This was only meant to be a one shot story, but some of you commented asking for another chapter. So I decided to make this into a story but a short one, around ten chapters long maybe. And you'll see how it ends!

CHAPTER ONE

With sweat dripping from his forehead, Arthur awoke from a terrible dream. The image he had just dreamt of remaining in his mind. He clasped his large hands over his ears and shook his head while whispering no. Tears escaped from his eyes and slipped down his pale cheeks.

The sound of footsteps invaded his ears and he reached for his bedside candle. After snatching it quickly, he flashed it around to see if anyone was in his chambers. Breathing heavily he glanced around, dreading to see the unthinkable.

Suddenly he stopped moving when his eyes gazed upon Guinevere at the foot of his king-sized breath. Arthur's eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock. The candle slipped out of his hands and onto the wooden floor.

'Guinevere,' he managed through his tears.

'Arthur,' her voice was more gentle than he remembered.

'I must be dreaming.' Her mouth formed the beautiful smile she always wore. Slowly she began to approach him before sitting next to him on the bed. For some strange reason, Arthur was not scared.

'Then let it be a good dream,' she whispered as she leaned forward slightly. There was only a short space between their lips. Arthur's eyes fell to her clothing, she was wearing the same crimson dress she always wore.

Without warning she slowly laid down next to him before pecking his right cheek with her soft lips. The bed they lay in would have been the bed she laid in as Queen of Camelot. If only she had waited a couple more days.

Arthur's heart raced against his chest as he turned to face Guinevere, his true love. His eyes met hers and were lost in their depth. She had not changed at all since the last time he had seen her, three months ago. Same long light brown wavy hair and soft cheeks. Same glistening deep brown eyes and beautifully shaped lips.

Slowly, he dipped his hands into her silken tresses, feeling their rich sheen as he brought his lips down to hers. For a moment they remained mere inches away from each other, breathing in short, quickening breaths. Then, the space between them was no more.

Arthur pressed his lips against hers forcefully and she rose up to meet him. Their eyes were sealed shut within seconds. Her lips were softer than he remembered. That kiss reminded him of how much he loved Guinevere. Arthur did not know she had moved until he felt her delicate fingertips trace imaginary lines on his face. He breathed in through his nostrils quickly, feeling his skin shudder under her touch.

When their kiss was broken, Arthur snaked his arms around his Guinevere and held her tight. Never wanting to let her go again. She rested her head on his chest and breathed in quickly. The two of them remained their embracing.

'Forgive me, I regret what I did,' Arthur brought up the subject none of them wanted to talk about. Guinevere did not seem offended by his actions. She had come to him in the middle of the night and lay in his bed.

'I already have,' she said with a smile and Arthur couldn't stop himself from smiling back. With that, the two of them fell asleep. Their souls became one, never to be torn apart by anyone or anything.

The following morning arrived and Arthur awoke to an empty space next to him. His arm still stretched out around an imaginary body. Guinevere must have climbed out quietly and left him sleeping. He imagined her kissing his cheek gently before doing so.

At the thought of stealing another kiss from her lips, he jumped out of bed and threw on his royal robes. Then he began to walk over to the door at the over side of the room. His pace quickened when he reached the corridors and he soon found himself running.

Suddenly he crashed into Merlin who was on his way to give Arthur his fresh clothes for the day. The shirt and trousers bounced out of his hands and landed on the hard floor in a pile. At the sight of it Merlin sighed and knelt down to pick them up.

'Ah, Merlin!' Arthur exclaimed, happier than usual. Even Merlin looked shocked to see him so excited. He gathered up the clothes before standing up to his original height. 'Just the person I need to see.'

'That's a rare thing for you to say,' commented Merlin with an awkward smile. 'Why are you so happy?' He began to feel perturbed by Arthur's unusual happy smile.

'Don't act like you don't know!'

'What are you-'

'Cut the rubbish, Merlin. Have you see Gwen?'

Merlin hesitated and looked up at his master with dark confused eyes. Then he realised what was happening and his gaze dropped.

'Arthur, Guinevere is dead,' Merlin managed with a tear glistening on his cheek. Arthur looked down, his brow narrowed in confusion. Then he realised that last night was not real, and that he had imagined the whole thing.

Arthur was speechless, inside he wanted to break down and cry. Only a few tears formed in his eyes but didn't escape. He found himself trying to tell Merlin he was wrong but the words rolled off his tongue. Finally, sense came back to him and he turned in the opposite direction.

'Get that washed again,' he hissed to Merlin before dragging himself back down the corridor. Merlin sighed hastily, but did have pity for Arthur. Everyone knew that he didn't want to execute Guinevere. He thought it would make him stronger so he could deal with his enemies more efficiently. Hoping to feel no pity when he executed another for a crime. But executing the one he loved only made him weaker and his people feared for him.