Just finished reading Leviathan. OHMYFREAKINGGODS. BEST. BOOK. EVER. I NEED THE NEXT ONE. LIKE, NOW. In other news...

Sorry I haven't been updating lately, my life has been INSANE! Yes! In the summer! I've had band camp for the past two weeks, so my schedule looked like this:

10:00am: Wake up

10:00am-2:00pm: Take care of stuff and/or hang with friends

2:00pm/2:30pm-3:00pm: Get ready for band camp

3:30: Get picked up for band camp

4:00pm-8:00pm: BAND CAMP!

(8:00pm-8:30pm: extremely LONG pep talk)

9:00pm: Die on couch

So I just haven't had the time to even reply to PMs, much less write a story! Special thanks to Merlinfanatic77 for being an awesome fanfiction buddy! Yay! ;D

... Hehe I had to watch a lot of season 4 Merlin episodes to churn this one out, but I eventually settled on Mithian, because watching her fall for Arthur breaks my heart ;(

Title: For the Best

Words: 308

Summary: Mithian reflects on her unrequited love...

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I don't own Merlin... *sighs*

Mithian started blankly out of the carriage, idly watching the scenery flash by. She had shed enough tears, lost enough of her heart to a man who could never give any of his back. It was owned by someone else, after all.

A blacksmith's daughter. She tried to laugh, but it came out just how she felt. Empty. Dry. Yet it was so... Arthur. He might have rode through the forest with her on hunts. He might have said things that made her heart flutter. He might have genuinely enjoyed her company. But he didn't love her. Even from the moment she stepped into the walls of Camelot, his heart had belonged to another. She had had no chance at his love.

When she had first heard, she had been angry, furious. She had been tricked- played with! He had stolen her heart and then dropped it on the floor, even kicked some dirt over it for good measure. Hatred had bubbled up inside her, red hot anger had surfaced, instinctually, she had reached for her hunting knife, ready to tear up the first thing that got in her path- and then, abruptly, it had all stopped, and the fiery rage had been replaced by empty sadness. She had dropped her knife, and collapsed on the floor. Arthur didn't deserve this. He wasn't evil. He didn't want to hurt her. He just couldn't be happy with her. And the first of many tears had rolled down her cheek.

Now she was sitting in her carriage, ignoring Emily's constant questions about her comfort, and reflecting on Camelot. She was returning to Nemeth. Eventually she would marry, but she probably wouldn't love her spouse. At least Arthur would love his.

Yes, it was probably for the best, him and this blacksmith's daughter. But it didn't make it hurt any less.

Well. this turned out a little bigger than I expected. But I am pleased. *nods sagely* Can you even nod sagely? Feh. I can ;) Now it's time to go back to that summer homework... *sigh*