Hey, guys!
Back with another update. This moment is a little bit darker than what I've written previously and could possibly lead to another scene being written, but I'm not sure yet; let me know how you liked this in the reviews.
I'm really having fun writing these little snippets of their life, I'm glad you guy are just taking it for what it is and accepting this format even though it's not a proper story in chronological order.
Thanks again and happy reading!
Oh, and disclaimer: don't own Merlin, Bradley still has no idea who I am, the usual.
Arthur and Guinevere: Missing Moments
Chapter 5
"I was—I went—I didn't mean—
"Out with it, Merlin," Arthur says, frustrated. "Where were you?"
"Morgana's grave." He says it so quietly he is hardly heard.
"What!?" Arthur exclaims. "What in God's name—How could Morgana even have a grave sight? I saw you kill her. And you did not bury her, I remember. We left her lying in the dirt where she belonged." Gwen squeezes her eyes shut at the words.
"One of her men must've done it," Merlin says, miserably now at his friend's expressions. "Someone wrote to me anonymously and told me of it."
"And you believed them?" Arthur cries, his tone of voice a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "Why? You could've been walking into a trap!"
"Gaius advised me against it."
"But you didn't listen."
"Arthur, you should know by now: Do I ever do what I'm told?"
"No," Arthur and Gwen answer together flatly. If things weren't so awful this is what would've made her turn to smile at him.
"Do you have any idea what the ramifications of such an event could be?"
"Ramifications, that's a big word, Arthur," Merlin tries to joke.
"Did anyone see you? There could be spies anywhere."
"No, no one saw me. At least, I'm pretty sure no one did."
"Merlin, trust me on this, you'd best be pretty damn sure about that," Arthur answers darkly. "Because if you're not—
"I was, I am," Merlin insists.
"Do you have any idea of the risk you took? And all for what? To visit the grave of my dead sister for some reason I cannot begin to comprehend—
"Because I never told you—Because there's still a part of me that remembers who she was when she was good; Gwen, you know what I mean, don't you?"
"You could put Camelot in peril!" Arthur continues as if Merlin hadn't interjected. "And Shayla—
"Arthur, that's enough," Gwen says then, taking his arm and dragging him down the hall. "You need to calm down."
"Guinevere, I cannot possibly," Arthur says, though he lets her lead him anyway.
"But, my love, you must."
Merlin listens as their voices grow smaller and smaller as they walk away from him.