Hello There! So this is my absolute first fanfic ever so... yeah. This is my first chapter and I have no idea where this story could go, but i guess it was worth a try. Please review :)
Needless to say I don't own BBC Merlin or any of its characters, but be honest... didn't you expect that?
Chapter 1: Yet Another One
It was yet another night.
Yet another ball to celebrate gods know what. Honestly no one really had the mind to question the King on such things. The Lady Morgana stood there as lovely as ever, with a much bolder dress than the one she promised the king she would wear, not minding the jealous looks of the other ladies or the looks the other men gave her. Sending them out of their minds with her beauty always cheered her up.
But not today.
She looked around the hall, bored out of her mind, and tired of how thing repeated themselves. Tired of the curtsies, of the nobility and everything that had to do with it. Ha! The hypocrisy of this court is revolting.
She looked over to Uther, sat at the head of the table and talking about kingly stuff with his counselor. Her feelings for that man have become contrasting as ever lately, but she just hates how cold hearted he can be. She shakes her head to distance the thoughts and focuses her attention to Arthur, gloating to some of his knights about his victory at the last tournament. Why is everyone here so predictable?
She snaps out of her thoughts as Uther claps his hands and gets everyone's attention to him announcing the entrance of the Lady Helena, the guest singer of tonight's event. The whole hall turns to the entrance as they sat back down at their places, and stayed there in awe as the well known face of the most celebrated singer reveals itself. The silence was broken by the sweet, harmonious voice of the Lady Helena as she started singing and slowly starts making her way to the center.
Never has the king's ward heard such a delicate yet powerful voice. She may hate the nobles, but she had to admit that being one had its perks. Suddenly, all of the strong emotions that battled in her mind became irrelevant.
Such peace.
Her body relaxed as she let the melody infiltrate the deepest part of her soul.
So calm.
Her eyelids surrender to the sound, her body goes numb as she's slowly lulled unconscious.
Calm indeed.
CRASH! The Lady woke up startled, and desperately looks around her, trying to focus her vision to where the sound had come from.
What is going on?
On the floor, a few meters away from them, layed The Lady Helena. Crushed under the candler as she tries to wiggle her way out of there.
What happened?
"NO!" she screams."You will PAY for your crimes Uther Pendragon! Eye for eye….tooth for tooth…. a son for a son!"
She extracts a dagger hidden under her fluffy dress, and throws it at Arthur's direction. It was a matter of seconds. The dagger flies through the air and hits just beside her. She turns around quickly to where the prince was supposed to be but only finds an empty chair with a dagger stabbed into its wood.
A boy, seemingly appeared out of thin air, was holding him down, and by the looks of it he had to do it quite quickly as both him and Arthur were now on the floor, looking confusedly up to the woman. Uther screamed for the guards who quickly grabbed the Lady Hel…. wait! that's not Lady Helena!
A crooked, old lady stood there in her place, wearing the same clothes and jewelry. Morgana instantly recognised her as Mary Collins, the mother of that sorcerer Uther sentenced to death just yesterday. She will never forget the sorrowful screams of the woman pleading for her son's life. She winces at the thought.
She promised she would get her revenge, and it seems she is a woman of her word.
"You have attacked a member of the royal family! Take her away! and prepare to meet your son in the afterlife tomorrow morning!"
He stared intensely at her until her form disappeared behind the closed doors, although the echoes of her screams could still be heard.
"You, boy!" he said to the boy who was now standing next to Arthur.
For a boy who just saved the life of the prince and risked his own, he did not looked like the Lady expected. He had to be really quick and agile to reach the table where they sat in such short a time, but he looked nothing like the part.
He was tall and skinny, not strong like any of Arthur's knights. In fact, he dressed as a peasant with trousers and a red shirt covered by a brown jacket. Not leather but a rougher, simpler material. His hair was black and shiny, cut short to his skull but not too short as to not reveal their slightly wavy nature. Its voiding darkness contrasted with his pale, almost sickly skin with no signs of beard on his face. He wore a blue neckerchief around his throat= that brought the Lady's attention to…..
Oh. His Eyes.
They were coloured a deep blue, and stood out in it all. Something about them wouldn't let the king's ward look away. No sapphire in her jewels could compare to those eyes.
"You saved the life of my son today, and for that I am deeply grateful". For once the king's eyes really showed his gratefulness and Morgana didn't know quite what to make of them.
"What is your name?" asked the king. "Merlin, my lord"
Merlin. What a wonderful name…
"You shall be rewarded for your loyalty! From now one you will work here, in the palace, serving the prince as his personal manservant!"
"WHAT?!" both Merlin and Arthur exclaimed at the same time.
"Father you can't be serious!"
"My lord, that is not necessary, I already… with Gaius I .."
"Silence! My decision is final, the boy will start his work tomorrow"
and with that, the discussion ended.
Why are they acting so familiar?
Nevertheless, the hall emptied soon after. Morgana, followed by her maid Gwen, went for her chambers, thinking on these past events.
It was not "yet" another night.
