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Sanna Black Slytherin - I must say I have thought about your comment for the last few days and I do agree with you. I will admit that I have been reading ASOIAF and be watching GoT. Must have been where I got the idea from.

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The Loyal Traitor

As the years flew by Balinor Snr couldn't help but wonder what Proditore's birth was a sign for.

They had quickly learnt that their youngest didn't have the same skill set as his brothers.

Whereas they were happy to spend the day running round in the sun, learning new ways to defend themselves, Balinor Jnr preferred to be indoors, mainly in the library.

Balinor Snr didn't mind that his youngest was mightier with a pen than a sword. And nor did his brothers.

It meant they didn't have to learn all the boring politics that came with being royalty.

Regan, the oldest of the Eorðdraca's, still had to learn it. But then again he was going to be king.

Balinor Jnr was usually dragged around by his brothers to get him out, mainly Daegal.

It was the only reason he was friends with Gorlois Le Fay and Uther Pendragon.

Balinor Jnr had spent long enough in the library to know the names of all the originally dragonlord clans.

Pendragon was one of them and, like the Eorðdraca's, didn't allow the fact that they were meant to marry for love. However, unlike the Eorðdraca's, the Pendragon were forced to marry who they were betrothed to. They had now lost all their powers.

Regan had already married the girl that he had fallen for. Anne was everything that Cwen hoped that a future queen would be and instantly saw the love between them.

Joan, the oldest daughter, had married a lord from a foreign land when he had come to visit. Balinor Snr wasn't happy about it because she would have been so far away but he couldn't deny his daughter the right to marry the one she loved when he could her brothers.

Even so, Ygraine had been betrothed to Uther practically since birth. But Balinor Jnr had seen some love between them. It was the start of something great.

"What's on your mind father?" Balinor Jnr said.

The older man looked up.

"Things you shouldn't be worrying yourself with Balinor. I don't understand why you are so interested in this stuff." Balinor Snr said, gesturing the papers.

The teenage shrugged.

"I read literature more than politics. It does interest me but I enjoy going into another world that reading can provide. I know it probably isn't proper for a Prince to be better with a quill but I do enjoy it more."

Balinor Snr smiled at his son.

"We live in times where you can marry for love rather than politics. There is very little proper than that. Go back to your books and your other world. Enjoy it before your brothers are asking you to do all their paperwork because they never listened."

Balinor Jnr bowed before running back to his room.

"Do you have to go?" Balinor Jnr asked.

"Sorry but I do. Father wants me home. I love Camelot but if my father needs me …" Uther said trailing off.

"Of course."

Gorlois laid back.

"I will miss you." He said with a sigh.

"Well I won't miss you." Uther said, pushing Gorlois' leg with his foot.

Balinor Jnr had suggested that they all got out of Camelot for the day, hoping that Uther would open up to what he had been hiding.

Both he and Gorlois would never have guessed that he had been called home.

Even though they were the same age as Daegal, Balinor Jnr was always closer to them.

"If anything it will be quieter without you around." Balinor Jnr offered to the conversation.

"Don't worry. I will be back before you know it. It is probably just father asking for an update of how things are going. I will say two words before I am ignored for my older brothers. He never listens to me."

Balinor Jnr wished he could at least try and think what that would be like but his father always gave them his attention when they wanted it or not.

Gorlois lent on his elbows.

"Don't worry. He will notice you one day."

When Gorlois said that Uther's father would notice him one day, both Balinors never believed that it would be for what it was.

Balinor Snr ran down the halls before stopping suddenly to look out of the window.

How many men did this enemy have?

Balinor Snr was sure that they were totally and utterly surrounded.

He didn't worry for himself, but more for his family.

He was quite happy to die in the place he had called home since birth but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to them.

Regan ran up to him.

"Milord, they carry no banner. We have no idea of who they are but we estimate that they have at least 1000 men."

Balinor Snr lent on the windowsill.

"Do what you must." He said looking at his eldest. "Get word to Balinor and tell him to take his mother and Ygraine through the tunnels and to get as far away from Camelot as he can. They don't need to see the bloodshed that is going to happen."

"You want Daegal to fight." Regan said confused.

"He is 21. I had fought some of my bloodiest battles at that point."

"It's just …" Regan sighed. "One guard believe that they have seen Uther. I doubt if they meet he would be able to kill him."

Balinor Snr sighed.

"Try and keep them separate."

Regan nodded and bowed, leaving his father unknowingly for the last time.

Balinor Jnr ran through the halls, his mother's hand in his.

He cursed Ygraine for having her chambers on the other side of the castle. She had always liked to be difficult.

He stopped suddenly and held his mother back as two knights, deep in combat, crossed their path.

Balinor Jnr knew that he needed to be quicker.

The long they were there, the more likely they weren't going to make it out alive.

"Balinor."

He turned to see Gorlois running towards him.

"Take this." He said handing the younger man a sword. "I know you don't really know how to use it but it will give you some protection."

"Thanks." Balinor Jnr said, giving the man a hug.

Gorlois nodded to Cwen before running back the way he came.

"Let's go and get Ygraine."

Balinor Snr didn't know what was worse. His best friend's son being a part of the movement or him being the leader of it.

"Uther why?" He asked. "I have tried to help you."

"You know what father is like. He has never appreciated me." Uther said advancing on the man.

"Your father does. I know he does. He has told me on a number of different occasions that he is extremely proud of you."

"Then why doesn't he show it."

Balinor Snr looked at the man in front of him with pity.

"He hasn't told you."

Balinor Jnr ran into one of the last halls leading to Ygraine's room.

He was not prepared for the sight before him.

"He hasn't told you." His father said to Uther.

"He is too busy with my older brothers." Uther spat. "He isn't as kind as you. You give every child your time. He only asks for me home when he thinks it is appropriate. At least he will notice me now."

Balinor Jnr froze at his friend drove his sword into his father's stomach.

He wanted to call out. He wanted to run forward to hold him. He wanted to hurt Uther for doing it.

But he couldn't do anything.

"There is nothing you can do. Remember and use it when you need it." His mother said pulling on his hand, dragging him away from the scene.