Alone: Gwen
This is part of my 'Alone' series, showing times when each of the characters felt alone. Takes place in Season 5 Episode 6, 'The Dark Tower'.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Merlin' or any of the characters.
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Gwen shivered, hugging herself tightly. It was cold in the Tower, and the tiny room in which she was imprisoned was completely dark – a stark contrast to the burning sun that had beat down upon her as she stumbled after Morgana to this awful place. She heard a noise and moved slowly backwards, afraid of what unknown terrors could be lurking in the dark chamber. Her cheek slapped against something cold and sticky and she let out a strangled shriek. Turning, she was able to make out a shrivelled root hanging from the ceiling. It was covered in what looked like mud, and the dark, viscous liquid dripped slowly onto the floor from the tip of the root.
Turning in a slow circle, she peered into the blackness. Shadows flickered at the edges of her vision, and she thought she was able to distinguish other roots hanging from the ceiling – but then, it could have been just her imagination.
There was no way to tell how large the chamber was, and the terrified queen was afraid to reach the walls, not sure what she would find there. Heart beating rapidly in her chest, she concentrated on returning her breathing to normal. The soft, familiar sound of the air quietly passing in and out of her lungs was comforting. It was the only noise in the dark room, and Guinevere whimpered as she thought of Arthur. He would be looking for her, she knew he would. She wished he were there with her now. But she also prayed that she could keep him far away from this terrible place, that he could remain safe. Shivering slightly, the Queen slid down to the ground and curled herself into a ball, hugging her knees tightly. She pressed her face into her knees and counted her breaths.
Guinevere's head snapped up and she looked around the room warily. She could have sworn she'd heard someone. There it was again! – a soft swishing sound like that made by a long cloak. Her heartbeat quickened as she peered into the darkness. A figure blossomed out of the darkness, his blonde hair tousled, cloak whispering across the floor.
"Arthur?" she whispered, hardly able to believe her eyes. Her hopes had been answered. Arthur was here! But as her husband came nearer she saw the twisted smirk which so closely resembled that of his sister. His opened his mouth and laughed cruelly. And she wished that he hadn't come for her.
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Hope you enjoyed this one – it's a bit angsty but I wanted to show how Gwen felt when she was locked up in the Tower. Please review and tell me what you think!
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