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Chapter 6
Green. That is the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. It stretches out far in front of him, small tendrils of it tickling his face.
'Grass'
And as his eyes travel further away to the tall stone walls ahead, he realises that is it Camelot grass.
Relief overwhelms him at the sight of the city gates. He is home at last. Wearily he pulls himself to his feet and begins to stumble forwards, only to stop at the unnatural absence of a familiar shadow at his side. Turning to look behind, his eyes find the owner of that shadow.
Still and pale the figure lies awkwardly on the ground, blood plastering tattered clothing to the brutalised skin beneath it. Painful breaths come out of bruised lips, as clouded cobalt eyes watch him apprehensively from behind a curtain of matted black hair.
There is temptation. Temptation to run forwards and cradle this man in his arms. To carry him into the safety of those stone walls and care for him. To clean each wound himself and press his lips to the soft scars they will leave behind when they heal.
And yet, there is something stronger than that temptation. Something that tears acidly through his chest as he takes in the sight of the pitiful person before him.
Betrayal.
It stings like an open wound. It hurts. And so he stops looking.
Without a backwards glance he turns from the body at his feet and walks towards the city, resolved to be a different man; a man without temptation.
A king without a servant.
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