finished exams today!!.yearh!!..just gotta finish an assignment..yes that one that Ive been meaning to finish for weeks..!!..gosh, Im so lazZy!!
so nywazZ..wrote this after I finished my geography test today..
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also this chappie goes back to wt happened with our dear Arthur..lol..Bradley James is wayy too hot!!
Chapter Three
Arthur sighed as Merlin left the room. He did realise that since coming back from rescuing Guinevere he had all but ignored is manservant. Yes he was estremely miserable but that was no reason to treat Merlin like dirt. But the reason he gave Merlin the day off was because he couldn't stand to see his face.
He couldn't stand to see him so damn happy! Why should Merlin get to be joyful when he was so bloody miserable?
Slowly Arthur made his way down to the training fields.
After helping Sir Leon with his left backhand he had the knights do rounds and did a few himself. Gradually he began to feel weak and almost exhausted. But he pushed on. He had barely been training for an hour! How could he be so tired?
He was halfway through a round with Sir Kay when he made a mistake. Kay had generally going for the higher cuts, Arthur's head. Arthur knew to keep his sword at about halfway. Of course he could raise it and make it easier to block and deflect when Kay went high but if Kay changed Arthur would have less of a chance if he had to drop fully rather than just a half.
Arthur knew this...
The amount of times he drilled it into his knights was countless and Arthur really did know it! And that was the thing. He knew it...
Yet for some bizarre reason he held his sword high. Maybe he was really as tired as he felt? Maybe that simple piece of information slipped his mind for a moment? But before he knew it Sir Kay's sword dropped fractionally and the blade was slicing.
Luckily his chainmail took most of the blow but it was still strong enough to make Arthur bleed.
The prince swore and dropped his sword, both hands clutching his wound. Kay also dropped his sword, rushing to Arthur's side.
"Sire!" He tried to look at Arthur's wound but the prince waved him away.
"I'm fine. It's just a scratch."
The other knights, seeing what had happened, were now crowded around Arthur.
"Go back to training," he said, trying to make his voice sound stronger than he felt. "I'm fine, barely a scratch." He flashed a broad grin to prove it.
Truth was he didn't feel fine.
He couldn't breathe and all the men crowded around him didn't help. He appreciated their concern but really all he wanted as for them to go away so he could try to breathe.
After a few seconds the knights seemed convinced enough and slowly dispersed, leaving Arthur alone. He sat down carefully and closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow and he felt like he was choking.
When he opened his eyes everything was hazy and slightly darker. He blinked a few times but each time he did his sight seemed to worsen.
Suddenly he was hot (A/N hotter than one would normally be after training in chainmail with a sword for an hour..) and dying of thirst. Knowing there was a bucket of water only a few feet away he stood from the bench and began to move. After a few steps he realised his legs stopped working.
He couldn't move them.
And before he knew it they gave way and he was rushing down to meet the ground.
He couldn't help let out an inarticulate cry for help before he blacked out.
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