Uther is no longer angry. He is furious, irate, infused with a rage that radiate off of him. "Silence!" he screams, and finally the courts falls quiet; more than quiet, so silent that you could have heard a mouse squeak, had it not also been silent, for all living creatures notice and fear Uther's wroth... Except for Arthur, who stands to face his father.
"Ah Arthur, finally some sense, control your men if you don't wish them to see the chopping block. Clearly this fiend has used his magic to enchant the castle, but a knight should be able to beat such sorcery."
"Father... I will also speak for Merlin." The court room takes a collective gasp (yes, it's cliched, but this is medieval England so long before it became so).
"Arthur, he has clearly used his magic on you too. You will all think clearer once he is gone."
"No Father! Merlin doesn't need to enchant anyone with magic as he enchants everyone he meets by just being himself! Well, except those who hate him but proportionally they are few and generally evil."
"Did Morgana teach you nothing?!"
"Yes. She hates Merlin, which is even more evidence that he is good."
"He has magic, he is evil."
"He is not evil. He is loyal, clumsy, often an idiot, occasionally wise, always a good brave man and NEVER evil!"
"Arthur, you have been blinded by his trickery!"
"No, Father! YOU have been blinded by your hatred! Magic is not evil, why can't you see that?"
"It is! And all those who practice it will be put to death, along with those who protect them, for as long as I an king!"
Arthur bows his head in sadness, "I see I can not change your opinions on magic, so I will stop trying."
"Thank you Arthur. I'm sure you will think clearer and see I am right about magic once this sorcerer is gone and his enchantment is broken."
Now Arthur raises his head with a small sad smile on his lips but fiery determination in his eyes, "Oh, I never said you could have Merlin. If there's no chance for him to live under your reign then I'm afraid it will have to come to an end."
Uther bristles with anger "To speak like that is treason! I am your King!"
"Not for long, you're not," Arthur replies with a smirk that would make Morgana proud to call him family. "Now. Hand power over to me or I will take it."
"You won't get away with this!" Uther says with confidence belied by the fear in his eyes.
"Who's going to stop me?" Arthur laughs "You? And what army? Because your current one has followed me for years while you've hidden away in this room; the same army who have been charmed by Merlin, always keeping spirits up during marches, making sure everyone eats enough before he even starts his meal. Or will you make a new army of your other subjects? All those nearby adore Merlin as much as we in this courtroom do, and those further a field know I'm the one who rides out to help them instead of sending others to simply collect taxes. You have no one who will back you against me! Give up now before you get hurt."
Uther sits, thinking hard over Arthur's words, then looks up with an evil glint in his eyes, providing even more evidence that Morgana is indeed a Pendragon. "You're right. No one will follow me instead of you. But they would if I was the only person available to lead."
Arthur has just enough time for a look of confusion to pass over his face and be hidden before Uther reveals his meaning, leaping forward sword drawn, tip pointed directly at Arthur's chest protected only by his red tunic. But before Uther has a chance to reach his destination his course is altered... straight into the stone wall behind the line of thrones, knocking him unconscious.
Author: So... what do you think? I can't judge if it's any good because I just wrote it while riding a fangirl high from the latest episode. OMG, two days until the last EVER episode! I don't know if I'm happy that we'll finally getting the magic reveal or cry that it's almost over (I'm leaning towards the latter).