A Life without you
Guinevere always thought she wouldn't be able to cope without Arthur. When all hope was lost for his safe return, she felt like she was going to drown. The pain inside unbearable, like some invisible wave was crashing through her body and soul. And it intensified with the thought that she hadn't been there for him, not been there when his brave soul departed.
Gwen had actually felt like she wanted to die as well. What use was a life without Arthur, what use was it to get up in the morning, while the places where he used to walk, sit and sleep stayed empty? There was no other thing she would gladly do for him then to follow him into the abyss.
One morning she had gazed into her bedroom mirror and suddenly she understood. Like someone had whispered it in her ear. She should be strong, she was responsible for Arthur's life's work now, for the safety of Camelot and it's citizens. The people they loved. The coronation would be soon, and Arthur would look down at her in pride. Gwen had to believe that.
She had one question in her mind though. Merlin had also not come back to Camelot, and with everything that she got out of a devastated Gaius, she knew he had to be alive. Knowing Merlin as well as she did, the only probable reason for it would be that he felt he'd failed everyone. That he had failed Arthur and her. That he deserved to stay alone.
But Gwen knew he had to be found, she personally had to find him and bring him back to the place where he belonged, by her side. But she also really had to know...
Had Merlin been beside Arthur at the moment of his death?