Chapter 35: The Sentence

There was a knock on the door and Mordred and Lyra stopped kissing. "Enter!" Mordred called.

Lyra was in shock. She had been kissing him!? She couldn't believe it!

A knight entered the room and bowed. "My lord, Arthur Penndragon and two others have been sighted." Lyra's stomach churned.

Mordred jumped out of the bed and the knight left, Mordred turned to Lyra. "I'm locking the door."

"You promised you'd let me walk freely!" She protested.

Mordred smiled. "I know, but I don't want you getting any ideas, do I?" And with that he left, locking the door behind him.

Lyra, swiftly, got of the bed and started looking for some thing to open the door with. After five minutes she had found one of her hair pins.

"Please work... Please..." She pleaded, sticking the pin through the lock. She got frustrated and kicked the door, it was then that it opened.

"Yes!" She said running down the corridor then down the stairs where she almost met Mordred, but she quickly hid in the shadows.

He was ordering people to block all the passages that led into the castle walls. "Make sure the sewers are blocked. Now!"

Lyra made her way down more stairs and she looked for the sewer when she heard voices. "I'm never doing that again!" It was Merlin's voice.

Lyra's heart skipped. They're OK! She went around the corner and saw Gwaine, Merlin and Arthur covered in god knows what!

"You all stink." Lyra made herself known. Arthur hugged her and Gwaine and Merlin snickered as Lyra's face screwed up in disgust at the smell.

He let go and opened the sewer door. "What are you doing?" Gwaine asked.

"We're leaving."

"Arthur Mordred has sent guards to block all the passages including here, we have to hide. Quickly." Lyra warned him.

Merlin groaned when they heard the clanging of armor. "Hide!" Arthur whispered urgently.

They hid under a table, with armor on top. They watched as the guards blocked the sewer door. "Lets go. It stinks here." One of them said, and they left.

"That was close, come on." Arthur said, helping Lyra to her feet.

"What now?" Merlin asked Arthur.

"We're going back to the others." He replied.

Lyra shock her head. "I promised Mordred I would stay here." She said.

"Lyra, you can't be serious?" Gwaine asked.

She nodded sadly. "I'm safe here, he is good to me."

"He hit you, Lyra. He had you chained in a cave." Merlin said, shocked at what he was hearing.

Lyra sighed. "You have to escape, now."

"Not without you." Arthur was staring at her, worried.

"No, Arthur. Go, please!" She pleaded them to save themselves but they wouldn't leave without her.

"It's too late for that." A voice said.

Mordred and a dozen knights were standing near the only way out. "Lyra, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I was..."

"Escaping." He answered for her.

"Please, Mordred let them go. I'll do anything." She said calmly, staring into his cold gaze.

He shock his head. "You are my wife. You'll do whatever I tell you to do, now step aside." He ordered her coolly.

"Never."

"Guards." The guards took Lyra and held her next to Mordred.

Arthur made to pull out his sword, but Gwaine and Merlin stopped him. "Let her go!"

Mordred smiled as he kissed Lyra, who was struggling against the guards grip and Mordred's grip on her chin.

Lyra was crying quietly. "Now Arthur I think we have some unfinished business, don't you?"

"Guards restrain them." They did as Mordred told them. "You will all hang at dawn."

"No!" Lyra screamed. "Please! I beg you!"

Mordred smiled and told the guards holding Lyra to let her go. She tried to get to Arthur but Mordred took her forearm and dragged her away after telling the guards to take Arthur and his friends to separate high security cells.

"How could you?" Lyra cried as Mordred closed the door.

"He ruined my life and it's only fair I do the same to him." He told her as she lay on the floor sobbing.

"You aren't ruining his life, you're killing him! It's my life you've ruined." She screamed.

Mordred picked her up and put her on the bed. "If I killed you his life would be ruined, but I wouldn't kill my own wife."

"Even if she says 'I hate you'? Because she does." Mordred left the room, locking the door behind him, just as he used to.

Lyra lay there on the bed with uncontrollable sobs.