He sat at the table, finger tapping the wood of his seat, his friends and knights guarding him as they listened to the daily report.
Construction reports, food supplies, tax incomes, the morality of the people, the usual stuff filled Arthur's ears as he nonchalantly listened to it all.
When they were finished, Arthur allowed the court to place the proper suggestions. He heard each debate carefully, and when the older men had delivered every option they could think of, he gave his orders.
After the reports were over, most of the noblemen left the room. The few that remained spoke lightly with Arthur about certain aspects of their lives and their territories and, then they too left, leaving Arthur alone with his friends.
Sir William, Tristan and Percival walked towards the nearby table and brought over, with the help of the servants, the cups and plates for them to have their breakfast.
"So, Arthur," Bedivere casually started as he grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it into a cup to hand his King. The man shared a look with the other knights, who nervously looked at the older man, as he carelessly poured more wine into the remaining cups. "The people have been talking."
Arthur stared at him and the others with a raised eyebrow, he was in the process of cutting the bread when he stopped and grabbed the wine. He sipped it for taste and gave a small smile before he returned to his previous task. "That never good ain't it, about?"
"Lots of stuff." Sir Tristan said as he sat down with a smile, taking a few grapes to his plate. "When to plant the crops, how harsh winter will be this year…" He turned to Percival to continue with the menial conversation.
"Tax income, workload-"
"But mainly," Goose Fat interrupted, as he gave the two a look and stared at his King. "When will their King give them a Queen… and heir."
Arthur froze, his hand only a few inches away from his mouth. He looked puzzled at his adviser. "You can't be serious." He mocked, a smile on his lips, he decided to take Goose Fat's words as a joke.
"He's not!" Sir Tristan stated as he threw a dirty look at William.
"It has been six months, my King." Sir William reinforced, ignoring the younger knight.
"It wouldn't matter if it'd been six years!"
"You can't keep waiting for her forever." Bedivere continued, in a calmer demeanour, unafraid of the glare the King gave him. "England needs reassurance that the Pendragon's bloodline will live on."
"I don't FUCKING care! I ain't marrying anyone! I'll wait! For as long as it takes!"
"She's not coming back!"
"Then you better find ANOTHER FUCKING KING!" Arthur rose from his seat and marched out of the room, furious.
The round knights that remained behind sighed.
"I told you he wouldn't listen." Wet Stick said as he stared at Bedivere and Goose Fat.
"He HAS to listen. The people need reassurance."
"Arthur needs time."
"He's had six months! She isn't coming back!" Goose fat yelled, annoyed as he banged the table and pointed towards the place their king had disappeared to. "Arthur is King now, he has a responsibility to the people of England. He needs to marry and produce an heir that will carry on the bloodline. We can't just keep walking around the subject like idiotic maidens! He's a grown man, he should FUCKING move ON!"
"He's not ready, yet!" Tristan kept insisting.
"ENOUGH!" Bedivere stated, forcing the other knights to end their quarrel. He went silent for a moment before sighing. "The King is safe and completing his duties, properly… But he must come to terms with this…" He stared at his companions with a touch of melancholy in his eyes. "Lady Evelyn completed her mission and she was returned to her world. Arthur MUST come to terms with it, for the good of the kingdom…"
She woke up on the floor, the first thought that came to mind was the massive headache that pounded in her head, the second was nausea... She covered her mouth as the bile rose to her mouth. Eve rushed towards the sink and poured everything she had in her stomach out. She didn't even remember drinking! And then it hit her...
The book, the pain- "Arthur!" Her eyes opened wide and she glanced around to find the King, but her lover was nowhere to be found.
The room was silent and familiar, a bed, a closet, a desk, a sink, a window where the light entered and two doors, one for the bathroom and the other for the exit.
Her shoulders slumped... she was back home, but this was no longer her home.
Eve walked towards the exit when her feet hit something, she watched as the object rolled away from her and frowned as she recognised the accursed item. Evelyn glared at the book and rushed to her desk, gripping the trashcan underneath it.
She was going to burn the damned thing! That's what she should have done from the start! That way she would never have gone to that strange world! She would never have met those people! She wouldn't have fallen in love, and her heart would NEVER hurt as it did now.
As she turned, Eve yelped at the sight of someone else in the room.
He looked at her through full moon glasses, with clear blue eyes, a white beard that reached to his chest and a worn-out blue cloak. He was tall and lean, she could see the ridges of time in his skin, the wiseness in his eyes as he stared at her, combing his beard...
She didn't blink as she quickly reached for the gun, that rested on her desk, and pointed it at him.
The man smiled, amused. "There's no need for that, Evelyn."
Her eyes widened as she recognized the voice. The same one she'd been hearing in her head.
Eve clenched her jaw, and gripped the gun tightly, her finger looming over the trigger as her anger grew stronger. Her flames erupted from her skin, burning the ground where she stood, Eve, glared at him. "Who the FUCK are you!?" She demanded, wanting nothing more than to shoot the old man.
"My name is Merlin. I believe I'm famous in this world, as well."
Bang!
AN: THERE! I told you I was still writing!
See, told you not finished yet. So, for now, just hate me for leaving this in a cliffhanger, muahaha! xD
*Laughs maniacally in the corner, still safely hidden behind the couch, while munching on the hotdog.*