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Arthur went back to just starting at Merlin -- a slightly similar expression that he had when he saw him sleeping. Though this time, Merlin was awake, yet apparently was dreaming if he thought Arthur was actually being serious in permitting his servant to take the rest of the day off. Now the question was . . . how long would it take Merlin to realize that Arthur was not serious. For he seemed to be lost in his own wishful thinking, speaking of how he was tired -- which Arthur didn't care about -- and how hungry he was -- which Arthur cared even less about. It wasn't until he could see the expression change in Merlin's face, and his words of realization come out, that Arthur's own expression finally changed. "Well look at that, apparently you're not as much of an idiot as I thought." Not. "You are a far bigger one!" He added, giving Merlin a heavy push to the side.

"Of course I'm joking Merlin," he said as further confirmation. Now, the scolding could really begin. "Why the hell would I ever reward you for falling asleep on the job?!" It was times like these that Arthur wished Cedric wasn't a thief and possessed by the spirit of a dead sorcerer. Though Arthur considered Merlin a good friend of his, and in that way, was completely irreplaceable. But that didn't mean Arthur was going to say it, nor make Merlin's life any easier. "You may have mucked out the stables, but what about all the other things you have to get done? Like polishing my armor, doing my laundry, mopping my floors, sweeping the fireplace . . . shall I go on?!" Really, it was just bad luck for Merlin that Arthur happened to walk in on it . . . for he knew Merlin wasn't actually lazy. But where was the fun in life if he didn't give his man servant a hard time? Tormenting Merlin after all, was Arthur's favorite passtime.

Arthur couldn't help but smile when she spoke of how she felt that Thomas knew what name to give his new companion, yet afraid to tell it. Arthur never wanted him to feel afraid to tell them anything, though it was more her words about how he may be able to get it out of him -- and of course her words about how Thomas loved him dearly -- that made Arthur smile. "And I love him," Arthur told her, knowing he had done a poor job of showing that, and he had not said it nearly enough. Which was part of the reason he had written the letters for him.

To help convey that; to help express how much he cared about Thomas because . . . it was always during such a dangerous time that one truly realizes how short life is, and how much there is left unsaid. "I'll see if I can convince him to share the name he has in mind," Arthur told her, still feeling honored that she believed he of all people would be able to get it out of him. "Come. Shall we start Amaren's birthday celebration now?" Arthur asked, meaning . . . it was time for all of them to spend the rest of the day together, before he spent the night with the woman he loved.

Arthur remained quiet as she spoke those words of wisdom that she always seemed to carry within her. He had missed it. He had missed her. Everything about her. Her counsel and advice, and words of comfort that she had given him made him feel far more assured than words offered by anyone else. The only one who ever even came close to comparing, was Merlin. But still. It had always been her. And even now, when they were working to repair their damaged relationship, and build that trust between them again . . . he felt a strong comfort in her words. Knowing, it was selfish of him and that this wasn't what today was about. It was not about making himself feel better, or talking of politics. But he also knew that they were remaining on semi safe subjects . . . semi, because it was difficult to determine what subjects were easy to talk about. Where as once he would speak all that was in his heart, he had taken many steps back from doing that . . . having realized that she'd not always spoken what was in hers.

For if she had . . . he would have known how she truly felt about Lancelot, and all the temptation he had brought with him. Not wishing to think of that tonight, for it was obviously forgiven, he forced his mind to focus on other things. "My father kept it strong, and safe from its enemies. I fear that we have more threats than ever." Why were they talking about this?! They should not be! "But let us not speak of such dark matters," he said with a bit of a smile. "It was not why I brought you to this area, which holds such wonderful memories. I would not wish to tarnish them with speaking of threats and dangers." Though ironically, the first time they had come here had ended with his father discovering them. Still. He was trying to focus on the good. Not all the bad that had happened in their lives.

He gave a small smile at her reaction to what he revealed their chosen names for their child to be. Well, her reaction to Anna's. "Yes. We wanted to name her after your mother." He wanted her to know that it was not coincidence that they would name their daughter after her mother. And he wanted her to know that it was a decision they had made. While suggested by her, Arthur loved the name, and furthermore, loved the sentiment it held. Besides, it was indeed a beautiful name and Arthur felt honored that she would wish to name a child they created together after such a significant person in her life. "There is nothing you need thank me for Guinevère," he assured her, not wanting her to feel that he had done a favor for her, because in actuality, she was doing something for him.

"You honor me, but wishing to name our child after your mother." Words he'd spoken to her in the past, and in his mind . . . and felt the need to say them now to her. He felt a bit relieved when she said that she liked the name Amaren. Though he wasn't sure if she was saying that to be polite or -- no. She liked it. While she may not have her memory, she was still Guinevère. His Guinevère. And Guinevère had liked that name. "It is indeed unique, and if it does not appeal to you, or grow on you these next few days, then we can change it." Even though he knew she liked it, he didn't want her to feel pressured to do anything that they had previously decided. Besides, she was still coming to terms with a great deal . . . mainly being his wife and being pregnant with a child.

Arthur could sense that her gratitude was far deeper than one expressed for simply allowing her to get some rest. He wanted to tell her that she had nothing to thank him for . . . yet remained silent. Once again, he didn't want to argue with her, or make her feel like she had to explain herself and justify her words of gratefulness. No. He just wanted her to get rest and become healthy again. He didn't know if his company was helping or hindering that, but would do whatever it took to ensure she had a healthy pregnancy and safe delivery. Not only for the child's sake, but for hers as well. Because he loved her. Realizing that he was just staring at her, lost in thought, he finally forced himself to snap out of it, and returned to the present. Rather than the depth of his mind.

"Take care Guinevère. And I will see you tomorrow." He wanted to check on her tonight . . . but didn't trust himself to be with her in the late hour. Being intimate was not only by making love, but even by holding her as she slept, or just laying next to her . . . he couldn't do that. He couldn't keep encouraging what he wanted them to be, because it was not what they were. They were not a happily married couple, madly in love. They were married . . . to protect their child. How stranger it was, for him to love her so much, yet it was not what had caused them to marry. Not wishing to dwell in such thoughts in front of her, he gave another small nod of farewell and forced himself to leave her chambers, having to fight the urge not to go back in, so returned to his own room . . . a room that should have become theirs.

Arthur felt a small wave of relief when she assured him that he was not disturbing her. Though he was also not oblivious to the fact that many would never tell a royal that they were unwelcome, especially someone as polite and kind as Elenora. Still. The strong genuine tone she spoke in convinced him that his visit was not too much of an inconvenience. So with that in mind, he sat in the chair near the bed, so that it would not be such a strain for her to look up at him. Besides, he felt rude standing, towering over her. He suppressed a smile when she brought up Guinevère's name. His heart ached for many things, one of them being that he had caused her to lose her best friend: Morgana. He knew they were close, and he knew that Guinevère missed her, even if they had not had the conversation of Morgana's disappearance at length.

"You are indeed," he agreed in a quiet voice, thinking of all those who had passed . . . all those that he would never forgive himself for losing. "Though I wish you too could be spared from the pain of your injury." Though she was still lucky that it was not more serious, he wouldn't wish pain upon anyone. And wished that some how, by some miracle, he could take everyone's pain onto himself. She spoke of a knight who saved her life, and while he knew not how her injury was caused, he was not surprised to hear that a knight had saved her life. So many had saved others . . . so many brother's lost. Men that Arthur had trained with, grown up with . . . men he would never see again. "Do you know who it was?" He asked, though if she referred to him in a general way, then Arthur assumed not.

"There are no braver men, than the knights of Camelot." He could say this with the utmost confidence. There was a reason that Camelot's army had the best reputation in all the kingdoms. There was a reason they were unbeatable. "I could not agree more," Arthur continued to say, when she spoke of how if it weren't for that knight, and many others . . . then more lives would have been lost. Many, many, many more. "Those who passed, will be honored and remembered." Mourned and cherished. Be it citizen, noble or knight. Her next words caused him to pause, as she said that they were fortunate to have him as a leader. He could not disagree more. No. They were not fortunate to have him as a leader.

For a true leader would not have let this happen. A true leader would not have let the dragon escape. A true leader would not have let the dragonlord die. And a true leader . . . would not have let so many others fall. He couldn't agree to her words, but nor did he want to remain silent and thus appear rude. He was not about to unburden his heart to her, as she had more than enough to cope with. "What is fortunate is that we have knights like the one who saved you. And citizens who are willing to help each other as much as they are. Camelot is fortunate, to consist of such incredible people." The kingdom. Not its prince or general . . . but it was the people they were fortunate for. It was the people that should be praised, not him.

Lady Polyxena!! I Pmed you so that we could work out the details better !! I just had a few questions and such and it was easiest to do it through a message!!

OOOH OKIES! AWESOME Yass!! Those all sound goodly!! So then for the Yassia one, I'm assuming her return to Camelot would fall somewhere in between the three year gap between S4 and S5?? Since if she was gone , got married and all that jazz, it would take a bit of time before she traveled again?? If I'm correct in assuming such

And the other two ideas sound fab!! Juuustt another question about timeline!! What kind of timeline do you have in mind for them?? you basically know Arthur's timeline (since you've seen the show ) so if you'd like to pick any season/general ep that you think those two incidents would fit best under, just let me know! Then we can figure out who's starting what !!

WOOOHH THATS GREAT NORA!! THANK YOU!! I will get to work on typing out a post to you ! And if you want any more threads in the future, juuust let me know! I'm up for anything an everything at any time !!

MERLIN!! I'm SO looking forward to thread with you tooo!! And remember, whenever you're ready for more, just let me know!! Cause I will always be up for more Merlin/Arthur awesomeness !!

Heeey Glad to see you back on track!
Soo, I'd love to thread with you once more and I still have the same four girls to offer xD However, since Yassia's story has become pretty fleshed out, I'd love to include Arthur into that a little, mainly maybe a thread when she comes back to Camelot after her stay in Mercia, to say goodbye and thank Arthur for everything, since she has found the help she needed in Oliver and is now ready to tackle the task of taking back her own kingdom xD

Then of course, there's always Brynn and Robyn who can be anywhere anytime. Brynn recently broke up with Alex so she's in a bit of a bad mood. Robyn is as mischievous as ever and ready to cause some more mischief with her loud mouth ^^ Take your pick!

OOOHH A thread with Yassia sounds good!! Since we haven't had TOOO much interaction between those two! Well, other than her finding out that he's a prince and him finding out that she's a princess !! Around what time is Yassia leaving Camelot?? Like, season/ep wise! Just so I know where Arthur's head is at in terms of relationships and whats going on in the kingdom !!

OOOHH and two other lovely ladies to choose from!! OMG I am HORRIBLE at making deicsions, so I usually just say, DO THEM ALL!! . . . Isn't that terrible?! hahahah!! For Robyn hmmm *tries to think of ideas* Maybe she's in the market and . . . would it be in character for her to get in a bit of an argument with a vendor? OR maybe a noble??Since I take it she doesn't like them much? MAybe Arthur's passing by and hears some argument or something? OR the noble is getting the guards to arrest her and Arthur tries to figure out what happened? Since he's not too bias and doesn't necessarily always side with nobles!

For Brynn . . . poor girl! hahahh!! We could have a causal passing by with them? He notices she seems a bit down and asks if everything is alright??

I dunno if any of those ideas are good or not! Just throwing them out there :$ Let me know if any appeal to you, and if not! I can keep brainstorming!!

Arthur's day had been filled with performing his usual princely duties. He started the day with a lengthy training session with his men, before going on patrol to make sure all was well, and then after that, a series of meetings with the council. Not exactly his favorite pastime but of course it was important. For one day he would be king -- as his father constantly reminded him of -- and Arthur wished to be one that Camelot deserved. One that the people would be proud to call their king. And in order to do so . . . he needed to be as well versed in politics as he could be. After the meetings, he even went to see Morgana in her chambers, though in actuality, he wasn't looking for her at all. He only hoped to catch a glimpse of Guinevère, even share a few casual words with her . . . though nothing felt casual about their relationship. The more he was around her, the stronger he felt for her. And he knew he couldn't. He exchanged only a few words, knowing it wasn't appropriate to keep . . . pretending. Even if he couldn't help it. When he finally left, his mind desperately needed a distraction. Something to keep him from dwelling on the impossible.

And . . . he knew the absolute perfect distraction: Merlin. From what had started out as a horrid arrangement, turned into one of the strongest friendships Arthur could have imagined. Of course he bullied Merlin and tormented him to no end . . . but deep down, he truly considered Merlin a friend. Perhaps even a brother. Deciding that he would give him hell -- which was nothing new -- Arthur made his way around the castle, first checking his chambers, then Gaius' -- to make sure Merlin wasn't slacking of course. He was informed that Merlin as in the stables . . . mucking it out no doubt. Now this Arthur just had to see! He made his way there, dressed in causal attire which consisted of a shirt, a jacket on top, trousers, boots that he would make Merlin polish later, and of course his sword around his waist on his sword belt -- which he would also make Merlin polish. Once Arthur arrived at the stables, he didn't see or hear any movement. It wasn't until he looked around that there he saw Merlin . . . quite literally sleeping on the job.

Hmm. Well this was interesting indeed. Arthur walked toward him, but he did not open his eyes. So Arthur folded his arms across his chest and just stared at him. And stared. And stared. As if somehow, his staring would wake Merlin up. It didn't. And Arthur's patience was wearing thin. He shook his head, even if Merlin couldn't see him and decided to take a more drastic measure of waking him up. And he knew the perfect way. He moved his foot back a bit and then with all his might, kicked the bucket that Merlin was resting on well out from underneath Merlin, sending it to the other side of the stable and being as loud as he could as the his boot hit the metal, which also caused his servant to lose his balance. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Arthur's voice was bitterly sarcastic as it lacked any sympathy . . . for he of course, was not actually sorry.