Author's Note: Can't say much about this 'cause I'm late for meeting up with my friend :S Oops! So you should be able to work most of this out anyway. Enjoy! Review? 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 Five

Betrayed

It was only a short scramble through the tunnel and a dash through the corridors towards Ceira's cell. She wished it had taken longer though. Every step she took now was one further away from Emrys. Arthur followed her into her cell as usual. Ceira turned on him, expecting him to say 'sorry but you know I'm the only one who really loves you' or something like that, anything that would get her to maybe accept him a little more. But he didn't. He just stood there and looked at her. Just stared. His eyes travelled from her hair to her eyes, to her lips, to her dress and back again. She followed his eyes, scrutinising him closely.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Arthur said. Ceira just kept looking at him, wondering what he was up to.

"Don't you get it Arthur? Don't you understand that I will never love you? Can't you…"

He moved closer to her and took up her hands before she could finish. "I'm fed up of forcing you to love me. If you really love the Thief then I guess I'll just have to accept it. Just please, don't hate me for my actions. I just want to protect you so much. Please, you must understand." Arthur held her hands tighter and looked deep into her eyes. Ceira looked back and saw true compassion there. She instantly regretted her last words. For a moment she forgot all the hate for Arthur and saw the goodness in him. It was enough to make her do what she did next. She moved forward and embraced him. He hugged her back even tighter. Ceira tilted her head against his and closed her eyes. He weaved his fingers through her hair behind her head and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. Ceira was a little doubtful but let him hold her close. She expected he was feeling let down and needed someone to reassure him. But this was a lot of reassuring. Arthur was squeezing her tighter by the second. She lowered her hands over his and tried to pry them off. As Arthur began to sense she was trying to resist he suddenly forced his leg sharply against hers which caught her off balance. She fell backwards and hit the ground of the cell hard.

"Ar-Arthur what are you doing?" she asked as she looked up at him glowering down at her.

"You broke my heart. You would rather love a filthy Thief than the one who truly loves you. That hurts. But you will never be able to hurt me again after this." He suddenly dropped down on her and forced his hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened as she felt his fingers slide around her throat. She struggled under his grip but it was no use. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

~xox~

Ceira could feel her lungs starting to wonder where all the air went and starting to panic. She tried to kick out with her legs but his knees were firmly placed over them. Her arms were being held down above her head on the ground. She was completely pinned down by Arthur. The lack of air was making her eyes start to blur and make everything round her look like it was underwater. It felt like she was underwater also. She felt as if she had been submerged and the surface was way above her, way out of her reach. She was going to die. She would lose it all. Arthur, Emrys, her life… No. There was one way left. There was an option. But it would risk everything. But it was either that or lose her life. Her mind was made up. Just as her body was about to give up she did it. Her eyes turned a violent golden and her magic exploded out of her. Arthur was launched backwards off her and was smashed into the opposite wall of the cell. Ceira gasped in and just lay there taking in deep breaths, filling her starved lungs. The air was so thick. When she had recovered, the sight of Arthur filled her with a feeling of hate. She staggered to her feet, shaking with anger. She could feel that her eyes were still glowing a bright golden. Arthur was just beginning to regain consciousness after his brief blackout. As he looked up she could tell that he had seen her eyes and was just starting to work out what had happened. Just as he did, two guards came sprinting round the corner but stopped in their tracks as they saw Ceira's eyes returning to their usual darkness.

~xox~

"Y-you have magic?" Arthur whispered bewilderedly. Ceira just stared at him, her eyes stabbing him with malice.

"Sire! Are you alright?" The guards ran over to Arthur, making sure they stayed a safe distance from Ceira. They attempted to help him up but he shrugged them off and came striding up to Ceira.

"You just made a big mistake. You'd better get ready for your execution Ceira." Arthur narrowed his eyes and turned his back on her. He stormed out of the cell followed by the two guards who slammed the door shut behind them.

~xox~

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LBB (Little Blue Button) Feature: Give me a B! Give me an L! Give me a U! Give me a E! Give me a Y! What does that spell? Pure cuteness!

Bluey edged the door open. He was met by an elderly man in a red robe with untidy white hair falling to his shoulders and staring at him quizzically.

"And what can I do to help you?" he asked in a crooked voice. Bluey searched his head for another answer. He really should have come better equipped with some answers for when he was put in the spot.

"I-I'm here to see. Urm… M-m…" he stammered, trying to think of a name that would get him out of here.

"Merlin? Is that who you're looking for?" he offered, frowning at him.

"Y-yes. M…Merlin. That's who I'm looking for," Bluey nodded, having no idea who this Merlin was.

"Ah, he's just through there," the man indicated a door at the other side of the cluttered room. "You may want to knock first. He's having a well-earned rest while his master's in a meeting."

"Urm… O-OK." Bluey stepped across the untidy room, careful not to knock any precariously balanced objects off messy worktops. He knocked at the door to hear a muffled mumble which he took as an invitation to come in. He pushed open the door tentatively to see the person who must be Merlin.

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