King Arthur Fanfiction Drabble for sasha_b
Title: Lay bare
Warnings: None
Characters/Pairings: Arthur and Lancelot (no pairings)
Author's Notes: King Arthur Drabble. I don’t own Arthur despite of how much I dream of it, nor did I conjure up Lancelot. Written for Ashley (
sasha_b).
The icy wind stung at my cheeks as I allowed my mount his head across the open plain. We rode until the grey day turned to dusk and the rains came across the mountains to shroud the landscape in a heavy mist.
Remember me.
I felt my heart beat in time with each powerful stride of my stallion’s legs as he thundered across the terrain to our unascertained destination. I am not running….I am free now.
Remember you.
A small fire does little to warm my body from the cold. Thick drops of water continue to fall from the dark sky unmercilously down upon my head. I close my eyes and see only his; glistening orbs of green that shown upon the darkest chasms of my soul.
Cannot forget.
I tucked cold fingers beneath my water soaked hauberk and pressed the palm of my hand over the scar. Had it all been for nothing?
Cannot forgive.
No words came in the end. I turned away, mounted and rode out through the massive gates one last time. Never looking back, I rode like the wind. Free at last…and never.
* * * *
Forgive me.
I steel my expression to mask my true reaction. You are free now, my brother. I pray that we shall meet again one day beyond these earthly cares. I begged God to spare you, to take my life in your stead. You gave to me what I could not offer to you.
Honor you.
I lower the burning flame to touch the kindling that covers what remains. The fading sun reflects on the twin blades as they stand guard. Kneeling at your side one final time, I thank God above for showing me His grace in your soul.
Remember you.
I hold the pendent in my hand; thumb slowly caressing over the lion’s face as I think of you. She would have been proud of you. I was proud of you.
I carefully slip the worn leather strings over my head and tuck the pendent beneath the collar of my finely made tunic. I momentarily see your face in m mind’s eye. I smile as I think back on the day I first met the young Sarmatian. Nearly black eyes threatened to scorch my soul as that angular face stared defiantly back at his Commander. You taught me what it is to survive.
I stepped through the threshold of the chapel and walked purposefully, with head held high, towards the alter and my awaiting bride. I steeled my expression to hide my true emotions on this day…..the pendent nearly scorched my flesh over my heart as if to mark me…forever yours.
~end.
Hope you like it, honey. *hugs*