Drabble for Le Morte d'Arthur. And I won't ruin it with a rambling Note this time.
His Life, My Life
He watched as Gaius poured the liquid down Arthur's throat. The droplets of water sparkled and glimmered as their cool touch soothed away the pain in their prince's dying body, and he realized that he was somehow mesmerized by the reflection of light in them—or was it life? His life?
His fingers knotted in sweat-soaked, blonde hair, and he found that he could not pull his gaze away from the man he held in his arms. He looked down into the familiar, strong handsomeness of his face, albeit so very thin and pallid now, and he felt no fear or regret for the choice he had made.
Even before he had given it to him, his life had already been Arthur's.