BE IN COMMAND (KING ARTHUR)
This was not the plan. He is supposed to rule a quiet peaceful kingdom with the woman he loves by his side. Now he stands here hand and hand with his beloved facing death. This was never the plan. She should be home sewing and looking over the household accounts not here on a battlefield. But he trained her and she insisted.
He can feel the tension from the knights behind him. He can hear their restlessness as their chainmail jangles. They know they are vastly outnumbered. They know that there is more than a chance that they will never return to Camelot. It's a knight's duty to fight for his king. It is a grave duty indeed. He is their king and he is sending them to their deaths. He doesn't take this lightly.
He sees her glance towards Merlin. Merlin with his serious face not the silly grin he wears to cover what he is really thinking. He squeezes her hand to reassure her but mostly to reassure him. He knows she is nervous he can feel it in the way she squeezes his hand back.
He leans down and whispers in her ear. "Ready?"
She looks up at him with fear in her eyes and whispers back. "I'm ready."
He knew it was a lie but he had no choice but to do what they were here for. He pulls his sword feeling it scrape in the scabbard.
He looked at Merlin and they nodded to each other. It was a gesture he and Merlin had perfected over the years. It amazed him that one look shared with his friend could speak volumes.
He turns back to his Queen and smiles. She gives him a shaky smile, the fear in her eyes has increased. He leans down and kisses her lingering on her lips as long as he dared. She lets go of his hand and pulls her sword. He sees her hand shake.
He takes a deep breath and makes the decision he hopes he will not regret. He holds up his sword and shouts."FOR THE LOVE OF CAMELOT!"
He hears the knights repeat the call and he points his sword forward to charge.
He will fight for his kingdom and his people but he will fight hardest for the people he cares the most for. They make contact with the enemy and the battle begins.
The battle is quicker than some but it is bloody.
He fells man after man. He kicks the last man off of his sword and looks around. The field is still. Where is she? Is she dead or hurt? He knew he would regret this.
"GUINEVERE!"
He waits and hears nothing. She can't be dead. She can't be hurt. She has to be … she slams into his chest. She kisses him with fiery passion, she pulls back and she whispers his name. "Arthur!"
He puts his arms around her and holds on tightly. She is all right. He laughs in relief.
He sees Merlin smiling.