... uh, hey. I know it's been a while. And everyone probably assumed I'd met an untimely end, but nope, still alive. I'm back on track with my Armione feels. So, here's to Armione, and too my faithful readers for never abandoning me.

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"If I know what love is, it is because of you."

-Hermann Hesse

Arthur dreamed that night of his life. He dreamed of her father's hands clapping on his shoulders in praise, and his father's laughter at parties, and his father looking down from the throne of Camelot. He dreams of a time his father must have been happy with his mother, and the times where the people adored their King. He dreams of a little girl with long black hair and a very short temper. A girl who was there throughout most of his childhood, a girl he defended, a girl who he thought of as a sister.

But mostly, he dreams of Hermione.

He dreams of her golden smiles, and blushing cheeks and sunlight kisses. Of her long hair, bouncing behind her as she passes him in the corridor. Of her small, thin hands and how they feel on his body. Of her body, pushed against his as it was when they danced. He dreams of the life they might share together, and all they could accomplish with her by his side.

But these dreams quickly turn to nightmare.

His proud and jovial father becomes a corpse, weakened by magic and stabbed to finish him off. The annoying little girl becomes a devious, traitorous fully grown Morgana, wielding the crown of Camelot like a weapon as she terrifies his people. Hermione's nightmares are the worst. He has no clue what she's going through under Morgana. This gives his imagination free reign to imagine the most horrifying situations possible. Sometimes he wakes shaking, and sometimes he has to wake Merlin because he has reopened a wound that needs re-healing.

Poor Hermione, sweet Hermione, his Hermione.

I will get her back, He swore to himself, shaking off the remnants of a nightmare featuring a bleeding, mad Hermione, crying out for him in a dark hovel. Even if I have to kill Morgana, and the whole bloody lot of them singlehandedly.

Arthur rolled over, ignoring a twinge of pain at his shoulder. I'm coming Hermione. Stay alive.

Thanks again my lovelies! Shoutout to all my reviewers last chapter: Iloveallthefandoms, everlastingtrueromance, gemmz24 & NorthernLights25.

Here's a sneaky-peaky-preview of the next chapter.

Cendred none too gently rolled the woman over, and was shocked to discover the pool of blood under her body. A shard of glass protruded from her stomach, and her lips moved in continual motion of what he realized was the vermin prince's name.

Arthur ... Arthur ... Arthur ...