This is a story me and my friend co-wrote when under the unflience of far too much sugar and I will not be held responciable for what happens here ;)


Soft, childish giggles rang around the Throne Room of Camelot as Arthur shooed Morgana away quickly.

"Quick, quick – go get the Decree, Morgana!" He grinned, trying to stifle his laughter as he jumped onto the crimson throne of Camelot.

The little girl giggled delightedly and rushed off, her bare feet making little to no noise on the stone flooring as she ran to the library.

"Go and win our war!" Arthur commanded loudly to the empty room, practically jumping up and down in the throne as he waited for Morgana to return. Soon he would be the King of Camelot! He would be the youngest King too – only seven and he would rule as well as or even better than his father!

In the corridors of the castle, Morgana crept along the quiet hall, approaching the library with all the quietness of a cat. One hand stretched out to gently push the library door and she couldn't help the exhilarated giggle that slipped past her lips as the door swung open for her. She darted in and turned on the spot as she thought. After a moment, she gave another light giggle and ran to the shelves, scanning the rolls of parchment for the Decree of Royalty.

Frowning, she realised that she couldn't reach the Decree so, with determination creasing her brow, the little dark haired girl planted one foot firmly on one of the shelves and began to climb up them, eventually grabbing the correct parchment and jumping down, landing on her knees and leaving dirt smears up the pale pink fabric of her dress. With a triumphant laugh, she jumped up and ran back to the Throne Room, hiding the parchment in her folds of her dress.

She came barrelling back into the room and laughed as Arthur scrambled off the throne and bolted the door behind her. "Get the crown!" she ordered Arthur.

"Well obviously!" Arthur said, fixing her with a sarcastic look. Morgana rolled her eyes and shoved Arthur slightly. The boy laughed and rushed off to grab the crown.

Creeping to Uther's chambers, Arthur prepared himself. After a second, he rushed in, sobbing. Just as he had hoped, Uther picked him up. "What is it, Arthur?" he asked in concern.

"I...I hit my head on the door!" Arthur sobbed.

Uther sighed and hugged his son, not noticing the way Arthur slipped his crown from his head.

"I'm okay now though!" Arthur said quickly, hiding the crown behind his back as he jumped down and backed out of the room quickly. Before his father could notice the absence of his crown, he bolted away back to the Throne Room.

He burst back into the room, the gold crown in his hands. "Ready?" He asked, jumping onto the throne and shoving the crown onto his head. It slipped down to sit over his eyes, making Morgana giggle but he stubbornly pushed it back up.

"Read the Decree, Morgana!" He said quickly.

"Do you s...solemnly promise and swear to gov..govern the people of Camelot ac...according to their...respec...respective? Respective laws and customs?" The little girl struggled through the words, frowning as she focused.

"Yes!" Arthur said decisively.

"Will you to...to...oh, 1, 2, skip a few, yadaya, to the end!" Morgana huffed, annoyed at all these big words in this stupid decree. "Then by the sacred laws ves..vested in me, I crown you Ali-"

"Morgana! You can't call me Ali! I'm gonna be King! Call me Arthur!" He said indignantly.

"I crown you, Arthear...Afur...Affur, King of Camelot!" She finished as determinedly as she possibly could.

Barely before the words were out of Morgana's mouth, the door began to rattle as the Knights pushed at it. Finally, Uther strode in, expecting to see some sort of chaos in his throne room. Arthur grinned brightly. "I'm King now, father!" He declared happily.

Uther couldn't help but laugh as he spotted the Decree in Morgana's little hands. "I suppose you are, my son."

"But...but if Ali gets to be king, why can't I be queen?!" Morgana asked suddenly, scowling deeply.

"Well, I think you should ask Arthur that." Uther said with a small smile.

"Aliiiiiiiii~ Can I be queen?" Morgana asked sweetly.

"I suppose so. But only if you don't call me Ali!" Arthur warned her. Morgana nodded enthusiastically and ran over to the second throne.

She tried to haul herself up onto the other throne and scowled as she realised she was just too small. "Uffy...I can't get up." She whined. "Can you lift me please, Uffy?" She pleaded.

Uther laughed softly. "Of course, my child." He said fondly, sweeping her up and sitting her upon the other throne, watching as her sweet little face lit up in delight.

"Knights, enter!" Uther called out. All the knights of Camelot obediently filed in and looked at Uther in surprise, more than a little bemused by the two children upon the thrones. "Knights of Camelot, bow before your new king and queen. King Arthur and Queen Morgana!"

Grinning, the knights all bowed in turn, dropping to the knee before Arthur and kissing Morgana's hand lightly before leaving again. When it was only the three of them again, Uther smiled, taking in the way Morgana's feet couldn't even brush the floor and how Arthur was sprawled across the plush throne like he owned it.

"Uffy, my first order as Queen is that you should bring me a stool. 'Cause, Uffy, look! My feet don't touch the floor." Morgana said, looking at Uther in dead seriousness.

Uther laughed and bowed. "Yes, my lady. Would you like anything, my king?" he asked Arthur.

"Bring us the best fruit the kitchen has." Arthur commanded, raising his head importantly.

Uther grinned and bowed again before leaving. He could let them be King and Queen for a day. His brave son and his sweet ward deserved that much.