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Me: I have an announcement
Merlin: ughhh
Arthur: don't groan so loudly
Merlin: *glares*
Arthur: don't look at me like that its creepy
Me: hey!
Merlin: how would you like me to look at you SIRE
Me: I'm trying to speak
Flyaway213: *yells* shut up
Arthur: I'm the king
Flyaway213: yea and " I Am The Catalyst" does not own "Merlin" the world isn't fair yada, yada, yada let her speak
Merlin: fine let's hear it
Warnings: extreme merlin abuse; dirty old man Uther; live Ygraine & Balinor; dead Hunith; very evil morgana. This is MERTHUR NO ARWEN OR MERGANA JUST MERTHUR
Me: I have a new knight and she happens to be my Beta: Children-of-the-Blood. She will be helping with editing and other stuff when she has the time.
Children-of-the-Blood: yes I will nice to meet everybody
Me: I finally got a new charger yay
{With Arthur}
Arthur picked himself up as Merlin was carried from the room. Arthur turned on his father as soon as the doors closed and swung. Unprepared Uther fell back against his throne. The guards still in the room hesitantly moved forward and grasped Arthur's fore-arms. The moment their hands found purchase the doors burst open.
In ran a panting Sir Galahad and a disheveled Sir Leon. At the glares they received the knights stumbled over their own tongues until Galahad blurted "The queen sent us." Uther glare burned darker even as Arthur's fell from his face "What did she send you to do?" he demanded, hoping for news of Merlin. Sir Leon stepped forward "Nothing, my lord. She simply said to hasten to your side and inquire of you the day's events." Leon answered.
At the mere mention of what had happened Arthur's face burned red. "What happened is that the king struck my fiancé." Sir Leon masked his anger with confusion while Sir Galahad made his known. "He struck a woman! Of all the things to do." Sir Leon clapped a hand over his comrade's mouth. "Who, my lord?" Arthur turned his angry stare to Leon.
"Merlin princess of Alvion." Sir Leon gaped "Sire…" His voice trailed off as Balinor glared. "Yes Uther, you struck your son and then my daughter! Will you strike Ygraine next?" Uther drew himself affronted. "I would never…" Suddenly his eyes glazed over as memories over took him. Ygraine, crying and pleading with him. Arthur saw the horror in his father's eyes and began his struggling anew. "You didn't" he snarled "Tell me you didn't strike my mother." Uther's guilty eyes simply stared. Arthur realizing that resistance was futile went limp forcing the guards to support his weight, they gently placed him on the ground thinking unconscious. Balinor gestured for them to leave the room. Relieved at dismissal they hurried out of the room tripping over each other with "Yes, sires" and bows.
As soon as the doors shut Arthur lunged for his father pulling his sword from its sheath. Holding the tip to Uther's throat, Arthur reached over and removed the crown from his father's head and placing it on his own. "King Uther of Camelot you have been usurped. If you wish to preserve what little honor you have left you will leave and never return upon the pain of death. You will speak to no one and you will be gone by nightfall." Arthur stood tall and strong as his father stared uncomprehendingly. "Arthur… you must be joking" The look on Arthur's face did not waver. Uther's eyes widened. "Where am to go!" He demanded shrinking in on himself. Arthur strode forward "your estate in Cambia has a staff from your homeland does it not." Uther turned red with rage as he lunged at Arthur pulling a dagger from a scabbard around his ankle. Arthur ducked and Uther was thrown to the floor. Arthur hauled his father up by his collar, and held his blade to his neck and Uther's own weapon to his throat. Uther gulped his Adam's apple pushing against the unwavering metal. As Arthur moved to slit Uther's throat the throne the doors burst open. "Arthur" came a melodious voice. "Don't…please." Arthur's hand trembled pressing closer tears slipping down his face. Arthur felt delicate hands tugging his arm away. "Come Arthur, please just let him go." The weapons clattered to the floor and Arthur collapsed to his knees pulling Merlin with him.
He felt soothing hands gripping his hair, even as he buried his face in her raven locks. He heard her call for guards even s sobs racked his body. And even as she caressed and comforted him he heard his father's threats and curses. Even as he heard promises of love he was assaulted by curses of vengeance.