Chapter 37: Gallows
Lyra woke to find Mordred sitting at her side.
"It's time." He said. "Get ready. Now."
She moaned. "Please..."
"Just get dressed." He said dully.
She sighed shakily. "If you just let me see him, I could s-!"
"You will. When he swings." Mordred cut her off.
"I'll never forgive you if you do this." She breathed.
Mordred smiled cruelly. "I don't want your forgiveness."
"Then what do you want from me?!" She demanded.
Mordred's smile faded. He didn't want to admit it, but, "You."
Lyra didn't reply. She just turned over. "If you kill Arthur... You'll never have me."
"I'm king. I'll have what I want." He hissed.
Lyra turned back to face him. "I'll runaway."
Mordred advanced on her then took hold of her forearm and yanked her into a sitting position. "If you ever runaway again, I'll break my promise, and you'll remain in here until you die." Lyra gasped.
"You can't!"
Mordred laughed. "Lyra, you keep forgetting: I decide what happens here."
Lyra wanted to hit him, but she didn't want to know the consequences. "Please..."
"If you don't get dressed, you can watch at your balcony. Now." Lyra did as he said, her silk night dress billowing behind her.
Mordred closed the balcony doors and locked them, so Lyra was locked outside. Lyra noticed and tried hitting on the door. "No! Mordred please!" but Mordred was half way out the room and ignored her yelling.
About two minutes later she heard the drums... She looked over the balcony to see the whole of Camelot around the gallows and Mordred talking to them.
"We are gathered here today to be witnesses of the hanging of a warlock, a traitor, and Arthur Penndragon!" He called out through the crowed. There were several gasps throughout the crowed as Mordred mentioned his predecessor.
The drums started again and three prisoners walked to the gallows, but then once the three were on the platform, four other figures surrounded it and there and they all vanished in a puff of smoke.
"...Meet us tonight, Darkling woods..." Merlin and Morgana's voices said together in Lyra's head.
Lyra smiled and looked down at Mordred, who was watching her smile widely. She didn't hide it, she didn't need to: Mordred knew how she felt.
About two minutes later Mordred was in front of his people... He looked over the balcony to see the whole of Camelot around the gallows and started talking to them.
"We are gathered here today to be witnesses of the hanging of a warlock, a traitor, and Arthur Penndragon!" He smirked as his people gasped at their las King's name.
Mordred gave them the signal and three prisoners walked to the gallows, but then once the three were on the platform, four other figures surrounded it and there and they all vanished in a puff of smoke.
He heard very faint voices in his mind, but he couldn't make out what was being said. It was as if they were trying to block him out. "...Meet us...Woods..."
He could tell that the message had been for Lyra as he saw her expression change
He watched her smile down at him and he was even more furious that she didn't try to hide it. He would break her happiness after this. He would make her fear him.
The entire crowed had left when Lyra started to think that Mordred wouldn't unlock the doors. It was getting dark and she still needed to find her way past the guards.
The door unlocked. But at the sight that greeted her on the other side frightened her beyond belief. The glint in his pale eyes showed her that she would rather die than face what he has in store for her. And the cold silence only made it worse as she knew that it would brake. And when that happens there would be hell.
She stared at floor, unsure of what she should do. "Remove your clothing." He ordered. Lyra's eyes widened in shock.
Mordred's icy impression didn't change. "I wont."
He raised his eyebrows. "You what?" He advanced on her, and every step forwards, another step she'd take back.
"I-I wont!" She attempted to say bravely. Mordred glared at her.
Mordred shook his head slightly. "I'll make this perfectly clear, whore... if you don't I'll tear it from your body."
Lyra's vision became foggy but she care, all she knew at that moment was that meeting hr friends in the forest was not going to happen. "Please don't..."
He cornered her and smirked. "Don't what? Do this?" He cupped her breast.
Lyra tried to push his away but her was too strong for her. "Stop!"
Mordred started to get irritated at her pointless struggling and slapped her. She yelped.
He dragged her to the bed and before Lyra could stop him he was on top of her, his hands roaming places they shouldn't be roaming. By that time he had successfully destroyed her happiness.
"Get of! I'm begging you!" She sobbed loudly.
Mordred kissed her. Lyra turned away but his kisses only got more deeper and more passionate. She closed her eyes as he stared at her threateningly.
He ripped her nightgown from her. Then he took his pants off and removed his shirt.
Lyra saw that as her chance. She kicked him as hard as she could and tried running away, but he grabbed her and held her down on the bed. She couldn't get away no matter how hard she tried.
He slapped her again, this time harder. "Whore!" He spat on her.
Lyra's cries were so loud it was amazing that nobody heard her screams. Or maybe Mordred put a spell on the walls or something. But whatever it was, it only scared her more.
Mordred took his time as he explored every part of her fragile little body before he forced himself inside of her. Lyra sobbed so much that she could hardly breathe. Mordred watched her the whole time, trying to break her completely.
He used the torn peace of her nightgown to gag her. Lyra had given up completely and just lay there as Mordred had her.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mordred stopped, but he didn't leave. He dragged her under the covers and he went under as well. "Sleep." He ordered her.
She didn't reply, instead she turned away from him. Mordred held her to him the whole night so his crotch was pressing against her.
He heard her sob quietly and whispered in to her ear. "Do not cry. This wont be the last time I have you, little whore." Lyra shuddered.