It's not betaed and there's a little bit of swearing….

'Guinevere'

Arthur leant against the window frame, quietly watching the dark storm clouds roll across the sky. He was so lost in his thoughts that he had lost all concept of time. At some point it had started to rain heavily. Fat droplets of water pounded relentlessly against the glass, yet Arthur failed to notice it.

His office on the 65th floor of the Camelot building had a magnificent panoramic view; the best in the city according to Merlin. On a clear day he could see most of London and beyond sprawled out before him. In times of stress he often took to standing by the window and observing the scene below, it somehow calmed him; he found no such peace today.

Three weeks had passed since he had found the bracelet that he currently held between his fingers, Guinevere's bracelet. Absentmindedly he caressed it, thinking back to all that had happened since that fateful night…..

Dawn was about to break.

He had sat all night on the end of his bed staring blankly ahead. So many different emotions raged through him at that moment, so many different questions. He felt lost, totally and utterly lost. He had tried to erase Guinevere from his life. He had told himself over and over that he did not love her anymore; that he couldn't love her anymore. He knew that he had been a bastard to her and he hated himself for it. He also knew that he had hurt her beyond all comprehension and that he would never, ever, forgive himself for what he had done.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

The land dispute with the Nemeth's had needed to be resolved once and for all. Agravaine had taken him aside one day and had quietly suggested that the best solution would be to unite the two families. Arthur had dismissed it at first but the more he had thought about it the more it had begun to make sense. Strategic marriages had been made between the upper classes for centuries; it wouldn't be anything new. Only one thing was stopping him from going ahead…his relationship with Guinevere. So he had callously rejected her, letting his head overrule his heart.

He hadn't expected to like Mithian so much; they really were a perfect match. She had a similar personality to him and she enjoyed many of the things he did. It helped that she was very beautiful, charming and witty. On all of their dates they had spent the majority of the time laughing; he found that he really enjoyed her company. Arthur knew that he could eventually grow to love Mithian but he also knew that he would never be in love with her.

She had recently started hinting to him that she wished to take their relationship to the next level. It had come as no surprise to him as he had thought about it to. So far, they had shared a few passionate kisses but no more than that. He had told her that he wanted to wait until their wedding night, to make it special. In truth he hesitated because, deep down, he knew he was not ready to take that step. Once he had slept with Mithian he would have to banish Gwen completely from his heart and he wasn't prepared to do that just yet.

He looked up as he heard his bedroom door open and saw Merlin walking towards him.

"Have you not slept Arthur?" he asked concern etched on his face, "Is there anything you need?"

"How can I make myself love another Merlin? Tell me that." He asked suddenly.

"If there is…" Merlin started to respond.

"I don't know what to do." Arthur interrupted, "I have no idea what to do." He shook his head sadly and looked directly at his friend, "What shall I do Merlin?"

"You must do what your heart tells you Arthur."

"What if I don't know what that is?"

Merlin smiled slightly, "I think you do."

The next morning Arthur broke off his engagement to Mithian.

He felt so guilty as he stood there waiting for her to leave. She had announced that would be returning to Geldref that day. As she walked determinedly past him towards the car, he called out to her.

"Mithian….."

She stopped and turned to look at him

"Yes?"

He could see the hurt in her eyes, "forgive me?" he asked softly.

"The time for words is over Arthur."

"I understand….. and it is for this reason that I give up my claim to the Winterlands."

She looked at him in disbelief, "You would give up your claim to these lands?"

"I have no desire for further legal action. I do not wish to grieve you anymore than I already have." He gently assured her.

"Such an offer can not be entered into lightly…" her voice cracked slightly.

"I have already drawn up the documents and have had them sent to your solicitors office for them to look at. If you agree with my terms, I will give up my claim forthwith."

"and if I refuse them?"

"It is all I can offer," he looked down at the ground for a moment, then returned her gaze "I do so most humbly."

Mithian stared at him intently, "Tell me, who is it that trumps a Lady?" She asked.

He considered this question for a moment. "No one…and everyone…" he finally answered.

"What great family is she from?

"None, she is the daughter of a farrier."

"and for her you would risk your business, your company?" she looked at him quizzically.

"Without her they are worth nothing to me…." he said, it felt like an eternity before she spoke again.

"I would give up all my lands to be so loved." Her face softened and a small smile graced her lips, "Farewell Arthur."

"Farewell Mithian…"

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Arthur finally tore himself away from the window.

'Guinevere I need you….."

He walked to his desk and pressed the intercom.

"George?"

"Yes Mr Pendragon?" George answered timidly.

"Can you get Merlin for me please? Tell him I need to speak to him urgently."

"Certainly Mr Pendragon."

"Also, could you get my sister on the phone?"

"Your sister Sir?"

"Yes George, my sister."

"Morgana Sir?"

'Oh good grief…'

"No the evil queen from Snow White…" He answered sarcastically. "Of course Morgana!", 'Although I do believe that they are one and the same….It's time to make amends.' He thought. "Oh and George…"

"Yes Sir?"

"I'll need someone to help me reassemble my office please?" He asked sheepishly.

"Certainly Sir!" George answered.

Arthur knew what he needed to do and that he required help to do it. He hoped Morgana would forgive him, for it was she that could help him the most.

He had found out about Gwen's blind date from Merlin earlier that morning. The evidence of his feelings on the matter lay scattered and broken across the room. It had sent him into a blind rage, a pure blind jealous rage. He looked at the bracelet again. Only one person could calm him and he couldn't lose her.

'I miss you Guinevere.'

xxxxxxx

A/N: The Camelot building is based on the Shard which is the tallest building in London.

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