AN: So after reading a series of pairing having to do with Mordred and Merlin, than Mordred and Arthur, I came up with this idea that had been irking me since last night, and plus, i've always wanted to write a story with Mordred and Gwen as friends. The two hardly ever communicate, so, I wanted to work a bit with that. Anyway, this story isn't going to be very long, but it's going to be a bit sad, if you're a Merthur fan, then you'll like it. But, if you feel for Mordred, than this story may be tough for you to read, as his life goes into a rollercoaster of emotions.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin (if I did, Mordred wouldn't go evil, and Gwen would be cooler than she is and less annoying)

Bitter Ends

Chapter One: A Friendship Begins

The moon rose high above in the sky of Camelot illuminating rooftops and the great castle that stood before it's rays. Many peasants were in their homes preparing for a small dinner, as the curfew was already in place, while many members of the palace, servants and nobles alike prepared for the large feast celebrated by the king and his court. No doubt that the king's manservant was preparing him for the feast, as that was the job of the manservant. Many would be there, perhaps the whole court. The Knights of the Roundtable would be there as well, as it was their obligation to their king.

Unfortunately, this was the part about being a knight that the young Mordred dreaded. As he prepared himself for his meal, dressing in his chainmail and fastening his cape, being careful to cover the triskelion on his arm, he reminded himself that life wasn't fair, it was never fair for someone like him.

He was a druid, and naturally, many members of the court (the ones who knew what he was) treated him with distrust and caution. He hadn't even done anything to them, any of them, but they treated him like garbage at times despite his title.

Sir Mordred, he thought to himself as he looked at himself one more time, and exited his chambers making his way to the dining hall, Sir Mordred my ass, titles mean nothing, i'm just dirt to some of these people. And as if his "cursed blood" wasn't bad enough, there was Merlin! Merlin who he'd fallen in love with instantly, the one who Mordred understood and was just like him, the one who Mordred would do anything for, yet completely hated him.

And, that wasn't even the worst part. What Mordred couldn't fathom, what continued to torment him when he tried to think of Emrys as his own was that Merlin was in love with the King, and the King with him. Yet, there was Queen Guinevere.

Mordred's fist clenched angrily, and he felt rage building up in his veins in the form of magic. He was denied many things in life, and it just wasn't fair. He turned a corridor quickly, fist still balled and angry tears burning in his eyes. His rage only ignited more when he saw the two some feet ahead of him, walking to the they never touched, Mordred could hear their laughter, practically feel the closeness they shared, and he knew of it for a fact. Weeks before, he'd accidentally walked in on the couple whilst searching for the King. They were well hidden, Mordred could just sense Merlin's magic. They were never meant to be found.

They were in an a room in the tavern, other's too drunk to realize who they were. And when Mordred had pick locked their door (why would he?), both had been interlocked in the act of passion, all clothes were discarded, and moans of the other's name could be heard throughout the room. Mordred felt like crying when he ran away, undetected and back to his chambers in the castle.

Now, however, things were different.

Mordred quickly darted behind the corner, hiding his presence the best he could, but the rage continued to eat away at him, all of it in the form of magic and all directed towards the King. It would be so easy to kill him, with a break of a neck or suffocation, he had the power and he knew the spell, he just had to do it...

"Cute couple, are they not?" Mordred jumped, his magic evaporating at the person standing behind him. Brown hair was covered in a dark red hood, and dark skin was shadowed obscuring the view of the woman. But those eyes were all too familiar to him, and Mordred knew it was his Queen he was talking too.

"My La_" Gwen brought a finger to the stunned knight's lips and smiled. He wondered if she knew how intimate the two were, or if she was simply just joking like she usually did. They both looked at the couple, and both seemed to sigh when they had turned the corner and continued on to the feast.

"You can call me Gwen if it pleases you," she said politely, removing her finger and then adjusting her cloak, Mordred also took note of a small key wrapped around her neck with string. He tilted his head in confusion, "My La_..Gwen, are you not attending the feast tonight?"

She smiled, a sad smile, "I fear not, Mordred, as my presence isn't needed to please the King anymore, "so, he assumed that she did know, "I've told Arthur that i'm sick and need some fresh air down in the common area...You could come with me if you'd like. We could talk."

Mordred stopped and considered. Perhaps he needed to let all of his emotions out and tell someone. She was the Queen, but she was slowly opening up to him and slowly becoming his friend. He was so guarded all the time that he's usually pushed friends away. He needed the company anyway, and who could punish him for simply escorting his queen through Camelot.

"Yes, My..Gwen, i think I'll go with you," he said, happily, "just let me go fetch my cloak."

And so the friendship with the servant Queen and the druid Knight began.

So, I wanted to get this done very quickly so I proofed it myself. This is just the first chapter, so, you really don't get into that much. I will probably add some flashback scenes with Arthur and Merlin, and what Mordred emotionally went through, Hope you liked this chapter, please review, God bless!