Fallen Angel Part 4:
Hi everyone! Sorry this has taken a while, I had a bit of difficulty completing this and I wanted to finish my 'Fallen Angel' series before posting any of the other one-shots I have ready. This was going to be the last chapter, but it was too long in comparison to the others so there will be one more after this. Hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Albrecht seeks out the King to tell him of Amelie's death.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show 'Merlin', and I don't own any characters other than Albrecht.
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Albrecht hastened through the halls, intent on getting as far from his betrothed's body as possible. One part of him wanted to remain with her – to stroke her hair, kiss her lips and awaken her from her deathly slumber – while another part wanted nothing more than to run from the palace.
He was doing neither. Instead, he was rushing through the halls in pursuit of King Uther. Despite having lived in Camelot his entire life, he had never personally spoken to the King. Amelie had, during her time at the castle – she had recounted to him how terrified she was the first time she talked to him – but he couldn't think of that now.
Usually if a peasant wished to seek an audience with the King, they would do so in the council chambers, during the period of time allotted for the people's requests. But Albrecht feared that the sorcerer who had killed Amelie would seek to commit more murders in revenge for the persecution of magic-users, and felt that he could not delay. The banquet for the celebration of 20 years since the Great Purge would have begun by now, and Albrecht was confident that this was where he would find the monarch.
As he approached the heavy oak doors of the dining hall, the young man became aware of a voice raised in song. The melody flowed from the room, seeping sinuously through the crack under the door to reach his ears. He felt his awareness receding beneath a wave of fatigue, and slowed his approach. He felt so tired…
But he had to reach the King! Shaking his head, he stumbled onwards, bridging the gap between himself and the polished oak door. He shoved against it, coming to an abrupt halt as he took in the scene before him. The assorted nobles were slumbering, heads pillowed on their arms, while the unearthly music continued and silken strands of web crept over their gowns. The entire scene was bathed in an eerie blue light, and the only figure still moving was the singer Lady Helen, whose performance appeared to be reaching a climax as she raised one arm, a dagger glinting menacingly from within the clenched fist…
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Dun dun dun! It would be much more of a cliff-hanger if everyone reading hadn't already seen the episode, but oh well. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter and I would appreciate any reviews to let me know what you thought!