Name: Arthur Pendragon.
Writer: Ann.
Fandom: Merlin.
Rating: PG13, I suppose.
Timeline: Somewhere in Season 4, since it's quite clear Uther's gonna die this season.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the places etc. All rights for them reserved to Merlin Creators and BBC.
Others: Basically, it's what I thought the three most important events in Arthur's life. His coronation, His marriage to Gwen and finding out Merlin is a sorcerer, even though I'm not quite sure he will find. Had an idea for a fourth part, but I kinda forgot it. If I'll remember, I'll write it. Definitely.
Of course, there's Uther's death, but when I wrote it I hated him so much that I knew it'll be horrible if I write it. The Merlin guys did it much better, anyway.
I wrote that shortly before Series 4 premiered.
Long Live King Arthur.
The Coronation.
"Merlin." Unlike in every other day, Arthur didn't raise his voice. He knew Merlin can hear him. He knew Merlin knows this day is very important, enough for him not to be late or make his usual mistakes. If anyone would have asked, Arthur would've said Merlin isn't that much of a horrible servant. But it wasn't that, not really. He simply knew.
Merlin indeed showed up a moment later, carrying a long, beautiful red cloak. It seemed even more beautiful than usual, but whether it was in Arthur's mind or not, he did not know. He put in on the bed before turning and helping Arthur wear the simple shirt and the chainmail he always wore. Then, slowly, he took the cloak again and put it around the Prince. Stepping one step back, he studied Arthur proudly, a look that didn't go unnoticed by the Prince.
Noticing Arthur's look, Merlin smiled, and for a moment he thought Merlin will laugh and say, as he liked to say, that Arthur could've never look like that without his help. But Merlin just smiled for another moment before nodding briefly, a serious look on his face, and in the look they exchanged Arthur understood all that he needed to understand. You are the King Camelot deserves. You will be the greatest King Camelot has ever had. I know.
Camelot's clock rang twelve times, telling both the Prince and the Servant it's their time to leave. Arthur took one deep breath before leaving his chambers and walking in the empty corridors of the castle.
It's time.
Camelot's Throne room never looked more glorious... and quieter. The silence was absolute. Even the breathes of the ones who were there were not heard. Every single person in the room, all the noblemen and the knights, looked in awe - and some even in affection - at the golden haired young man who stepped down the aisle, looking straight ahead, serious look on his face. It was an expression they all knew, but some, like the three near the throne and the Knights in the front, knew others as well, expressions of happiness, and love... and pain. But there was no place for them, not now.
His steps were slow, fitting the moment. His red cloak was light and the chainmail was bright in the sunrays coming from outside. But they were both nothing compared to the Dragon on his cloak, the Golden Dragon that represented the Pendragons. It was beautiful, more than ever, and every single person held his breath as it seemed as though it was alive.
They all looked at him as he stopped in front of the stairs, glancing back at the three on his right. His deep blue eyes lingered on the woman standing there, and she looked back at him, silently telling him how proud she is and that she's always with him. The ones who knew him could tell just how much it strengthened him, especially the young dark haired man known as Merlin.
Then he turned back to the throne, and slowly kneeled down in front of it, on the first stair. The moment he was down the priest stepped forward, the golden crown on a cushion in his hands. And he spoke.
"Arthur Pendragon, do you solemnly swear to govern the people of this kingdom and its dominions according to the statutes, customs and laws laid down by your forebears?"
Arthur's voice was quiet as he replied, but everyone could hear it. "I do."
"Do you promise to exercise mercy and justice in your deeds and judgments?"
Once again, Arthur's voice filled the room. "I do."
The priest stepped forward, taking the crown in both his hands. Everyone held their breath as the sunrays touched the crown, and it seemed almost as if it went on fire as it touched Arthur's head. Then, as the priest stepped back, the new King of Camelot slowly arose and stepped to the throne. It took but a moment before he sat down, looking at the people in the room. There was no doubt. The throne was his.
There was silence for a moment as they all looked up at their new King before someone called, "Long Live King Arthur!". He was quickly joined by everyone in the room, whose cheers got stronger as the King got up. "Long Live King Arthur! Long Live The King!"