost instantly when the first screech of terror ripped through his bed chambers, knowing full well that the scream came from his only son.

"Arthur!" Uther called out to the sleeping child in worry. When he saw that his son was just having a nightmare, he ushered the still startled knights out of the room and closed the door behind him with a small 'click' in responds. When the door was finally closed, he rushed towards his son's bed in a hurry. "Arthur wake up!" he called softly as he gently shook the five-year-old boy's shoulders, careful not to hurt him. Arthur's screams slowly calmed into slight whimpering before his eyes opened showing beautiful watery blue irises.

"Daddy…" Arthur whimpered before he flung his arms around the King's neck. A little taken aback, Uther put his own arms around Arthur and rubbed his back slowly in comforting circles as the blonde haired boy cried into his shoulder.

"It's okay Arthur, it's alright. I'm here." Uther cooed into Arthur's soft hair. After minutes of gentle comforting, Arthur pulled back sniffling and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. "You want to tell me what your dream was?" Uther asked him as he held both of Arthur's shoulders in his hands. Arthur looked up at him with big innocent blue eyes, blinking a few times before he answered.

"I don't remember." he replied making the King blink in surprise before he chuckled lightly.

"Of course you don't Arthur." he joked as he layed the prince back down on the bed and tucked him in. "Goodnight Arthur. Try to remember good dreams for me will you?" Uther asked his son as he stood up.

"Okay daddy, I'll try!" Arthur replied sleepily.

~Next Morning~

Breakfast was a little awkward for Uther the next morning since his son stayed quiet without his usual banter and picked at his food with a look that resembled shame. Finally Uther couldn't take it anymore and rested his fork against the table and dabbed his mouth with the end of a napkin.

"What's wrong Arthur?" he asked as he set down the napkin. Arthur set his fork with the sausage at the end down before he looked at Uther with teary eyes.

"I couldn't remember any good dreams for you, daddy!" he cried as tears ran down his cheeks. "I'm sorry I failed you daddy!" With that, Arthur ran out of the room crying as a maid rushed after him. Uther sat in his chair feeling suddenly very guilty. Never again will he ask his son to remember good dreams. Nor bad.