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Warnings: Strong language and some AU elements.
Summary: Arthur always wanted to be king. He just never wanted to be king so soon.
A/N: Hahah, kay. Let's go, hmm?
1. king.
heavy is the head
that wears the crown.
When he was nine years old, he stole his father's crown, spiriting the gleaming gold band away to his chambers. He had stood in front of his mirror and gently placed the circlet upon his head, the weight of it unfamiliar yet pleasant. His lips had quirked up in a ghost of a smile, glee and anticipation burning in his baby blue eyes.
One day, Arthur had thought wistfully, I will be King.
Fourteen year later, when he stands before his court and they cheer and holler in pride and hope, he can't help but think; I didn't mean today.