Ficly

Betrayals and Ends

“The mark of a man is how he answers a mistake,” Emrys said.

In the distance, trumpets sang. Arthur had reached the front line. The clash of metal on metal renewed. Lila glanced over her shoulder, then back at Emrys.

“I don’t understand,” she said.

Something in his gaze fractured. He took a step closer. “I will see this battle through, and then I will send you back.” He took a deep breath. “I have never wanted anything more than to serve my king.”

“You would better serve him by helping him fight,” Lila said. “Come on! Mordred has Clarent –”

“I have never wanted anything more – till now.”

Lila realized what was coming moments before it came. This time she let it happen. Emrys’s mouth beneath hers was hot and slick; his hand splayed in the small of her back was warm. When he pulled back, he was trembling.

“I will never betray my king,” he whispered, “but I had not realized he could betray me.”

“Emrys, I didn’t know –”

“I am a loyal servant.”

“Then let’s go fight.”

“We both know how this will end.”

View this story's 1 comments.