Arthur had set it up carefully, the knights guarding Uther would bring him in after all the councilmen were gathered, so that they all would realise at the same time what was happening, and no one had an advantage over a rival.
Hunith and Gwen would enter through a different door, separating aggressor and the injured further, without the women looking as though they had been discussing 'correct' answers with Prince Arthur and his close advisors. The older woman was a physician's assistant who had treated Gwen, and both were escorted by a man far more dangerous than he looked to allow Emrys and his King to focus on their own tasks.
Merlin's knee jiggled under the table, he wished he had someone more experienced to ask, was tempted to reach for Isildur or Kilgarrah even, but it made more sense to wait until they were finished here and he could give them news.
Arthur's own nerves were far less visible, showing only in the tightness around his mouth. Merlin doubted anyone but Uther and those already in the room would see it. The years of practice to control every expression were well spent.
Gwaine had adopted a similarly blank expression that looked wrong on him, but he didn't have time to question it, the heavy door swung open, a rotund Lord with florid complexion striding in looking as though he'd certainly heard something.
The others followed him, appearances ranging from plain curiosity to barely suppressed rage.
The door slammed shut and Merlin crushed the urge to run as his own mind stored it as the door closing finally on his old life, a final chance to run he was choosing not to take. Nausea rolled over him and his skin felt too tight. Gwaine grabbed his right thigh under the table and squeezed hard, giving him a point to focus on outside his own head.
Behind them stood someone he had never expected to find comforting, cocking an eyebrow at Merlin's changed appearance and nodding his approval. He doubted anyone else would take consolation from a taciturn spirit inviting themselves to a meeting.
One had taken a proper look at the two new men by Arthur's side and turned almost purple teeth grinding together, while another, who had been with Lord Geoffrey's sympathisers was barely hiding his glee as his gaze fixed on them.
Arthur could see one of them freeze as his eyes settled on Sir Gwaine, and the man next to him shake his head in a silent denial, noting the dawning horror as he stared blatantly at Merlin. Any of the younger men couldn't recognise the meaning on sight, or were distracted by being summoned with so little warning to an urgent meeting of the Council. Too often recently that had heralded an attack. When all were seated, impatience trumping anger about a servant sitting by the king this time, as that could be addressed when the Prince declared the session open, Arthur met the eyes of each in turn gauging the mood of the men. Taking a deep breath he decided it couldn't be put off any longer, the room should still be shielded and no man was going to walk out without an explanation so he didn't anticipate any immediate storm outs, he doubted Merlin would allow them anyway with the mood he was in. With a last sideways glance to his best friend Arthur began to address the room.
"Today is a day that I had hoped would never come. One I have been avoiding, in vain hopes of saving something- someone dear to me. This year has not been a kind one to many here in Camelot; we are resilient, determined, and proud people, and it is an honour to defend this land, but our land and freedom has cost all of us dearly. Men I knew well, men I had grown and trained with, trusted, have been lost, and I denied what was clear to everyone who could see. That my father is one of them. His body may have survived, but his mind did not. I have been in consultation with the Court physician, and with others who knew him well, all of whom are in agreement that his mental state and stability has been deteriorating for some time. I recently learned that he has been treated for a long time for an old wound which appears to have weakened him and contributed to several impairments that have been somewhat compensated for by his advisors where possible. My father, as you are all well aware was a forceful man and difficult to resist or deny, and never compromised once he had reached a decision, several of you suffered and lost friends as a direct result of it. Master Physician Gaius is present with us and willing to give his testimony regarding my father's condition and prognosis. Until there was proof that it was progressive he was bound by an oath not to break his king's confidence, an oath he took very seriously." Arthur directed a dark look at the old man.
"Over the last months Uther has proven himself incapable of leadership, unable to hold diplomatic meetings, unpredictable, and increasingly violent towards those around him. In the last week alone he has raised his hand towards me, and injured the Lady Guinivere without cause in a fit of paranoia. Months ago I reluctantly became Camelot's Regent at much urging from all of you. At that time I insisted on taking only temporary Regency, against the advice of several experienced Court members. Today I am revoking the 'temporary' part of that status and will henceforth be Camelot's permanent Regent. The uncertainty of Camelot's kingship risks making our enemies bold, and following investigations I made with a mind to begin my own rule prepared, and the losses our knights and defences have suffered we cannot afford that weakness and uncertainty. As king Uther knowingly left our defences depleted for years and we have begun to reap the results of some unwise decisions that were taken.
Uther has been receiving constant care and has regularly abused those people, after losing all control yet again and attacking one of my Household for the second time in a week, without cause and showing no remorse. Due to the severity of an attempted murder he was taken down to the cells overnight until he could be brought before the Council and formally removed from his position." Arthur held up his hand as the room exploded. He'd have to wait until that was done and Uther escorted away again before mentioning the less private trial for treason.
Two of the noblemen remained quiet and Arthur resolved to ensure they were kept on the council. He wasn't going to underestimate someone for sitting quietly in the chaos after Lord Geoffrey.
He allowed them a few minutes to shout over the top of each other and fight to be heard, confirming who fell on which side, before nodding to Geoffrey.
Bringing his hand down hard on the table and wondering at the unusually loud echo he called over them, finding his voice oddly amplified and shooting a surprised look at Merlin, receiving a small shrug.
"SILENCE!" Arthur roared. Most of them obeyed, seeing the dangerous look on his face, though one began staring at Gwaine, as though trying to work out why he was here at all.
One of his least favourite of his father's fanatics continued to glower, and his apparent supporter sneered as he spoke, "Not to doubt the young prince's words, but I have seen the king dine and amuse guests since he took the temporary regency. I cannot support this action without proof." There was a murmur of agreement from two others that Arthur knew enthusiastically supported Uther's policies, he'd been expecting it.
Turning he waved to Gaius. "The Court Physician oversaw Uther's care and health for many years. Your own too. Even before my father's personal violence escalated again he had given a recommendation to permanently remove the man from power. We simply intended to do it differently. Gaius, speak your piece."
Merlin kept his eyes locked on Gaius as his mentor stood, he wondered if the others present could see the pain, or how much older he looked. Even the robes that hid so much, like the weight loss, couldn't erase that much. His uncle and friend looked directly at Arthur, and Merlin, eyes haunted but showing clear resolve. "Yes Sire."
He faced the council as he had hundreds of times over the years, when they had ignored most of his input unless it was directly related to magic or possible contagion. His influence had always been stronger behind closed doors, within a private friendship with the king. Surviving association with Uther so long though did earn a measure of grudging respect and the men watched him impatiently. "What Crown Prince Arthur informed you of is accurate. Uther has been able to hold conversations periodically, and with heavy medication has stable periods that have enabled him to be seen in supervised settings in order to prevent a panic, and limit rumours and speculation. His condition is degenerative and incurable. It is not magical, but physical. I cannot in conscience support the charade that he may one day recover, and the man to whom I swore allegiance decades ago would rather die than suffer the inevitable public humiliation if we allow him to represent his House or this kingdom. He sees hallucinations. Days where he believes it is the past, and refuses to accept I am who I say. I hate to see my old friend this way, but we have a responsibility to ensure he never again tries to regain control and disable his claim, if it were anyone else I would already have quietly offered them a hemlock draught... longer than I'd like to admit to anyone but the king. The coronation may not have been held yet, but in every practical and tangible way that has been Prince Arthur for a long time. He is experienced in battle, and in negotiation, trusted by his men, and skilled. He has trained from a young age for kingship, and will defend his kingdom to the last breath. It is my belief that Prince Arthur ought to have been made king when it first became clear that Morgana's attack had severely compromised him."
A barrel chested Lord with greying hair sat opposite him, grimacing in distaste. "If you say the king is incurable I must accept it, but to Install Arthur? He's too reckless. We need a level head in such times. Wisdom."
Geoffrey frowned deeply as he answered sharply, "I think you mean Crown Prince Arthur. For months he has been doing everything any crowned king would and you've barely noticed! If anything it's been smoother than previous recoveries from attacks. Wisdom and balance is why a man has advisors he chooses. A wise man chooses men with a variety of perspectives to offer." He gazed out at the group who really only offered one and watched them shift uncomfortably.
"This gathering is not the sign of a reckless young man, but the result of evaluation, consulting with experts, and by calling the meeting he is not seeking your approval like some young boy, but giving forewarning to allow you to prepare for the change if you must. Do not misunderstand like a self absorbed child, king Uther will enter this room and be informed of the decision that has been taken for the safety of all Camelot. He will leave as the father of the new King, without title or claim, there is much you are not privy to. You may stay and support our next king, or leave with the old one, finally equal to him." The pair locked in a staring match, the first seeming to understand but be unwilling to acknowledge he was outmaneuvered.
Arthur interrupted the silent battle of wills, gesturing to the rest of the table, "Enough. Are there any others who have something to say?" The almost bored tone had Merlin wince, if he hadn't known objecters would be removed he was sure that one would have lost his place for simple lack of courtesy, even he wouldn't speak that way to Arthur in front of the Council that way.
One of the ones who had managed to appear moderate nodded, "I would like to see evidence that these 'attacks' took place, people have been known to make claims before against good men. Also to ask a second medical opinion, Gaius is good but has been known to make mistakes and state that some things are fatal which are not." Arthur smothered a sigh, it wasn't an unreasonable demand.
"Gwaine, bring in the Ladies." He indicated the side door and the knight obeyed instantly, drawing a raised brow from more than one in attendance.
Merlin barely recognised his mother as she led Gwen in, admittedly slightly exaggerating the support she was providing, but Gwaine played along as he quietly offered his seat and stood behind their friend. "You are looking at it," Stated Arthur calmly. My own bruises haven't yet faded, and there have been many others less visible, but I ride to war, my own bruises are cause for concern only because of how I got them. He has a history of attacking girls under his control that I thought was gone, apparently not. This time he struck the Lady Guinivere with enough force to knock her from her feet, the bruising and swelling is reduced due to swift medical attention. Her ribs while bruised are fortunately not cracked. Her life was saved only because of the intervention of Sir Percival and Sir Lancelot."
"Your personal favourites, Sire."
Arthur didn't blink, "My best, Lord Argyle. I would not have left my father with less than my most trusted knights." He gave the man a look as though concerned that he would even think of trusting Uther to just any knights to guard, and the man blushed. He didn't need to know that it wasn't for the reasons he assumed.
Hunith had styled Gwen's hair to subtly emphasise the injury and Merlin had to grant it was well done, the shade of dress bringing out the colouration the same way it would emphasise eye colour. Necessary, he decided, as Gwen's naturally dark colouring concealed more from men used to seeing and judging severity of bruises on pale skin. The scratch would scar without his intervention he concluded, and the split lip was obvious.
"And this was unprovoked? Perhaps she just has problems listening." A nasty smirk crossed the face of a man in the corner, younger than most of the others. Arthur growled, "I'll have the name of your wife before you leave this room, as of now she is no longer your responsibility sir."
A couple of the men looked genuinely shocked to find that their Prince found the practice of physically disciplining women unacceptable. "As you can see, the physical damage is visible and will take quite some time to heal, but his intent was to kill the woman I was courting. I would be glad to offer a second medical opinion but after requesting one found that it was not possible to get one as Camelot has only Master Gaius, and his assistant, Merlin. Not Camelot the citadel, the kingdom. As my duties have increased as Regent, so have Merlin's, so we are fortunate that one who trained with Gaius years ago has recently returned from an extended stay in Cenred's kingdom. Lady Hunith is less practiced, but certainly better trained than almost any others I have seen, and has been tested by both Gaius and Lord Geoffrey for competence and reason. As to the legitimacy of Gaius diagnoses and retraction of fatality, I do not think you will like the answers, but he is not an alarmist. An explanation will be given once the primary issue of Uther is dealt with."
No one moved.
"You would take the throne from the king over a peasant woman in fancy dress?" The one who saw nothing wrong with violence to unarmed women scoffed, "Will we also go to war over the next skirt you chase?"
Arthur seethed, barely restraining himself, but before he could reply he heard a woman's calming voice from his right hand side carry properly over the grumbling.
"A dress does not make a woman, as a sword does not make a man. Lady Guinivere may have been born to a blacksmith to the castle armoury, but she is a Lady of the court, both through her brother Sir Elyan, and as my companion, sir. Prince Arthur introduced me as an ex student of Gaius, which is true. What he did not say, as it really does not concern you in any way, is that I am a returning Lady of Camelot. My husband died honourably defending his family, and I came to stay with what remains of it and discuss the inheritance with the Regent and my son, the rightful heir of his father. Unfortunately my brother in law is no longer physically and mentally well enough to fulfil his previous duties, so I believe that the issue must be taken up with his son. The Crown Prince of Camelot. You will respect the Lady under my protection or I will present a witnessed case for slander to the Regent of Camelot. I doubt he will take your part in this case. How much do you think he will fine you?" Her hands were firmly on her hips, one eyebrow raised as she regarded the man trying to shrink in on himself. "Or, I suppose, since it's the first time I have witnessed this particular offence, I suppose you could simply make a full public apology and retract your accusations. Whichever you prefer." Hunith waited, as though it made no difference to her what he chose. Merlin wasn't sure whether to be proud or horrified, and Arthur was just barely suppressing his laughter. Gaius had hung his head in his hands muttering about never letting anything go.
Humiliated the man gritted out an apology that covered the bare minimum, but it was accepted as this time there were more important things at stake than their dignity. Gwaine didn't bother pretending and grinned at the man evilly, deciding that Merlin's mum should be at every council meeting. All they'd need then to make it tolerable would be ale. Even Lord Geoffrey wore a small smile, which for him was like waving a sign in support of her.
Arthur sighed, it was like trying to herd cats.
He kicked Merlin and startled him out of his thoughts, for once glad of being kicked back. He was still awake then.
"Since we are all agreed that the injured parties were in fact injured, that the only trained physicians still alive in Camelot agree that Uther is incapable of serving the kingdom, or of adequate recovery, let him be brought forth."
"Yes Sire." Answered Gaius, if his word was significant in this he would at least take the responsibility and meet his old friends eyes.
As the door opened Sirs Leon and Percival escorted him forcefully in, having the least obvious loyalty and ties to Guinivere.
The king in name radiated fury, drawing himself to his full height as he faced down the council, fixing on Gaius. "So, you have decided to join the band of traitors? I loved you like a brother! We planned the very conquest of Camelot together, fought together, even believed your oath to reject the evils of magic and its users, like I trusted your oath of allegiance. I should have known better and burned you with the others before it could turn you." An undercurrent of true sadness almost caused Gaius to falter, but it was not the same man staring back at him as the one who had been a brother to him. He couldn't erase the years of horror between.
"If you had you'd have died years ago, and very few would have mourned you. You needed me, and I let myself be used, brother. I thought perhaps we could protect them, mitigate some of the hate. They are not traitors. We are loyal to Camelot."
"You swore allegiance to me."
Gaius shook his head sadly, "The man I made that oath to died with Queen Igraine. Mercy would have been to kill the shell left behind."
The councillors gasped, Gaius had never threatened Uther before, hardly ever let feeling colour his responses, his restraint only failing if it involved his ward. Even now his tone was almost bland, as though discussing perfectly normal council business, but it was glaringly obvious that something had changed between them.
The muttering ceased and turned to silence with one quiet word.
"Father." Arthur watched him steadily, no cracks in his armour for Uther to attack, without any visible insecurity, waiting for what he knew was coming.
"No. I disowned you." A hiss by his side kept him focused away from the pain that brought him. Another blow would have been easier, Uther knew it and Arthur had no intention of letting him witness that grief. Instead he shrugged, and stared the man down answering him smoothly.
"After I held you to account, yes. A few days ago after I disagreed with you on a point. You never could abide anyone disagreeing with you. Stable men don't chain their children in dungeons for that. Especially little girls. You decided that because you were seeing things it was time for you to be given vetoing and decision making power, despite recent attempts to murder people I love, and being supervised for risk of harming yourself. Camelot cannot have a king without risk assessment skills or consideration of consequences. You will never be a safe man to grant power."
Uther snarled and lunged for Arthur, caught and restrained easily by Percival, "I made this kingdom safe, I cleansed it, it will always be mine. You can call it your own but it will always reflect my image back at you, from every corner; give it up, you know you're not ready, still just playing at being king until daddy comes to the rescue." The dark look he gave Arthur turned Merlin's stomach.
Arthur finally lost his cool, throwing his arms out, disgusted. "You poisoned it. Poisoned everything. Brought death and destruction, and fire. It doesn't change anything here and now, you are not fit or able to serve. With My own authority as Regent I remove your status and any power you once held; and with the support of Lord Geoffrey, the Court physician Gaius, Balinor's son, and the heir of Caerleon to witness I really don't think you have enough men willing to walk away with you giving up their own lands and titles. I know for a fact that none can win if they challenge me to a duel openly." He looked around him, seeing the truth of it sink in for the rest.
Uther's eyes widened as he seemed to finally see the full room, eyes darting to fix on Merlin at Arthur's right side, "YOU!" He growled,
"Me." Merlin nodded casually, leaning forward, "But most assuredly not my actions or direction, he only found out the truth. You were sloppy Uther. Arrogant. You were not good enough." Merlin ignored any title or respect, Uther was offering him none.
"Balinor's son." Colour drained from his face as Lachlan strolled round to wave over Merlin's shoulder with a smirk, ignored entirely by Merlin who gave no indication of being aware of him, and suddenly Uther realised how he recognised the coat and turned green, "Wearing dead men's coats."
Merlin rolled his eyes, "Well I really don't know what else you expected since you had all of them murdered, and yes it's not my House symbols, but the dragons don't seem to mind, and no one said the family markings had to be on a coat. I don't think Lord Lachlan would mind, do you? Not that you can ask him, but if you could and he was here I think he'd be rather pleased it was being used." Merlin shrugged at his green pallor as he began to question everything.
"Then who is Caerl…" He saw Gwaine grinning wickedly giving them a friendly wave. "Terribly sorry about skipping that part in introductions, but I had visited before, and everyone seemed to be in such a bad mood. Anyway, remember that time you exiled me? That was after the whole Prince Arthur killing my idiot half brother by the way- super inconvenient for father. If you'd only not done that I'd have been here for their visit and far too returnable for comfort, not that I'm special like Prince Regent here or his cousin, but you really did blow that one. Sadly for me, not everyone in Camelot is so woefully unobservant and my grace period finally ran out, so Arthur may have to own up to finding the lost rogue heir. I was planning to put that under the AOCB section of this afternoon, honest. Even dressed up for it and everything." He turned the hand he'd waved around to show the ring and seal he was wearing, drawing a string of curses from the ex-king.
"Percy mate, I think you've been a bad influence on your charge here." Percival simply rolled his eyes, the silent as a rock thing worked for him in the council chambers. Lord Geoffrey had completely closed off, and Uther knew from experience that attempting to talk would be like persuading a wall.
It was only when his eyes came to rest on Hunith, her total disappointment and desolate resignation clear in every line that he admitted defeat to himself. He had imagined storming the council chambers and his men rushing to his side the way they had in the past, wide agreement that the boy had overstepped, yet they had abandoned him for their own self interest! Somehow while he wasn't watching and controlling Arthur his obedient boy had become a self assured man. He'd stopped needing Uther's approval, not stopped wanting it, but he wasn't waiting for or expecting that; and since Uther had never offered the unconditional love that some soft parents did, Arthur didn't expect it. He couldn't lose what he didn't have, so Uther knew that he wouldn't trust any such declaration or demonstration he might make now. Even the truth would seem like manipulation, and Uther realised just how badly he had ruined them all. What Arthur had never been given from those who should have shown him love and connection he had found somewhere else; he had made himself a true family and chosen it over the father he felt had betrayed him, and the could-have-been sister who hated them. The outcasts and lost ones had somehow, impossibly, formed their own, and they would all support Arthur to the death he knew. Even the monster. His breath caught, the young ones must not know, they didn't know the servant had magic, of course they didn't. That would make them see, the evil hiding with them! He almost shouted in triumph but was too late, as he tried to call out 'Emrys' his voice was silenced. Arthur was already talking again. "Your rule is ended Uther. Finished. It's over. Sir Percival will escort you with Sir Leon, to your temporary accommodations. There is one more ceremony that you will be required to take part in- don't worry, it has no elements of the Old Religion Father. Uniquely Pendragon. You told me that there must be consequences for a man's choices, and that a true king takes responsibility. Even when they want to pass it to someone else we have a duty to pass fair judgement and not show favouritism. It was an unpleasant learning experience but effective, I will never forget that father. Thank you."
He turned away, addressing Percy tonelessly, while the knight was still firmly gripping the ex-king, "Take him away. Don't harm him."
Percival nodded tightly. Seeing Gwen now, without the chaos to distract him, it was far harder to resist the urge to hurt the old king, but Merlin nodded firmly at Arthur's side and Percy knew he wouldn't get away with even an 'accident'. The Old bastard was luckier than he knew. For everything he'd done Percival would happily end him, but the two men heading the table were the only ones who actually had that right. If even Emrys said it wasn't time yet he'd play nice, for now. "Shut up and move." he grunted at the elder Pendragon, not waiting as he dragged the man from the room which had already dissolved into factions and griping that Percival was grateful not to be a part of.
Merlin stared at the way Uther had gone even after it closed, it felt too surreal, and with the man gone, the council would begin to actually process the statements and claims that had been thrown about. Even outing Gwaine and himself as potentially Important People to the council almost casually. Whatever Arthur had been planning he doubted it involved his mother stirring up the decidedly misogynistic Council, still, if it gave any protection to Gwen, Arthur would probably be in favour of most things. They'd already added experimental methods of discouraging man eating moles to that list, why not Merlin's battleaxe of a mother?
In all his fantasies about this moment there had been violent opposition immediately, unavoidable bloodshed, he'd never counted on shock or the selfishness of men wanting to work out what was in their best interests before committing to a side and agenda, or where his having magic or being Emrys was not the central fact of a meeting. Perhaps he should have, given the non-event his first declaration to them was, the way mostly- sane Uther had shrugged it off with an 'arrest him now, execute him in the morning then' without even looking properly at him until Arthur had shown up and claimed he was just in love with Guinivere. It still made his gut twist that she'd been accused of witchcraft and slated for execution because of him, and was one more mark against Uther in his eyes. Really, how she'd managed to let it go enough to court Prince Arthur was impressive, but then, he supposed there were those who thought the same about his own relationship with the new yet-to-be-crowned king.
He knew that the trial where he actually admitted to being a warlock and Uther was prepared with nothing to lose anymore would be very different. That would be a fight, and the lines would have been drawn by Lords who had established better what would line their pockets best. Gwaine looked frustrated by the bickering, Gaius was wearing his disapproving eyebrows as full grown men started throwing wild theories around, and Hunith had the same expression as when his five year old self accidentally set fire to their roof, he cringed. Side eyeing Arthur he rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, the uncrowned King tried not to show how much it was getting to him, but they'd had their moment to complain loudly.
"ENOUGH! By Camelot you are like children! Badly behaved, ill mannered children at that. How anything gets done with self serving fools here is beyond me, unless your estates are sending you to the Court simply to get you out of their way. Sit down and shut up." An unnatural silence fell over the group, and Arthur suspected Merlin had something to do with that, but this one time he wouldn't protest the intervention. "Listen carefully, because you'll hear nothing further of it until the trial of Uther Pendragon, and no one outside of this sound-proofed room will hear of it at all before then either, anyone discussing it will be held guilty of collaboration with a known criminal and sentenced with him. To answer some of your clamouring questions and demands no, the Lady Hunith is not exaggerating, or lying, Lord Geoffrey himself has checked her lineage and recorded her birth here in Camelot. My father recognised her and had no reason to feel threatened until he realised there was a child- no longer a child really, but a man. You need not panic and start planning coups, we are allies already and have been for a long time. No, the fact we have only two physicians in the whole of Camelot is not untrue, and it has unquestionably contributed to the number of deaths over many years. Indeed, until Merlin came to train under Master Gaius there was only one, because my father equated healing and saving lives with magic, and physicians must brew remedies with many of the same plants, in different ways. Many burned, and eventually those training elsewhere stopped coming. Warriors are supposed to accept death as an innate risk of their work. Healers are not expected to risk a violent death.
Gaius has been known to declare some wounds or sicknesses fatal, only to have a patient unexpectedly recover, myself included on several occasions and some of you wrongly questioned his skills because of this.
You may be shocked to learn that on the occasions this has occurred, healing magic has been used, without which all would have been fatal. Some of this without our awareness, and some at my father's command when it affected his family directly, and no, the vast majority of those interventions were not the doing of Gaius himself, or at least not alone.
On some occasions Uther looked the other way, and on others it was a direct order, in some cases he made assumptions and thanked the physician for breaking the oath he forced him to take. In light of this hypocrisy and a great deal of other factors I have concluded that healing magic, with strict regulations, must be made legal. It cannot be available only to the royal household while peasants and minor nobles are executed for less. I understand that many of you may be unsettled, even fearful of such a change, but I have seen too many good men die of simple wounds, nicked arteries, without a skilled healer nearby, but with someone who could save him if it would not have meant their death and that of their families. What you do in your own household for care will be your own responsibility, not my command unless you cause someone harm.
Regarding Households, none of you will be collecting any gold or rewards for 'finding' Sir Gwaine, a message has already been sent to invite King Caerleon and Queen Annis for a diplomatic visit," It was a lie, but since he fully intended to do so as soon as the meeting finished Arthur considered it an almost truth. Gwaine sighed resignedly. "None of you have any influence in what is decided between us about his future.
The Lady Guinivere is under my protection and Lady Hunith's, and her son's, as one of the advisors to the king I am granting her the choice of which ancient Household she wishes to join, or would stay as part of Sir Elyan's. You will not touch her. Lady Hunith wishes not to be inactive after so long living independently, and will return to her prior position as Gaius full time assistant for advanced training. I do not believe she requires me to warn you all, but it would be unfair not to add that she is protected by a man even fiercer and more protective of those he loves. Lord Geoffrey has verified all claims as legitimate and examined the heirlooms that each had, using a different test for the one who was given none. I have learned that some unique skills are inherited by blood. You may ask questions, politely."
Several sat quietly, clearly contemplating the implications and trying to absorb it, and others began shouting about lunacy and evils never polluting their lands again.
Arthur crossed his arms, giving them the look of deadly calm they all knew from watching him fight. "Anyone unable to comply with the law, or discuss their problems like civilised men is welcome to walk out that door and leave the council. They will obviously still be bound by the agreement not to discuss council business, no one is keeping you here against your will."
The Lord who had been yelling about poison still looked apoplectic but he sat down heavily, gritting his teeth.
"And if I refuse? My son died by magic, it is evil."
Arthur's eyes narrowed. "I was there. Your son died in battle, during a fight we initiated at Uther's demand, attacking a camp. He killed three of their men in front of their children before 'magic killed him'. It could have saved another of the men present who lost his forearm and succumbed to infection. They served with me, and we knew the risks. That day the very threatening thing we intervened in was dinner. There were plates waiting and a stew on the fire. Threatening indeed. But Uther gave the command, so we followed it. The Druids hadn't taken Morgana; they never took Morgana. She sought them out of her own accord because she couldn't ask questions in Camelot and was terrified of her own guardian. You can refuse, but your refusal will see your title pass to the next in line, and next again until there is one who will protect your family. I'm not my father, I'm not going to execute you for refusing to follow the laws, but you will lose your title and home. If your son had died on the blade another man was using that day, would you refuse to allow anyone to use knives anymore? Of course not. This is not a new king welcoming dark magic into our kingdom. I am simply recognising that a King should not freely use something he executes others for associating with. Knowing what I do now, about how many times I have been saved by magic, and the lives of my knight, even my father, I cannot in conscience continue to live so hypocritically. It is not a decision I take lightly, how could it be? Like many who fight for Camelot I have seen many things and been conflicted about many things through the years. It is time that we were able to discuss such concerns without fear of burning for asking the wrong question."
The old man looked less sure of himself, still angry, but pensive, "I will consider it."
Arthur nodded, "You will give me your answer by noon tomorrow, the Council should have the actual Lords meet. Do not think it is something to pay lip service to here, Patrols will obviously continue as usual, but often stop by, you can expect unexpected visits from Camelot's finest." He smiled as though extending a kind offer, and ignored the downcast look of his detractor.
One of those who had been quiet and calculating spoke up, clear grey eyes piercing him, "You spoke of an ally, and this Lady Hunith's defender, yet you mentioned no name. Why? I may trust you Sire, but I cannot trust an unknown man."
This one he'd definitely have to keep an eye on resolved Arthur as he considered his answer.
An almost weary sigh came from his side, but the smile Merlin wore was confident as he replied,
"He gave no name because he had not asked if I wished to come forward yet. At least one of you has some sense, honestly, because questions about laws and taxes are all well and good, but you actually noticed what wasn't said. I'm not going to ask for your trust. Not the whole way anyway, because when it comes down to it, I'm a liar, I am honest with Arthur. I have no hidden motivations, my purpose in being here has almost from the beginning been to protect Arthur from everything he couldn't handle himself, as not everything can be driven off with a sword and mace. Not that I knew when I came here that it was the reason. I originally came to train under my Uncle as a physician, which became a lot harder when Uther made me manservant to Arthur as a reward for saving him at a feast. By the way, making a freeman a servant? Isn't a reward, people. So I suppose trust me, but I'm not about to be offended by caution, as long as you listen to what King Arthur says. He is your commander, and I am loyal to him. He's not exaggerating about the over protective streak. I dislike violence, I don't seek it out, and I want peace, but if someone threatens those under my protection I will deal with it as seriously as my King does. I believe that there can be peace in Camelot and between the five kingdoms. There are people who would unite behind me if I did decide to fight Arthur for Camelot's crown. It'll never happen I don't want it. Seriously, I've seen how much paperwork there is, the lack of sleep, and having to smile at visitors you loathe! I'd offend half of them by not lying, and I already have three impossible jobs, even if Mum- I mean Lady Hunith- is taking over some of it with Gaius. Plus some are afraid to touch me. That's complicated. Really. So I'm not an unknown man to you, but there are unknown aspects to me. Had you looked or listened, they weren't very well hidden at all."
The man's lips pressed thinly together and his brows knit, "What gives you the right to speak of peace, or of the Prince Regent as an equal?"
Merlin looked at Arthur and swallowed, the other side of his coin leaving it up to him.
"The fact that we are equals. It is not yet time to explain, by bloodright I have a place on his council, one that has sat empty of Uther's for many years, but on Arthur's is not missing. I am the Last Dragonlord, and I command them. You can't seriously have thought dragons only existed in the five kingdoms? The world is not that small. There's a reason kings try to lure dragonlords to their side if they expect war, and believe me, Arthur did no luring. In the beginning he routinely fired me and rehired me, to the point it got boring. Neither of us knew then of the connection. You answer to Arthur, there are others who answer to me, and I am loyal to King Arthur, which means they also owe him allegiance through me. Gwaine has sworn allegiance to Arthur, which is a situation best left to the kings, Sir Gwaine, and Queen Annis.
I am here because I am supposed to be here, and because with the single, sole exception of Uther's rule, there has always been one of my kin here in Camelot. If you want to check, Lord Geoffrey can show you the documents and histories."
The archivist's face lit up and the other man sucked in a breath at the not quite threat, no one who entered the library with Lord Geoffrey was seen for a long time, and he may be astute, but he was not a scholar.
He slowly nodded and clasped hands under his chin, looking between them, "Then as you suggested I shall trust you cautiously. I would like to see peace in my lifetime, as unlikely as it seems. The prince may have been reckless as a boy, but the man I have seen him grow into is not. He is a leader of men, and has shown honour and courage. I accept your changes to the Law Sire, in my land it will be done."
Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you Lord Calder."
One man stood and looked around the table at them all, lip curled in a sneer, "You're cowards, all of you, too afraid to risk your personal comfort, see what it gets you when the Witch is sitting on the throne, burning normal folk." It was the first storm out but Arthur doubted it would be the last. What he had informed them of was really the barest bones of his intentions, but it had shown him which might be open to persuasion and which never would.
An unpleasant, oily looking man still sat in the corner regarded Merlin with new interest, as though seeing new prey, and anger coiled deep in Arthur's gut, but as he said nothing offensive and hadn't taken action there was nothing he could do. Gwaine shooting him death glares the whole time seemed to eventually have an effect, but the smirk was not reassuring.
Since the laws against magic were the once most often enforced, Arthur really hadn't put much care into MerlinandGwaine situation, not thinking it would be a real issue for most of those present. Neither of them were particularly subtle though, and he didn't expect it to take long once anyone started paying attention to them, but those looks made him wonder if he maybe should have thought about it sooner. Dammit, Lord Bevyn's eyes had darkened as Gwaine placed a possessive hand on Merlin's shoulder seeing Merlin lean into the touch instead of away from it. A glance to his left and Geoffrey's frown told him he had seen the same thing.
Merlin had rolled his eyes at Gwaine's possessive gesture, the man was perfectly willing to 'share' him with Arthur in any way, or even another friend, but another guy looks at him and he was ready to fight, it's not that he was unaware, he was just used to ignoring the looks as a servant and dealing with anyone who tried more.
"Relax. Unless you plan to add that to this particular meeting you're going to have to stop trying to incinerate him by willpower."
"Can you do it for me?"
Merlin coughed, "Yes...and I won't, it's not like I'll ignore it but this is not the time or place. I promise if you let it go now I'll make it up to you, you can be as jealous and possessive as you like as soon as we are not being watched in the council chambers. Legally you can't be my anything yet, and I'm getting magic sorted first before the laws about fucking."
Gwaine didn't let go but lessened the pressure as he realised he'd been gripping it. "Good thing you're in leather." He muttered. "Would've left bruises otherwise."
Merlin turned slightly and half smiled, "I've nothing against bruises gained the right ways, just figured a mob of perverted Lords weren't it. The jealousy is kind of hot you know, as long as you don't do something stupid. So don't."
Gwaine's death glare softened as he turned his attention back to Merlin "You know there's nothing in Caerleon's laws about this, or in the ones you have to keep. It would totally be a respectable arrangement. The only downside would be Arthur dying of shock and the horror of agreeing we'd done something respectable."
"A mistake on both our parts. Clearly we'd have to do something particularly outrageous to offset the balance. Maybe the pixies would help. Or Isla."
"Percy will. More wine?" Gwaine reached over for the jug to top himself up and hand to Merlin, realising that the person standing behind to his right was Hunith and hoping she hadn't been paying any attention to their brief exchange.
Two of the men had already made their sympathies clear to Lord Geoffrey, and Gaius was accounted for, with one of the anti-magic zealots finally making the connections to Merlin shrieking and declaring the prince Regent was cursed the balance in the room was tipped. The last openly hostile one leaned over the tabletop, voice harsh, "Well. I hate to agree with Pye about anything but this is unlike you. It's far more likely that you are cursed again. Can you prove satisfactorily that you aren't?"
Arthur crossed his arms. "Not really. Shall we ask our resident experts? Merlin, what do you say, am I cursed?" He gave his friend a wry smile as the ex-servant snorted, "No, thank the gods, you are not. Not for want of effort. Keeping you curse-free is so much work some weeks I wonder why we even bother, then I remember that we actually like you and you're not always violent anymore. Cursed people behave out of character or respond to specific prompts, serious curses as opposed to minor ones, would be obvious if you looked for the signs and you'd lack free will or the ability to disagree with the person responsible. Why?"
"We really need to work on your concentration, Idiot."
"Of course sire."
"Well then, moving on, Gaius. You were the Council's advisor and reference on magical matters as long as I can remember, do I appear cursed in any way to you? Am I displaying any typical signs or conforming to any common types of curse you are aware of in experience or theoretical reading? Now I know that you have seen me in the past with my free will compromised and acting under the influence of dark magic or enchantment, and been required to identify how to counteract it, you would not lie to me." Guilt twisted in the physician. Good. Arthur had power that had far reaching impact, but it didn't respond to instinct or emotion, he didn't have to be so quick to forgive the man fully.
"No Sire, you show none. Neither those you displayed under Sophia's enchantment, or Morgana's or any other that required breaking. You are fully aware and not unpredictable. I do not believe you pose any danger to yourself or others around you, you show no signs resembling intoxication. I hope you are feeling no irresistible urge to elope. There are no new trinkets on your person or as recent gifts. If you are cursed then it's unlike any I've seen in all my years of study, perhaps you have shown greater confidence recently but I had rather thought it was a sign of you settling into your new responsibilities and knowing you were more than able to discharge them well."
Arthur nodded, he already knew that, "Lord Geoffrey, you are well read and have lived long enough to recognise different types of magic, including a curse. Do you have any opinion to offer?"
The archivist barely raised a bushy eyebrow in his direction, "I have no practical experience beyond observation, but I observed people closely, they intrigued me. There is no need for concern Sire. You are free of any curse or enchantment as of now." Arthur's lips quirked to the sides, "Sir Gwaine, or Lord Gwaine if you prefer," The man glowered at his smirk. "You have travelled in far more than this one small corner of Albion, and in some of those lands the laws on magic were less restrictive, you have seen them in use and the breaking of curses and bewitchment. In your opinion should I, or the council be concerned about my self possession."
"My Lord Arthur, I think you are either incredibly sappy and pathetic when under love enchantments, or dangerously unpredictable and disoriented when cursed, usually in great pain. Neither of those apply here, nor internal conflict, single minded focus like Uther's paranoia, or the cases which have required intervention in the past. Do you seriously think I'd obey and follow a man I believed cursed? Any of you? Bloody no, I'd be breaking an oath to him if I just let that continue, we'd be out finding a way to lift the damn thing, and if you truly believe that Prince Arthur is cursed then so should you be, so anyone still sitting at this table or standing idle in three minutes better be certain that ain't the case."
Merlin sniggered as Gwaine broke his surface good manners, deciding that more wine would be unwise in the current company.
When only one left Arthur looked around the room soberly, counting the seats he mentally allocated one permanently to Gwaine, another to Gwen, and to Hunith. Of those waiting until after Uther's second appearance to make a final decision one only had daughters, and one had lost sons in the frequent attacks. The women were released first to allow them to go where they wished without being followed by any of the council members. By the time only five of them remained Arthur's head was throbbing and he felt drained. Lord Geoffrey approached him first and bowed surprisingly deeply to him. "Well done. You did what no-one else could. It is not over yet, but you have ended the tyrannical rule of Uther Pendragon. You truly are the Once and Future King, and most importantly you are a good man Sire. Well, I have a great deal of records to fix and write tonight, a letter to dispatch to Caerleon when you have put your seal to it, and others to draft. Good evening my king; Emrys, Lord Gwaine."
Merlin waved feebly, his throat having gone dry hearing their Names in the context.
Gaius looked between them as though torn between paternal pride, joy, and deep sadness. Arthur thought he knew how the man felt, and saw the moment Gaius went to take a knee, only to be blocked by his nephew in physician mode, looking disapproving, "No. If I catch you kneeling on cold stone for less than someone collapsing or a bone sticking out their foot I swear I will tell Mum and have her hover like a hawk from now until she is satisfied you have learned." The eyebrow was less impressive from Merlin, but Arthur was convinced that with practice it would be as effective as Gaius's own. "I'm not dead yet boy! This is important."
"Then let's keep it that way and skip pneumonia. It can be just as important with you sitting on a chair." Gaius rolled his eyes, "Now he becomes a healer at heart."
Arthur chuckled, "He wouldn't be Merlin if he was any less awkward, would he?"
Gaius sighed, "Arthur, Sire, I am proud of you, I know how rarely he told you that, and it has been a very difficult path to tread, but it was an honour to see you grow into the man you are now. Your mother would have been incredibly proud of you, especially of your passion, and of your courage today. Camelot is fortunate to have you. If you will allow me I would like to remain in your service." Arthur weighed the man's words seriously before answering.
"No." Arthur missed the hope fading from Gaius eyes before he could cover it, "You couldn't keep that for certain. I will accept you into the joint service of Emrys and the Once and future King so that your loyalties are not conflicted by agreements in future." The old man's body sagged in relief as he processed the words. "Thank you, King Arthur. I know you've not had a coronation yet, but you had best get used to answering to it." There was a hint of a twinkle in his eye again and Arthur placed a large hand over Gaus wrinkled one, seeing again the man who had calmed him as a child and listened when Uther had no time to be a father. Who taught him what plants he must never eat, the one who knew stories that weren't only histories of battle.
Gaius rose slowly, turning to a watery eyed Merlin, pride shining from him, and was swept into his old ward's arms. Their family was messy, and torn, broken, but Merlin was beginning to understand that it must be so for the whole of Camelot, maybe all Albion, and what Isildur and Finian had meant. Forgetting about the other two men he knew without looking that Gaius was shedding silent tears for them and thought of all the times he'd done the same or been comforted by the old man. "Ssh, it's over. The worst part is done now, you did it." Merlin sighed against hair that was almost white and leaned down, not letting go, "I forgive you Gaius. I forgive you." At first that seemed to make things worse but why he managed to calm down enough the old man stepped back a little and smiled weakly up at the man so similar and yet so unlike the lanky boy who had first stumbled into his chambers. "I love you too my boy. It's not Emrys, or Kilgarrah that make you so special you know, it's your heart. You don't really need me to tell you on Balinor's behalf how damn proud he'd be, but he would, and even though he'd pretend not to, he'd secretly approve of Lord Gwaine too. Even pretending he didn't." Gaius let go and Gwaine slipped an arm about Merlin's shoulders and steered them out, heading towards Arthur's chambers, by the long route that passed the stairs to the healing rooms to ensure Gaius reached it safely.
As they half stumbled into the almost King's room Arthur and Merlin's minds were buzzing trying to organise their thoughts. Merlin's eyes were flickering with gold, and Arthur looked like he wanted to disembowel someone, Gwaine looked around the room and decided there were too many breakable things and groaned, he was sooo going to regret deciding to be a good friend in the morning. Slumping into the seat for a moment he wondered about getting some backup and realised the only good option he had was Lancelot, who had the advantage of also being seriously angry. Yeah, he probably wanted to maim someone too. "Fuck. Merlin, can you do your head talkie thing without frying someone right now?" It probably wasn't a good sign that he had to think about it at all but the warlock seemed confident he could, at least before he started giggling. Oh well. It was only Lancelot, maybe it would make him more interesting. "Alright gorgeous, I want you to tell Lance that he is to meet us on the practice field ASAP. Not you and us. Me and Arthur, with shiny metal pointy things. We're going to go and beat each other for a while until someone passes out or gets hungry. You get the fuck out of here before things start exploding, and we'll catch up when everyone has calmed down. Maybe you can get a start on whatever tonight's thing is," Merlin nodded, bright grin ridiculously wide, edging on manic.
"He's on his way, and suggested ale for after."
"We have the best friends." Gwaine pulled Merlin in for a kiss before Merlin giggled into it,
"Our friends are idiots and drink too much and mph…" Gwaine smothered his rambling, "Like I said. We have the best friends. Now you go and do whatever magic thing you have to do like a good warlock and not destroy Camelot, while I get the shit knocked out of me by the two angry knights who need to hit something after a very hard day. I'll leave some tonic for a headache and salve for bruising on your table when I go pick some up later."
Merlin smiled, "Thanks love- hey, Gwaine? Want to see something cool?" No. No he did not, Gwaine did not trust that particularly wicked flash in Merlin's eye, but he fixed his eyes on the crazy bastard anyway because how could he not, and damn his boyfriend was impressive. Half a second later Gwaine knew that he or Arthur were going to strangle- no, but maybe definitely punch him for disappearing on the spot clicking his fingers.
Merlin hadn't disappeared at all, from his perspective it was more that the world was moving around him, but he was excited that the clicking had worked. It was a vain flourish, but he appreciated a little showmanship, he just had to practice his timing. The cool air flowing over him was incredible and as he took off at a run he let himself for once simply feel the good things and let go of what was happening tomorrow. Throwing himself down into the grass he let himself float on the heady mix of comforting sensations and allowed the roiling magic to drain out of him. If he ever designed a castle there was no way he was building it out of hewn stone. Right in that moment he couldn't think of one single reason Morgana would want it when the forest and mountains were right there. He closed his eyes and smiled as the land welcomed him home again.