Okay this is just an idea because I thought this episode could have been so much darker, I mean there escape plan was just foolish and uninventive. So I made this. I will continue depending on whether anyone likes it. It switches POV from Merlin and Arthur. And the part in Italics is the part from the episode.

"But fair is for fools" His voice rung out, shattering all hope. "Take them away" His heart skipped a beat, anger filling his veins.

"No! Their innocent!" He protested, trying to struggle free of his captives.

"No friend of Camelot is innocent" he replied, his voice both mocking and spiteful.

They sat in the empty cell, empty despite the stashes of dirty hay, and chains hanging from the ceilings. They sat, defeated. Understanding glistened in Arthur's eyes, he knew what was coming. Merlin however didn't, he sat in a hunched position thoughtfully.

"I don't understand why we're not dead already" He murmured, his voice sounding dry.

"'Coz, Cenred will want to torture me first, to find out what I know" He replies, barely any emotion noticeable in his voice. Merlin glanced at him, hoping for a grin, a joke, although he knew he would find none. But the look of seriousness on the princes face scared him.

"Aren't you afraid?" He asked, his eyes slightly widened.

Arthur barely reacted. They sat in silence for a moment, both looking for a way out. But their heads whirled on useless thoughts, every hope seemed impossible, every escape out of reach. Time seemed to slow down, but in reality the clock was ticking, minutes were going by like seconds, and hours like minutes. Then there was footsteps, and Arthur snapped his head up, jumping to his feet in an instant. Merlin copied, although a little slower. There was a click as the door was unlocked, and they shared a look before gazing at the door. Although weapon less they were prepared to put up a fight.

The door was pushed open, two masked men entered, only their eyes, darkened with hate were visible. Merlin took a step back, eyeing the sharp swords in their hands. Arthur held his ground, almost standing protectively over Merlin. The guards waited, swords posed as another set of footsteps sounded. A familiar blonde woman appeared in the cell, a grim smile plastered to her face, filling Arthur with disgust. She approached them with ease, no fear, only control. Morgause stared deeply into his eyes.

"Hello Arthur" She said coldly, eyes blazing. Arthur scowled at her. "are you willing to confess what you know, or do we have to force it out of you?" She asked, enjoyment in her voice.

"you already know the answer to that" He replied darkly, causing Morgause's grin to widen.

"Very well" She replied, turning to her guards, she snapped an order. "take him"

Arthur prepared himself to fight, to struggle, and he thought of some way to regain a sword. But the guards pushed passed him and lunged for Merlin in a swift movement. Arthur turned to help in an instant, but was thrown back as Morgause's eyes turned gold.

"No! What are you doing?" He question, trying to struggle against her spell, but without success. He watched in horror as Merlin was pinned against the cell wall. Merlin kicked out, but it was worthless. It was the skinny boy, against armed, muscular men, and a sorcerer.

Merlin struggled, the tip of a sword positioned on his neck.

"Let him go!" Arthur protested, still struggling to get up.

"Watch Arthur and see your friend squeal in pain" Morgause retorted, her voice icy.

One of the men struck Merlin in the leg, causing his servant to fall to his floor, biting his lip to stop crying out. The next guard jumped on top of him, removing a dagger from his boots. He ran the dagger across Merlin's chest, who kicked up into the guards chest, pushing him off. It gave Merlin a chance to roll onto his feet, his chest bleeding, although the wound wasn't deep.

However, the other guard did not allow Merlin to take any advantage, and tackled him, giving the first guard a chance to recover. Arthur had, had enough watching his friend…his best friend be tortured. Morgause had her eyes off him, and on Merlin instead. He used this to his advantage, kicking her in the feet and tripping her. She fell shocked, the spell broken and Arthur was able to get to his feet. He turned, kicking the unprepared guard in the back. A cowardly move? Maybe, but it was more than this scum deserved. As the guard crumpled on the floor, he stole the sword, and finished him off. Then he caught sight of the other one, who turned to face him. The man didn't last long, Arthur was dangerous and full of fury, and stabbed him through the heart.

He met Merlin's gaze, and watched as his eyes glazed over, and his servant fell unconscious. He rushed to Merlin's side, forgetting about Morgause, until he head her call out.

"Guards!" Her voice rung strong, she was back on her feet. He heard the sound of men approaching, his heart sank. It must have been at least twenty if not more.

So should I continue? Please review with your answer!