♔ 3 | Uneasy Lies The Head...

[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur is standing in the Great Hall of Camelot, the Coronation crown heavy upon his brow.

He doesn't want to be here.

And suddenly he isn't. He's in the middle of lake, sinking...sinking into the murky depths. He looks down and sees his father's lifeless face disappearing into the darkness.

Arthur struggles against the water, it seems more like chains or that quicksand he encountered in the Perilious Lands.

The water is suffocating coming in from every side and somehow...the crown is still on his head. A King's Crown, a king's duties...

Arthur is drowning in them.]

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[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur continues to struggle, confused, not understanding what she's asking him.

Some people just don't remember their dreams very well...if at all.]

"I don't...I just want everything the way it was..."

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

How pathetic.

If you want to call yourself a prince, you have to be ready for the day it will be 'king'.

[not_a_clotpole]

[Her words give Arthur pause and perhaps a bit of bouyancy.

He'll still object though.]

"It's never easy to accept a parent's death."

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[No, it's not. Even as she is now, her mother's death would devastate her. However, a royal has a duty to their position.]

Your private and public wills are different.