Arthur sat alone staring out the window, his eyes blood shot and puffy. He had not spoken to anyone all day. He knew it was neither illness nor an accident, she was poisoned though he had no idea who by. He gasped and allowed himself the indulgence of tears. Now he realised tears were not a sign of weakness but merely of humanity.
A hand clasped around his mouth, he attempted to struggle but he was unconscious before he could escape. One of Achan's men carried him from the room, past Merlin who lay unconscious outside the door.
Arthur was thrown unceremoniously into a cart pulled by a horse to take him to the camp. At some point through the trip he awoke. Panicking, he attempted to jump out the window but was restrained by a guard who held him down.
'Release me you fool!' Bellowed Arthur. He struggled against the unwavering strength of the guard. The cart grinded to a halt. He didn't know exactly when it happened but he was unconscious again.
The guard carried him into the camp.
'Lady Morgana I have the captured King Arthur!'
'Excellent!,' She shrieked.
'I'm afraid we're out of holding cells, place him in that one, ignore the person in there, it doesn't matter,' She smiled. 'Out little King here will need to learn to share.' She said mockingly.
'Yes my lady,' He opened the door. The inhabitant cried out in shock before the body hit the bottom of the cell. Arthur lay unconscious on the floor. The young girl cautiously placed the only pillow beneath his head. She then quickly moved away in fear of the young man who lay there, unsure if he would hurt her.
Time passed and she stared frozen, unmoving, just staring at him. His eyes flickered open and were immediately drawn to the girl cowering in the corner. He sat up and bumped his head on the iron bars above.
She was undeniably beautiful. She had beautiful dark brown eyes and dark hair that fell in waves around her gorgeous face. Her face was covered in fear.
'It is alright, I won't hurt you,' He whispered and offered his hand in a friendly gesture. 'What is your name,' He said but received no answer. 'I am Arthur Pendragon, who are you?' He sat there for a few moments and she stared. He finally looked away realising she would not answer.
'Endrea Amata Tenebris Pulchritudo,' Said a tiny voice. He looked up at her.
'I didn't quite catch all that, do you have a shorter name?' He chuckled before he thought of Gwen and was disgusted with himself in his moment of joy. She smiled in return.
'Endrea,'She whispered.
'Endrea, do you know why we're here?' He asked.
'I- um… well Morgana is holding us because she thinks we might be useful,' She said, slowly moving out of her corner.
'Of course Morgana!' He sighed 'What do you mean 'useful'?'
'I-I-uh don't know,' She said softly.
'Well what is she planning for us?'
'Please, I'm sorry I don't know anymore!' Endrea cried.
'No, it's alright! I'm not angry, calm down,' Said Arthur calmly. Endrea crawled back into her corner. Arthur could not get another word out of her. It was only when she closed her eyes and lay asleep still he noticed the many healing cuts and bruises covering her body.