Chapter two; part one Title; It doesn't matter what you wish - you'll never cease being who you are Pairing(s): Arthur/Guinevere, Guinevere/Lancelot, slight Merlin/Morgana and perhaps some Merlin/Freya
Author: JennnyJ
A.N. All the characters belongs to BBC, I'm just borrowing them for a while
Arthur moaned and turned around as the bright sunlight hit him right in the face.
Arthur sat up in his bed and shock marked his face when his blue eyes travelled around the unknown room.
No, not room, he corrected himself; it was a small house.
And before him, with a soft smile upon her lips, stood an elder woman with the same blond hair as he had.
The fair-haired woman laughed before she put a gentle hand on his forehead.
"Well, you have fever my dear", Ygraine declared before she turned around and walked over to the fireplace where it seemed as she were cooking. "But you are certainly not dead. You are just as your father – feeling a bit sick and both of you think it will kill you."
Arthur couldn't help smiling as he leaned back and watched his mother as she worked with their supper; her soft voice reaching him with a familiar song.
"Father used to sing that song to me when I was little", he remembered and Ygraine sent him a warm look over her shoulder.
"He used to do a lot when you were little", she added some herbs to the soup. "Now go back to sleep and I'll wake you when dinner is ready."
Arthur didn't want to sleep, he didn't want her do disappear. But he could feel how his eyelids got heavier and heavier and when he yawned, he couldn't push the sleep away any longer.
"I'm glad you're here, mother", he whispered before he fell asleep.
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In his dreams, Arthur where lying on a hard wooden bench. He wasn't able to move, not his legs or arms nor his eyelids or lips. He couldn't even hear his heart beat.
"Gaius, what will I do?" The desperate voice sounded familiar but Arthur's mind was so obscurely that couldn't place it.
"It's my fault – if I hadn't been so stupid"
And then, as if someone where leaning over his limp body, crying, Arthur could feel how something saturated his tunic. He tried to calm down whoever it was laying over him, tell him that he was safe with his mother now, but he couldn't find any breath to shape words of.
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"Arthur"
It wasn't his mother's voice this time and with his heart in his throat, Arthur opened his eyelids to find his father hovering over him with a concerned look in his face.
"Father", the young prince breathed and he was awarded with a relieved smile. "Mother, I saw her-"
He couldn't finish the sentence as his voice broke.
"She's in the castle", his father backed a few steps and Arthur recognised the tiny cottage where he'd waken earlier. "The queen sent for her, but before she left she wanted me to make sure that you got something to eat."
Arthur closed his eyelids with a sigh filled with relief, so she was still there.
"Well, are you going to eat or do you want your old man to put up with your mothers anger?"
The blond man smiled and rose from the bed, his back feeling stiff after sleeping for so long on the thin mattress.
He had to mind his head if not wanting to hit it in all the kettles and pans that where hanging from the wooden roof.
As he placed himself at the table, Uther gave him a bowl with hot soup.
"Wait a minute", Arthur said as he swallowed the first spoonful. "The queen you said? Who?"
It wasn't until then he saw the scruffy clothes that his father wore.
So he wasn't king anymore and his mother was no queen.
He swallowed; so his wish actually did come true; he was no prince.
Uther raised his eyebrows where he sat on the other side of the table.
"You must have been very ill, boy", he said as he looked at his son with worried eyes.
"Do you not remember Camelot's Queen and High Priestess Morgause?"
Arthur coughed so he wouldn't suffocate by all the soup that he'd just tried to swallow.
"She's our queen?"
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