Heavy is the head
18+ - minors, get yaselves outta here.
*established secret relationship - reader is Arthur’s fiancés lady in waiting*
Warnings - Cheating, illusions to smut, Y/N, fiancée is an OG character.
I do not own any of the characters in this fic, credit to the own of this gif!
The sun shined boldly through Arthur’s curtains, accompanied by the sounds of happy birds chirping as if taunting him. “One day closer to being trapped in a loveless marriage”, they sing. Readying himself to get ready to go and have breakfast with Loralie, his mind slowly wanders to you. The softness of your skin, the breathless whisper of his name on your lips, your shining eyes looking up at him with nothing but love.
Being a prince was something that never phased Arthur, after all, he had everything a man could want. That was until he met you. Darting effortlessly through the crowds of the hall with your hands full, smiling and curtsying to each nobleman who laid eyes on you. He was entranced by your beauty from the moment he saw you, but unfortunately for him, the day he met you, was the day he met his arranged fiancée.
Uther had told him that if he wishes to be King before the year is out he must marry. Arthur begrudgingly accepted and the search for a wife commenced. He was happy with Loralie, she was pretty, well mannered and stayed out of his way, but he couldn’t help to seek you out every chance he got. When he learned that you were to become Loralie’s lady-in-waiting his heart did a dance and then dropped to his feet. Seeing you every day felt like heaven and torture at the same time.
A back-and-forth became the norm between you and the prince. Playful jabs here and there turned into subtle glances, which transformed into brazen flirting once his fiancée left the room. For months, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you, until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Earlier that day you had fallen victim to one of Morgana’s schemes and were left with a heavy bruise on your face. His eyes clouded with red when he saw what his sister had done. He cupped your face with his calloused hands and examined the damage, his heart squeezing each time you winced in pain. You returned to your chamber that night with a heavy heart and a throbbing face. The tears fell in sync with the stormy weather, believing love was painful.
A knock at your chamber door had you wiping your eyes and breathing heavily. “Who would be coming to see me at such a late hour”
The door heaved open and there stood Arthur. His chest rose and fell quickly, his hair tousled and cheeks pink. “Arthur?” Your eyes scanned him for any signs of illness, injury or god forbid something had happened to your mistress. “Y/N”. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, lips parted to speak, but before a word could get out his lips attacked yours. Soft and desperate.
He took you that night, repeatedly whispering how much he loved you. He’d lie awake each night he was with you, figuring out how to be with you. Then it hit him.
Once he ascended as King he would change the law, divorce Loralie, as much as it pained him, and marry you. His father would have no say…
And he did just that.