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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 Three

Devoted

Arthur had made his mind up. The keys jangled against his leg as he hurriedly walked down to the dungeons. He darted through the corridors and passageways towards the cell he was looking for. Arthur reached it and shoved the key in immediately. It clicked and the Prince rushed in, grabbing Ceira's freezing arm. Why was her skin always subzero? Startled, she jumped up and stared round. Arthur pulled her out of the door, quickly locked it behind them and then dragged Ceira back through the tunnels. He pulled her up the stairs and out into the main castle. They came out into the early morning darkness and crept around the edge of the courtyard, making their way cautiously but quickly across the stone ground. They ran out of the main gate; Arthur had carefully timed his plan so that they could slip through the gates at the precise time that the night and morning guards changed places. They hastened along the wall towards the nearby trees. Arthur could hear Ceira trying to yell questions but then she would be cut short as he yanked her onward. He would have to get where he wanted to go before the castle woke, otherwise Ceira's empty cell would be discovered and his vacant bed would open suspicion. Arthur sprinted yet faster running around the city, past the small houses and gardens. He was starting to pant and his legs were starting to protest but he pressed on. If he could make it, it would be worth it.

Ceira's lungs were screaming for her to stop. And she would have happily obliged if it weren't for Arthur dragging her along to God knew where. She had been peacefully sleeping after a restless night and then she had felt a tugging on her arm then she had been running and had been ever since. Where the hell was he taking her anyway? What could be so important he had to barge into her cell at whatever totally outrageous time in the morning it was and drag her outside?

Suddenly, they finally stopped after at least ten minutes of running. They had slowed considerably since they had started but her legs still thanked her hugely for stopping. Ceira didn't even bother looking where they had stopped. She just stood there panting, trying to regain all the breath she had lost while running.

"I…I'm sorry…for making…you…come all…this way," Arthur gasped.

"Why the hell did you…bring me all this way?" she asked breathlessly. Ceira finally took a moment to look around at her surroundings. They were standing in amongst the out-skirting trees of, presumably, one of the forests that encircled Camelot.

"I didn't actually mean to bring you this far," said Arthur.

"But why did you drag me here?"

"I wanted us to share one moment together. Just us. No one else to interfere. Not my father, not Lancelot, not Leon, not any of the Knights, not…the Thief. No one. Just you and me." Arthur took Ceira's hands in his and smiled at her. He stared lovingly into her eyes and stepped closer. Ceira didn't stop him. She wanted to find out more and giving him the cold shoulder wasn't going to help.

"What do you mean?"

"I just want one moment where nothing else matters. I wanted to bring you out of that cell and into the forest where we can escape from the rules, where we can be who we want to be with. And the person I want to be with is…you Ceira." Arthur moved in and suddenly their lips were touching. Ceira tried to break away but Arthur's arms had already slithered round her waist and were pressing her into him. There was a soft snap somewhere nearby but Arthur didn't notice it, he was too engrossed in the kiss. His lips opened slightly which forced Ceira's to open also. It was so like Emrys' kiss but this one was forceful and aggressive, so nothing like Emrys' gentle and warm kiss. Arthur's tongue suddenly invaded Ceira's mouth and was snaking round inside, twisting round her own. All of a sudden there was an swooping sound from nearby. Ceira brought up her hands and shoved Arthur away from her. He stumbled back and, taken by surprise, fell back into a tree behind him. Ceira stared round for the source of the sound. There was nothing on the ground but she noticed something black hanging from a branch. She glanced up and inhaled sharply. Emrys was staring down hatefully at both of them.

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Bluey wrapped the dark cloak around his cobalt letters and made she the hood was pulled right up over his capital letter.

"Excuse me, what business do you have in Camelot?" A deep harsh voice came from his left as he ducked his way through the towering gates. He turned slowly, being careful to keep his head lowered. Oh God, what was he going to say now? Think Bluey, think. What could he say? 'Oh yeah, I'm here to find a sorcerer who's outlawed in this kingdom to help me with my problem…' Yep, that sounds just great.

"I'm…I'm here to see…the Ph-Physician. Yes! The Physician, that's who I came to see," Bluey nodded.

"Ah, I see. Allow me to escort you. You look like you're not too sure on where to go."

"Oh no, I'm sure I'll be OK. I mean, I…"

"No, it's fine. I'll take you. If you'll follow me?"

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