A beautiful Misconception

Chapter one: Duties and Idiots!

'There was a knock on the door' the man in the bed mind's registered as he was becoming conscious and moving out of his sleepy state, he opens one eye and turns onto his side, wanting to sleep some more, but with another hard knock on the door obviously meant that it was not meant to be. He stretches his arms, glaring at the door.

"Come in" he shouts out, so that he is heard from the other side of the door. The door creaks open and a big tall man walks in, swishing fabric as he does so, the fabric being his clean and crisp bed covers for tonight, he hisses out as he watches the Servant move to the window and draw back the curtains, letting in streams of unwelcome bright sunlight hit his eyes.

"Aaaaargh, blasted things, shut them and give me another hour" he murmurs angrily and rolls his eyes at the older man as he shakes his head and leans forward to open the window, and take hold of the basket of dirty washing.
"No can do Sire, your father wants you to be up bright and early to do some practise fighting with your fellow friends" the man grunts out as he leaves the room. The blonde haired boy in the bed scowls and gets out of bed, slipping on his undershirt and pants.

"Oh yes I forgot, I am not an ordinary boy whom can lounge about all day without a care in the world, no I am Prince of my Kingdom, Arthur Pendragon son to Uther King of Camelot." he says to himself, slipping his chest armour over his head and letting it fall to his waist. Arthur sighs as he grabs his sword from his chair and walks at a rapid pace out of the room.

Arthur closes his door and strides down the corridor nearly walking into an old man who was carrying bottles of what were probably Medicine, he rolls his eyes as they all topple out of the hands of the old man, cursing silently the boy bends down and grasps the bottles in his hands before passing them over.

"Young people these days, why don't you watch where you are going" Gaius snaps at the Prince, the boy rushes of towards the king's private chambers, knocking over Morgana's maid before he found himself pushing open a set of double oak doors and walking through them.

"Yes we shall plan a mission to go there at a later point, now anything else on the agenda... Ah Arthur, how pleased I am that you finally thought it good to grace us with your presence, Lord and my Lady, may I introduce this strapping young lad as my son, Arthur." His father, Uther said with a polite smile. Arthur mentally cringes at his father’s words, knowing that he was in deep trouble when this meeting is over; he shakes the Lord's hand and kisses the Lady's muttering polite greetings and wishing good fortune to them.

"Father isn't that hanging today? We had some trouble yesterday with an elderly woman, begging us to release her son, she was throwing rotten fruit and stones at my knights and hurling curse words. What shall we do with her?" he asks, already having an idea to what was going to be his father's response.

"We’ll let her be and allow her to watch him die, we need to set an example to those that practise magic, that it is not tolerated in MY kingdom. Magic is evil, son total chaos and I will not have it! This will be brought to order and those responsible for it will die" He hisses, his expression darkening, as if reliving some sort of memory. Arthur frowns, thinking that no man deserves such a fate as being killed... not even someone that does magic, and who is to say that it is even bad? He closes his eyes as he remembers when he was younger; an old maid used to cause flames to appear in the air and move around to calm him down when he was crying or had nightmares. On a day such as that guards walked in and took her away, most probably killing her. He could still hear her screams of telling him to never forget ringing in his ears.

"Arthur... ARTHUR, we better be going to the town square, and get this execution over and done with. So that we can attend to more important matters" His father said, disturbing Arthur's trip down memory lane. He nods and follows his father down the steps and to the town square, nodding politely at the servants they pass.

The Blonde haired young man looks around the now busy courtyard which was filled with hundreds of people and in front of them was a huge dark wooden platform, which creaked whenever walked on. Above that a long panel stretched to the width of the wooden floor below it, and hanging of the panel was a piece of rope shaped into a long circle. A man’s shaved head was in that rope, his hands tied tight behind his back so he could not escape; he was whimpering and pleading for them to release him, to see that he was innocent. In the crowd was a piercing scream as the stool was kicked from the man’s feet causing him to strangle to death. Arthur gulps and closes his eyes, not being able to face the man dying for something, to him, not worth a life being taken.

“My son is dead! You killed my son Uther Pendragon; you let your hatred and fear of magick warp you and condemn innocent people to death for their beliefs and practises. I curse you Pendragon; you will feel what I feel with the loss of your own son!” An old woman croaks out as she points at Arthur. The king growls and orders the guards to capture her but before they could move a pile of feathers surrounded the woman and suddenly she was gone and the feathers fluttered to the ground.

“Find her! I say find her and arrest her!” King Uther shouts as Arthur leaves the area with his knights’ hell bent on taking his frustration out on some target practice and maybe an idiot or two.

“Where’s the target?” Arthur shouts out looking at a peasant boy carrying a basket of eggs, his tattered clothes moving towards the direction the wind is going. He frowns slightly as the boy looks up at them and actually dares point at the target and proceeds to tell him where it is. He smirks and tells one of his knights to give the boy the shield, Arthur then grabs a sword from his hilt and aims it at the shield, watching in satisfaction as it makes a thud as it comes into contact with the shield and makes the boy shout in shock.

“Keep moving boy, I want a moving target” he tells, no, he orders the boy as he starts throwing more, oblivious to the young man’s discomfort but noticing the knights laughing as he picks on the peasant, he joins in as the boy falls over the shield hitting the floor with a resounding crash.

“Hey, come on that is enough” the prince looks up to see whom had the audacity to say anything like that to him, only to be greeted by a scrawny man with a mop for hair on top of his head and bright blue eyes.

“What?” He hisses out, still feeling rather shocked and at the same time angry at the other guy for even treating him like that, he scowls and walks forward.

“You’ve had your fun my friend” the dark-haired man says to him with a silly grin on his
face.

“Do I know you?” Arthur asks as he moves closer, intent on teaching him a lesson.

“I’m Merlin” the man tells him and moves his hand outwards to shake his hand, Arthur shakes his head.

“So I don’t know you... Yet you call me friend?” he purses his lips and moves till he is only inches from the scruffy dressed commoner.

“That was my mistake”

“Yes” Arthur mutters, looking over at his knights finding this rather amusing.

“I would never have a friend, who could be such an Arse” The man says quite loudly, Arthur glares at the man before laughing, the other knights following his lead.

“Alright well if you could be so stupid... tell me Merlin do you know how to walk on your knees?” he says to the man, instantly thinking he should have chosen his wording a little better and not make it sound odd. Merlin shakes his head at him and then shrugs his shoulders.

“Would you like me to help you?”

“I wouldn’t if I were you” the blue eyed man grunts out.

“Why? What are you going to do to me? Come on!”

“You have no idea” Merlin hisses out, clenching his fingers into a fist

“Come on then be my guest” Arthur taunts and moves even closer, he laughs and grabs onto Merlin’s arm and moves it behind his back as the guy has the audacity to attempt to punch him. He pulls the idiot closer to his body to get a better hold, trying not to notice how nice it felt to have someone that close to him.

“I can put you in jail for that” he says into Merlin’s ear angrily

“Who do you think you are? The king?” the man hisses as he squirms against the blonde’s firm grip on him, ignoring the gasps of the people around him.

“No, I’m his son... Arthur” he growls out pushing the stupid man onto his knees, enjoying the look of shock on him as he has the guards take him to the dungeons. ‘That would teach him a lesson for daring to behave like that towards me, the complete idiot’ Arthur thinks to himself as he resumes throwing a knife at the boy with the shield.


A/N: Ok this is the first chapter sorry for the shortness but I hope you all will like this, please review. Reviews encourage me.