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To anyone still here: I may revamp Arthur on a new blog at some point, but you can find me over at @aeghon

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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@lespendragons​ sent: “  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ” | from Morgana

     Perhaps in some eyes, Arthur’s loyalty could be seen as a fault. It was one of his greatest strengths, yet a trait he held that could lead him to his own demise. Many would expect a king to care little for his servant, but Arthur had proven he’d willingly lay down his life for him and fight with his knights to the death. He would not allow them to fight a war without him or die in vain. He would be by their sides right up to the end. Once upon a time, he would’ve done the same for Morgana.

     Using his sword as support, Arthur pulled himself back up to his feet. He’d been knocked off balance by magic, which he had discovered some time ago that Morgana possessed. It still pained him to think what had become of her--to think back on all of the memories he had of them together. They bantered, sure, but most of the time it was in a fond way and he had always deeply cared for her. It puzzled him to think that she could truly hate him so deeply. He’d made his mistakes (and had paid for many of them, too), but he wasn’t Uther. Alas, he no longer held onto hope that Morgana would be able to see past the hatred she was blinded by. It had completely consumed her, much like the way fear and resentment had consumed his father. The old Morgana he once knew was long gone.

     “And what will you do if you kill me, Morgana? How do you plan on being a queen to people who don’t respect you? They would see you dead,” Arthur answered back, his gaze locking onto Morgana’s own unfamiliar one. It was strange how someone he once knew so well could now appear as a complete stranger. “--Or do you plan to rule the way our father did? By instilling fear into the people.” Arthur had his own share of enemies, but he had been working on righting his wrongs and proving to people that he wasn’t following in Uther’s footsteps. He was trying to bring about change.

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@aquestionthatsneverbeenposed​ sent: “OK, I bent the rules a little. But the rules were wrong. They’re unfair.”

     Chin lifting ever so slightly, Arthur’s brows raised in question to Merlin’s attempt at an excuse. He’d been caught red-handed disobeying him, and that was the best he could do? “The rules were wrong?” He repeated after him, though his tone of voice made it clear that it was a rhetorical question rather than one to be answered.

     “I hadn’t realized I’d died and made you king. Why don’t you have a seat on the throne, Merlin? Put your feet up and tomorrow, you can go slay the beast dwelling in the caves while I stay here and do what you usually do. Absolutely nothing.” His words were followed by his hand clapping down firmly on Merlin’s shoulder, fingers tensing to grip at it as a disingenuous smile formed on his lips.

     Yet again, this was another situation where Merlin simply didn’t listen to him. Truly, his servant certainly had a terrible habit of going against his wishes, yet Arthur continued to keep him around despite it all. Foolish as he could be, he was a dear friend--Someone he knew that would be loyal to him to the very end. He cherished his company and companionship and would lay down his own life for him in a heartbeat--the same as he’d do for the servant girl he’d come to love so dearly.

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BBC’s Merlin  {Sentence Starters}

“I thought I told you to get out of my sight.”

“I thought I told you to do that yesterday?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a genius?”

“I had no idea you were so keen to die for me.”

“I warn you, I’ve been trained to kill since birth.”

“How come you’re so much better at this than me?”

“I’m your friend. You know I wouldn’t make this up.”

“I cannot stay when there’s no longer a use for me.”

“You had the advantage, you can’t afford to hesitate!”

“Wow. And how long have you been training to be a prat?”

“I saw you fighting today. You have a very aggressive style.”

“You are special. The likes of which I’ve never seen before.”

“I hate to ask, but I was wondering if you had anything to eat.”

“I won’t be alive long enough for anyone to do anything to me.”

“Anything you want, anything you need, all you have to do is ask.”

“I just didn’t fit in anymore. I wanted to find somewhere that I did.”

“OK, I bent the rules a little. But the rules were wrong. They’re unfair.”

“I believed you. I trusted you and you made me look a complete fool!”

“You have to show everyone that you were right and they were wrong.”

“I know what it was. I just want to know where you learned how to do it.”

“I don’t understand anything anymore. I need to know what’s happening.”

“I did it. I saw how desperate things were becoming. I had to do something.”

“I wouldn’t say I needed saving. I’m sure I would have thought of something.”

“How long are you going to keep punishing people for what happened then?”

“In life you always have a choice. Sometimes it’s easier to think that you don’t.”

“I am a terrible liar. I start sweating, my vision blurs, my brain stops working —!”

“Would you let something terrible happen if it meant you’d stop something even worse happening in the future?”

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@aquestionthatsneverbeenposed​ said: “you are not your father.”

     Words of encouragement spoken by Merlin still, to this day, often caught Arthur by surprise. Perhaps it was because he was used to the playful bantering they threw back and forth at each other, and so hearing genuine, uplifting words came as a bit of a shock. Merlin was often disobeying his orders and driving Arthur absolutely mad, but he had always remained loyal to him. And though he didn’t always express it openly, he truly had come to appreciate Merlin’s friendship and presence--even if he did think he was, at times, a bloody awful servant.

     Being the King was both a chance to do something right and a heavy burden weighing on his shoulders. He didn’t want to rule in the way his father had, as he wished to be a fair and just king and restore peace to Camelot. It was tough to do, however, when there’d been so much damage done and so many grudges held. He had to begin repairing his father’s mistakes and his own.

     Maybe there was a chance at the beginning of redemption now. In the dungeons, a person of magic was locked up and kept under close watch. She had been visibly angry for the way her people had been treated, making verbal threats yet not making any direct attacks. It left Arthur torn on what decision to make. Did he free her and risk her planning an attack, or did he execute her and instill fear in people the same way his father did? It would be a step back on how he wanted to earn his people’s trust and respect, and how he had promised a peaceful future for the druids after the mistake he’d made years ago.

     “I’ll assume by your choice of words that executing her would mean ruling as my father did.” In fact, he knew exactly what his father would do. The prisoner would have been killed in the morning. “Then what would you suggest, Merlin? --That I just show her mercy and hope she doesn’t return with a vengeance?” Arthur questioned, his hands running over his face in a display of stress. His view on magic had never been black and white. It had grey areas; parts that made him angry and distrustful (especially after the death of his father, which was due to magic) and other parts where he could see that some people didn’t have ill intent with it. Certain situations would often sway him closer from one end to the other.

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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                             The Once and Future King

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book starters [6] ;

                    [ THE BURIAL AT THEBES  S E N T E N C E  M E M E ]                                           ( SEAMUS HEANEY. )

“What’s to become of us?”

“Why are we always the ones?”

“There is nothing, sister. Nothing.”

“Hurt and humiliation — But this, I can not take.”

“I mean — Have you not heard?”

“The walls in there have ears.”

“This is for your ears only.”

“What is it? You have me scared.”

“Whoever isn’t for us, is against us.”

“You are just a body; to be dumped, disposed of like a carcass, left out for the birds to feed on.”

“If things have gone so far, what is there I can do?”

“We are weak where they are strong. Whether this or worse, we must do as we are told.”

“The dead will have to forgive me.”

“Anything else is madness.”

“From now on and no matter how your mind may I change, I will not accept your help.”

“If death comes, so be it. There will be glory in it.”

“I will go with my held high. The Gods will be proud of me.”

“The land of the living is neither here or there. We enter it and we leave it.”

“Live, then; and live with your choice.”

“Your cover-ups sicken me. I have nothing to hide from the powers that see it all.”

“I am doing what has to be done.”

“What are you? Hot-headed or cold-blooded?”

“You are mad, you don’t have a chance.”

“Nothing is going to stop the ones that love you from keeping on loving you.”

“Glory be to brightness, to the gleaming sun.”

“I am next in line. The throne has come to me.”

“Worst is the man who has all the good advice, and then because his nerve fails, fails to act in accordance with it, as a leader should.”

“Who would choose to be dead?”

“Never underestimate the lure of money.”

“Only a loony would walk himself into this.”

“Get there, get it out and get it over with.”

“I didn’t do the thing, I didn’t see who did it, and so, in fairness, I shouldn’t be blamed for it.”

“Why do you need such fences and defenses?”

“What are you saying? What man would dare do this?”

“I am the one that’s never welcome; the bearer of the bad news.”

“Enough. Do not anger me.”

“The gods, you think, will side with the likes of him?”

“Money has a long & sinister reach. It slips into the system, changes hands and starts to eat away at the foundations of everything we stand for.”

“Watch it. You are over stepping.”

“Can I say a word or am I just dismissed?”

“I warn you. You should keep a civil tongue.”

“What’s happening here is that the judge has misjudged everything.”

“There is no such thing as an oath the can not be broken.”

“Circumstances change, and so your mind changes.”

“Every now and then, the things you’d hardly let yourself imagine, actually happen.”

“Let me go. My job is done.”

“And you stand over this? This is the truth?”

“I did now. How could I not? Didn’t everybody?”

“And still you dared to disobey me?”

“I disobeyed because the law was not just.”

“The bigger the resistance, the bigger the collapse.”

“Iron that’s forged the hardest, snaps the quickest.”

“Even the wildest horses come to heel when they are reined & bitted right.”

“That’s how guilt affects some people. They break and everything comes out.”

“Will it be enough for you? To see me executed?”

“So you know something no one else knows?”

“They know it too. They are just too afraid to say it.”

“You terrorized us.”

“I won’t allow this, Justice won’t allow it.”

“If you die, how will I keep on living?”

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@druidtraitor​ ( One year after the previous events )

Over the course of a year, Arthur had dedicated a lot of his time to trying to make changes to Camelot. Magic was slowly but surely being introduced again, and though there had been some moments of panic where Arthur wanted nothing to do with it and wanted to shut the whole operation down, he had pushed through to the best of his abilities. Magic folk were coming forth to request hearings with him, seeking for payment in return for the evils done to them or their family in the past. Then, of course, there were some people of magic who were too angry for payment and wanted nothing more than to see Arthur dead. Those were the ones he had to watch out for, and those were the ones that he would give a death sentence to for making attempts on his life.

During one of his many journeys outside of the city, he’d come across a group of druids who were under attack. They were scrambling to get their belongings, reminding Arthur of when he had watched them flee at his presence a year ago. He’d taken it upon himself to help them, thus saving their lives and preventing them from having to move again. They’d been scared of him at first, knowing that they were in the presence of Arthur, son of Uther, but he had assured them that they had no reason to fear him and that he only wanted peace. It was one of the more memorable acts of kindness he’d done for those with magic. Was it enough to gain their trust? Perhaps not fully.

It was an uphill battle every step of the way, but Gwen was there to support him and assure him that every gesture counted. Even if it was a slow process, people were noticing the changes. Given time, Camelot would become the kingdom Arthur envisioned it to be. One day, he and the people of Camelot, including those of magic, would be able to live in peace and harmony. Uther would be rolling in his grave right now if he were to know of the changes Arthur was making. He would be seen as a disappointment, but Arthur knew now that Uther was indeed a broken man and had allowed fear to control him. Still, there was something for Arthur to fear: Mordred. His words still lingered in his mind, and Arthur actively sent knights and soldiers out to scout the area and ensure that no suspicious activity was taking place. If it was a war Mordred wanted, then it was a war he would have. It just left the question of when?

While riding back from his travels, Arthur had found himself ambushed by another group of swordsmen who opposed his reign. There was little time for talk and introductions, the king and his knights drawing their swords and quickly finding themselves engaged in battle. Arthur was a proud swordsman and was known to be the best Camelot had, but even he hadn’t been prepared for the challenge that had approached him. They were strong. A force to be reckoned with. His knights fought valiantly, yet one by one they were picked off by numbers greater than his own. They were outnumbered and evidently outmatched. Soon it was just Arthur left, and the king found himself knocked onto his back after a lengthy and ruthless sword fight. The opponents sword was now left lingering above his chest, threatening to pierce his heart at any given moment. He knew this position all too well from training and duels. This was defeat. And this time, Merlin wasn’t around to save him.

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You can be noble and brave and beautiful and still find yourself falling.

Ava Dellaira (via quotemadness)

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@gentlegrace continued from here

Noticing that the woman was unsteady on her feet, visibly swaying a little in place, Arthur let go of her hand to gently grab her by the shoulders and help steady her. “No thanks are needed,” he assured her. Truly, he was just happy to have been able to make it to her in time. She looked so young, but he knew better than to assume that the youthful were innocent. He’d seen plenty of sorcerers and witches who were young and had died at the hands of Uther.

“My name’s Arthur,” he then proceeded to answer, a small step back taken to remove himself from her personal space. “Prince Arthur.” Most people knew of his name. The young prince of Camelot, son of Uther Pendragon--the man who loathed magic and created laws that it was forbidden in Camelot. Taking a moment to glance around the surrounding area to check if there were any other threats lingering. His knights were checking too, so he returned his attention to the fair woman in front of him.

“May I have your name?” The girl certainly was beautiful. She had striking features and it wouldn’t surprise him to hear that she was a princess or held some sort of high title. Perhaps it was mildly arrogant of him to assume that only the princesses were the pretty ones, but if he were to picture a princess, she would surely fit the picture. “--And why on earth were these men trying to kill you?” Blue eyes looked her up and down before meeting her gaze. She didn’t look like a sorcerer, and then he came back to the same conclusion he drew before: she probably would have used magic to protect herself if she was.

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druidtraitor‌:

He couldn’t help but sense that when Arthur said ‘as he saw fit’, it meant no CONSEQUENCES for all that Merlin had done. Not with the close ties that seemed to bind the two. It would be far easier for him to look back on the so-called GOOD Merlin had done rather than every lie, every deceit, anything that might bring punishment to the other warlock. Once more he would escape unscathed which only added to Mordred’s growing frustration.  ❝   Then I won’t be holding my BREATH for anything to happen,   ❞  was the only comment Mordred could keep while still keeping that air of calm about him. The calm waters of the ocean while a current of RAGE raced just beneath the surface and how deep those waters ran———

How Arthur could even both to question if his words were a threat was beyond him. He made his position quite clear in that they now stood on OPPOSITE sides and perhaps forevermore. Never could Mordred see himself completely forgiving Camelot and its crown for all the wrongs done which was why he had offered leaving the kingdom behind completely. Though that compromise was quickly thrown aside by Arthur so that he might protect someone he thought to be a ‘FRIEND’. Once again, his lips twitched upwards in that cold smile and he couldn’t even bring himself to give a simple answer. Instead, Mordred lingered in silence.

And then one step back, then two steps back in retreat for the exalted king.  ❝   Uther would say he wanted peace as well but at the expense of my people. Even with your words, I see the same in you. No MERCY save for those in your inner circle.   ❞  Words weren’t the same as actions and in all the time Athur had been king, he had yet to rewrite the laws. Why would he now in the aftermath of so many RISING UP against him? No trust, never again. Mordred couldn’t allow himself to fall so blindly in step with another and he was sure Arthur would feel the same about many that might one day seek to be knights.

❝   I can, at the very least, thank you, I suppose. Thank you for opening my EYES on what a world we live in. It seems I held the same foolish beliefs as I did when I was a child.   ❞

Was he making a mistake by sparing Merlin’s life? Perhaps, but Arthur wouldn’t see him killed. He refused to have that sort of guilt resting on his shoulders when he already carried so much. But would his decision to save one life result in the loss of many? He hoped not, but he wouldn’t turn a blind eye or pretend that a threat was looming over Camelot. Knights and soldiers would be sent out regularly and then report back to him with any (if any) discoveries. Perhaps if he were to prove that he could make changes, Mordred would decide against bringing a war to him.

After all, Arthur’s goal was to prove that he didn’t seek to slaughter those of magic. A war against magic folk would only push him further down the hole that he was trying to claw his way out of. It was going to be a long process and he was certain that it wasn’t going to be easy, but he had to start somewhere. He had to prove not only to himself, but to the people of Camelot that he could be the king that could create the start of a new beginning. It was difficult to do when so many people would want him dead, but there had to be a way to end this vicious cycle.

“I know how you and your people see me.” No different than Uther. Arthur had been raised to believe that magic was evil and that no good could come of it. Much of the time, it was true. Magic was capable of bringing a lot of harm to people, but then he had to wonder...How many times had Merlin used magic for the greater good to save him? And on the darker side, how many people had suffered for him? He would have to sit down and think long and hard about what he wanted to do and how to execute it properly. “Given time, I hope they can come to view me in a more positive light.”

Watching as the druid began taking steps away from him, Arthur finally sheathed his sword. Both, it seemed, would live to see another day. It had been only an exchange of words, but there would likely be war in the future if Mordred was set in his ways of believing that Arthur was just like his father. Arthur’s hand remained on the hilt just in case a surprise attack were to happen, but he soon began taking a few steps away as well to begin parting ways. “If you become trapped in that mindset, then you never will see the world as anything else.”

For a long time, Arthur had been the same way towards magic. In fact, he still sometimes was. It was hard to be accepting of it after all that had happened to him. It seemed everyone he trusted was of magic and inevitably lied to him. Morgana, Merlin, Mordred, and Uther had lied about how he had been conceived. He couldn’t simply forget about or ignore the trauma it had caused him. Kneeling down but never turning his back, he placed two fingers against the neck of one of his knight’s to feel for a pulse. Alive and breathing; just unconscious. “I believe we’ve said our piece.”

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i adore your arthur and the dialogue you choose for him! reminds of watching the show all over again haha keep up the good work

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

Aww, thank you greyface. That’s very sweet of you & I appreciate you taking the time to send this to me. I’m glad you think I’m doing well with his dialogue ♡

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               ‘ DON’T SAY THAT. ’      her voice comes out unexpectedly harsh, as if she has been struck rather than sworn fealty ‘til death do them part.   she cannot bear to think of it   —   of anything happening to arthur, of losing him when they are so blessed to have found each other.        ‘ you are far too young to die, arthur.  too young to even consider it.    if protecting me is at the cost of your life…  it isn’t worth it. ’

It was just like Gwen to try to shut down his attempts at protecting her. She was so humble and kind and it was one of the many things Arthur adored about her, but he didn’t want her to think that her life was any less important than his own. “Nonsense, Guinevere. Do you really think I value your life so little?” Arthur questioned, hoping that she was well aware by now that his feelings for her were true and genuine. They ran deep and he would surely be stricken with grief if an ill fate were to befall her. He would protect her with his life, whether she liked it or not.

“What kind of man would I be if I wouldn’t die in place of the woman I love?” Arthur then added, though it wasn’t necessarily one that needed answering. It was more a statement than anything. It had nothing to do with being royalty, but rather everything to do with who he wanted to be as a person--with or without a crown. Grabbing Guinevere’s hand and pulling her to a stop, he then took both of her hands in his own. “Your life is worth everything to me. ----But don’t go assuming that I’m going to die. Look a little happy, would you? I’m trying to tell you that I love you, but apparently I’m no good at it.”