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Author's Note: Well, some more POVs and I gotta say, I'm not too proud of the last chapter - a bit sketchy. But hope you enjoy anyway! Any reviews welcome! x
Disclaimer: I still do not own any characters of the BBC's TV programme Merlin (wish I did!) but any added characters and plotlines were completely my genius! All mistakes and splelnig errrors are also my own, which are not so genius…
Chapter Thirty One
Swapped
Instantly, Ceira recognised the cell that stood in front of her. It had been Emrys' cell. The door stood open, welcoming her in. Despite this, from where she was standing it looked anything but welcoming. Arthur walked into the cell with her and stood in front of her. He stared into her eyes and smiled. Ceira looked away, a look of despise on her face. Arthur's warm fingers caressed her face gently and brought it back round to face him. Ceira tried to put such a hostile look of contempt on her face that Arthur would be forced away from her. He didn't budge, although Ceira could tell he had noticed her reluctance.
"Look, Ceira…" he began.
"Don't talk to me Arthur. Get off me!" she pulled away violently and faced the opposite wall, crossing her arms.
"I'm…I'm sorry. But you know I'm the one who really loves you. I would do anything for you and that Thief, he has killed two Knights, stolen and used magic. Surely you can't love someone after they have brought that much harm to others. I can assure you Ceira, I am the one who truly loves you.""Then why are you locking me in a cell?" Silence.
"Because…because…" Arthur faltered. Ceira shook her head at the floor and started to walk away from Arthur. "Because you know what my father will do to me if I didn't!" Arthur grabbed her arm. Ceira took an angry breath, swung round and flared up on him.
"Look Arthur! When are you going to start making decisions for yourself? When are you going to actually stand up to your father? You're the future King! You can't just bow down and let him rule you for the rest of your life! Soon Uther won't be here to tell you what to do and direct your life! You will have the whole kingdom at your command! So when are you going to start taking responsibility?" Ceira breathed heavily, her shoulders shaking both from the freezing temperature of the cell and the anger and rage coursing through her at that moment. Arthur looked stunned.
"You have been my servant girl for two years. They have been the best two years of my life. You've only just met that Thief. Please. Think about it. I love you."
"Just go," Ceira said quietly, looking down at her freezing hands. Arthur hesitated but then let go of her arm and walked steadily towards the door. She heard him lock her in behind her and then he walked off slowly down the corridor. Once she was sure he had gone round the corner, Ceira finally let out the tears. They flowed down her cheeks, almost turning to icicles as they dripped. She lay down on the freezing stone floor and cried. She cried for Emrys.
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Arthur slammed the door shut behind him. This couldn't be happening. He had just thrown his true love in a dungeon. What was he thinking? He almost opened the door again and marched back down to the dungeons to free her, to feel her skin beneath his one more time, to do to her what the Thief had. That Thief. This was all his fault. As if he really loved Ceira. No one but he truly loved Ceira. The Thief hadn't been her master for over two years. He had only just met her. It must be his hypnotising ability that pulled her into him. No one could love that monster. That was what he was. A monster. Good for nothing but killing and harming innocent people. Arthur couldn't let Ceira get near him again. The Thief was luring her in, waiting until the perfect moment to make the kill. Arthur wouldn't let that happen. She was safe now. She was with him.
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Lancelot came trudging back through the castle gates. Him and Leon had been searching for well over an hour. Emrys had gone. They had just been standing there, listening to his and Ceira's yells then he had jerked back out of their grip. When they turned round, he had gone, although Leon had said that he had seen a flash of his cloak disappearing over the rooftops. So then they had gone sprinting off into the distance, trying to locate a good place to jump up onto the roof. But no. Nothing. The amount of rooftops they had jumped between, he hadn't been able to count them all. His legs were aching from repeatedly having to launch himself from house to house. Both he and Leon were panting heavily as they dragged themselves towards the Prince's chamber. This would not be good.
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