AN: This is probably the fic I've done the most reasearch for, even if it's my shortest one yet. I reaserched the Arthurian legend, the Lady of the Lake and Avalon. I got to thinking about Englands human name being Arthur and how, since the nations are basically immortal, he truly is the Once and Future King (okay, so he's not exactly a king, but still).
On the island of Avalon, somewhere near the British Isles, Nimue, better known as the Lady of the Lake (she had many other names but Nimue was her favourite since that was what her father had called her), was residing within her chamber at her palace. Her golden hair, held by the band of gold that rested on her head and across her forehead, and baby blue silk robes spilling out over the bed as she sat at the edge.
She was holding a brilliant golden sword in her hands, letting the tips of her fingers run across the surface of the beautiful blade. Caliburn, or Excalibur, just as Nimue herself the blade had many names. The blade used by the only one she would ever acknowledge as her king.
She had a soft smile on her face, reminiscing about the only man who had ever wielded it. She missed him.
She had lived as the legends of King Arthur grew further and further from the truth until they were the only two who knew the real story. About how Arthur was not a king in the literal sense, what his real last name was, about how he was one with the land and all the people, including her, were his children. He had been able to stay with her for a short while on Avalon when he was hurt after the battle of Camlann and she had truly come to love him as a father, someone who was (for the most part) wiser than she was, someone she could depend on and ask for advice instead of it being the other way around. Before he had left Avalon she had begged him to stay, but of course he hadn't been able to. He had his own duties just as she had hers. They were both rulers, her title more literal than his. She had cried while he had comforted her and promised he would be back one day, even if that day were far away.
Still, there was one thing the legends were still correct about. Arthur was truly the Once and Future King, the one who would forever and always watch over Britain until the day there would no longer be a Britain. The one who would guide them from the shadows and do everything in his power to make sure they were alright for the rest of their days.
And she would wait for him, she would be patient, waiting for her father.
For the Once and Future King.
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