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Post by Guinevère on Oct 7, 2011 23:43:21 GMT -5
Guinevère lit the candles one by one, and with every fire that quickened to life she said a silent prayer. Please, let Arthur return alive. She could see it now, the knights riding in, with the same type of cart behind Arthur's horse that her father had been carried on. She'd once again finding her self running down the steps in tears and pure heart break. Merlin would look at her with that look he hate sometimes: that knew just too much. Arthur would be there, covered from view by a cold sheet. Ready to be taken to Gaius to be prepared to lie next to his mother forever.
Instead she prayed as she lit each candle that he would ride in the hero like he always did. Bright and alive. She looked back at his father, and wondered if he even knew were his son was. If he could even understand in his fogged mind. She pitted the fallen king, but knew that she would not have wished this upon anyone. To be so broken.
Yet if Arthur died, she feared it would be what she'd become.
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Post by kinguthersqueen on Oct 12, 2011 19:05:58 GMT -5
Uther took little notice of the figure in his room. It was not all of the time that he took notice of anyone these days. He would speak now and then, would sometimes even appear almost normal. Other times, he was obviously not lucid, or simply felt too depressed and broken to speak much. But he did know that something was very wrong. His mind was at least clear enough to see that.
The screams rarely stopped now, some distant and soft, others right here in the castle. Uther was not certain if the ghostly figures he saw were reality or not, but they taunted him, like pale skulls, forcing his guards to ward them off with light. Somehow, he did not think them more hallucinations. Word had gotten around of the toll they were exacting.
Arthur had said he was leaving, but the conversation was not completely clear in Uther's mind. He could not recall where Arthur had said he was going or when he was returning, only that he had not liked the way his son had sounded. It sounded almost like a goodbye.
The person here now wasn't him, but the servant girl, Gwen. Uther finally spoke, his voice containing the usual tiredness and strain it carried these days.
"Where is Arthur? Something is wrong. I fear for him."
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Post by Guinevère on Oct 25, 2011 22:17:14 GMT -5
Uther spoke and she walked over closer to him, knowing he was asking about his son. It broke her heart to see him asking for Arthur and knowing that he might forever be asking for him. "He went on a hunting trip, my lord," she told him hoping it would be believed. "He should be back in a few days." She hoped. Everyone hoped.
The mission was dangerous and she was worried every moment for him. Even more so knowing--or guessing--that Morgana was behind the attacks. "He will be back soon." She repeated, trying to make them both believe it for they both needed to believe it. They both loved him so much and could not afford to lose him. Arthur was their light in this dark time. Even the king here, seemed to need him more sot hen ever before.
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Post by kinguthersqueen on Oct 27, 2011 23:43:59 GMT -5
Uther wanted to believe her. He had little doubt that Arthur would give his life for the kingdom if it were necessary. He had been brought up knowing the importance of the kingdom and the good of the people over one's own life. And that was what his words had sounded like. Even with the horror of the spirits and the disarray of his mind, Uther wasn't certain she was telling the truth.
"It did not sound that way. It is difficult to recall his words, but I do recall his tone. And his eyes. It sounded as though he were facing something...something frightening. Like he might not return."
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Post by Guinevère on Nov 9, 2011 22:38:56 GMT -5
Guinevère wished she had some better words of comfort for the king about his son but she knew that times were dangerous and the mission they were on could see them all killed. It was a long trip to the island, and every step of the way something would be out there to hunt them or seek to hurt them. These ghost or spirits mostly.
She wanted to agree with the king, about Arthur but she knew he needed no worry on his fragile shoulders. "It's a longer hunting trip, perhaps he was worried about you while he is away." She tried, "You have not been eating well, sire, we should try to eat something so he will see color in your cheeks when he returns." She wondered if it would work, or if Uther was more aware then they gave him credit for.
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Post by kinguthersqueen on Nov 13, 2011 19:53:35 GMT -5
Uther was drifting, really, in and out of reality. He wasn't even sure it was really Gwen, although at least this time he'd stopped insisting she was Nimueh or Morgana. The spirits were attacking him and making things even worse;Merlin had already chased one away with fire, and Uther now refused to be without a torch nearby, although it was never certain he wouldn't sit there holding it, fall asleep, and start a fire. The guards watched him closely.
"I hope something is done...they torment me. The screaming spirits. They leave me no rest. I hope Arthur can stop it...I know he has gone to try. He would not do nothing while this happens."
For a moment, he seemed rather all right, but then he slipped into delusion once again.
"You only wish me to eat so that I will die...my food is never safe. You will eat first. Then we will see."
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