Long Live the King
A/N [show-me-your-tardis]
Plot – They were told he would rise again, but none believed it. That is... Until now. Something is coming, it is scratching at Camelot's safety and clawing at it's heart. When a familiar stranger appears at the walls of Camelot, the search is on for the long lost warlock with power beyond measure. Will they find him in time? And will Camelot survive it's final battle?
In honour of Hallowe'en (woo too spoopy) I bring you the prologue of my next fic. I'm not sure when the first chapter will be up, probably after I've finished uploading A Thousand Ways to say Goodbye.
This story is sort of romance/drama/angsty story, I don't really know how to categorise it. Sort of like a cake, the main filling is romance, the icing is drama and the sprinkles are angst.
Enjoy the first bite.
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Prologue
Gwen sat bolt upright in her throne, staring at the door.
He was late.
Maybe it was all a lie? Maybe he wasn't coming at all? They were just rumours, nothing more. She went to stand, but was stopped by a loud knock at the door.
Sitting back in her throne, she took a deep breath and called, "Enter."
The doors were heaved open by her guards and the man walked in. He walked in with determination, like he owned the place. Gwen nodded once as he bowed to her.
His hair had been cut since she last saw him and he looked tired. He must have walked all night to get here. Gwen shifted slightly in her throne, his gaze never left her face.
"Lady Guinevere, you are more radiant than I remember."
"Sir George." She replied.
The guards shut the door, but remained in the room, as protocol required.
"Do you remember who I am, my Lady?" Sir George asked, cocking his head to one side.
"I know you're King Edmund's royal adviser." She paused, "I also know you're a druid seer."
"Then you know what I'm about to say is true."
"I didn't say that."
George smiled slightly. He nodded to himself and began again, "You are as clever as they say. Alas, what I say is true. Camelot is in grave danger."
That captured Gwen's attention. Her eyes focused closely on George, looking for any sign that he was lying. She didn't find any, and instead she gestured for him to continue.
"I can't see clearly what it is, but they are already here. They live within Camelot's walls already. I do know it won't be long before they reveal themselves. You will need help, Camelot's army alone cannot stop them."
"Who can?" Gwen asked.
"Don't worry. He is on his way. But he alone cannot stop them either. You need to find the other half. The one with the greatest power of all, you need to find him. Together they're unstoppable, together they will save Camelot."
Gwen waited for George to elaborate but he didn't.
"Who is he? Who do I need to find?"
"That is all the information I have." He replied.
"You must know who is coming! You must!"
"That is all the information I have."
Gwen sat back in her throne and took a deep breath. She stared at George, hoping he would change his mind and tell her more, but still he did not.
"Thank you, Sir George. You are dismissed. My guards will take you to your chambers, you may stay as long as you need. I will have dinner sent to your chambers. "
With a low bow, Sir George exited the throne room followed by the two guards.
Shortly after Sir George's exit, Gaius limped in. He shuffled forward and Gwen stood to greet him. They hugged and she, as per usual, offered him her throne. He, as per usual, refused.
"I can still stand, I'm okay. What did he say?" Gaius asked.
Gwen continued to look wearily at Gaius before recounting George's words.
"You don't think he means..." Gaius trailed off.
Gwen paused. She had been hoping Gaius would put her mind at rest and tell her it couldn't be him. Tell her it was impossible; that he had died three years ago and he would remain that way.
"It can't be." She answered.
"Guinevere. We must face the evidence, three druid seers have visited separately and each one has said the same thing. That someone is returning. It must be him, there is no one else."
"He's dead Gaius. He was killed. He is not coming back!" Gwen answered harshly.
Gaius raised one eyebrow. He had expected this kind of reaction. After all it was quite a normal reaction to being told your late husband would return, three years after saying goodbye.