"Guinvere?" a familiar voice called out as a flickering torch appaered in the gloom
"Merlin?!" she cried anxiously,"Thank Goddess your here!"
"Gwen," he muttered softly, eyes watering, "The King has declared you shall be hung at dawn. The people are mourning you already. I wish I could help, but- Agravaine-"
Turning away he continued, "Agravaine convinced Arthur that execution was the best way to prove he is a strong King, I'm sorry Gwen..."
"Merlin... Stop! Don't leave! MERLIN" she shouted as Merlin turned on his heel and fled, head hung low.
Half hidden in shadow Merlin watched from his perch in the tower nearest the courtyard, watching the procession. Sobbing and screaming children crying out for their almost queen.
He wished he could help, but he couldn't jepordise his destiny, the Great Dragon instructed him to turn a blind eye, last time he helped the consequences were harsh. Listening carefully he awaited the kings command, as his hand fell and the executioner flicked the lever Gwen remained silent.
Arthur never taking his eyes off his almost wife, ignoring his feelings and focusing as Agravaine instructed him too, not even as she hung there.
"I loved you Arthur, not Lancelot. Why won't you believe me Arthur? Please..." she chocked out almost inaudibly, and then she died.
Despite the lack of volume eveyone heard her last words and turned to their king, raising their randomly appearing assortment of pitchforks.
Cobalt eyes flashed gold.