Title: The Future Is Now (Chapter 47)
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Luther (Uther) Lord Weatherly
Summary: Arthur goes to Parliament to stake his claim.
Word Count: 917
Prompt: 368 Pride
Arthur stood in a waiting area at Parliament. He was about to go in and show his proof. The translation was on its way over and from the call he got from Merlin there was nothing that Parliament could do to stop Arthur taking over as King.
Arthur heard a noise outside the door then was startled when Luther was escorted into the room by a guard.
“Father, what are you doing here? I didn’t think you wanted to be involved in any of this.” Arthur held out his hand.
“Arthur, you’re my son.” Luther took his hand and shook it. “I wanted to be here to see you become what you should be. I was wrong to have ever doubted the Prophecy. Will you ever forgive me?”
“Yes, but I still have to convince Parliament that I’m the true king.”
“I'm sure you'll do just that.” Luther beamed with pride. “You have always had a way about you. You will prevail. I believe in you.”
Something in the way his father spoke bothered Arthur. He smiled and nodded but didn’t say anything. Arthur wanted to let his father tell him what was up in his own time.
Merlin slipped in the room. “They have the translation and they’re looking it over. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Arthur rubbed his hands together and picked up the sword from the chair. “It’s time to fulfil this prophecy.”
“Arthur, I’m proud of you the way you’re handling all of this.” Luther patted him on the shoulder.
Merlin glanced at Luther then gave Arthur a questioning look. Arthur shot Merlin a warning look as Luther turned toward the door.
A guard opened the door and ushered them into the main floor of parliament. Merlin and Luther took seats as Arthur walked into the middle of the room. Lord Weatherly joined Arthur.
“Lord Cardiff, you want us to believe you are the reincarnation of King Arthur. Why should we believe you?”
Arthur stood tall and held up Excalibur. “I bear the sword known as Excalibur. Only three people can handle this sword. King Arthur, Merlin and a descendant of the blacksmith that forged the original blade. We know now that Queen Guinevere is that descendant. I have in my possession the seal ring.” Arthur held up his hand. “The ring was found in the crypt of King Arthur’s son, King Amhar of Britain with the help of a scroll found in the same chest as the Regal Orders that give me the right to make my claim. Lastly, I have proof that my DNA matches King Arthur's blood on a bandage from his mortal wound.”
Lord Weatherly bowed his head slightly. “All very impressive but before we hand over the Kingdom of Britain to you. What will you do that we cannot? Will you allow Parliament to remain as it is, or will you rule without us?”
“I would work with you. Parliament would become a modern-day round table. As king, I would have the final say but I will listen to you and take your advice.”
“So, if you don’t like what we say then what?” Lord Weatherly asked with a smirk on his face. “Heads on pikes?”
“That would depend on if what you say is with the best interest of the Kingdom or just a ploy to keep your power over everyone.” Arthur moved around the room. “This is our Britain. We are the ones that build it up or destroy it. I want to build it up.”
“And what of Queen Elizabeth? What is her fate?” Lord Weatherly asked.
“I have no plans to harm a great grandmother and a gracious Queen. She has been on board with my taking the throne.” Arthur told him. “Queen Elizabeth was the one who gave me the scroll that led me to the seal ring. I believe she had plans to withdraw to Scotland. I only ask for Britain. The lands beyond these borders are hers.”
Arthur walked around the room again. “Who will join me as I work to build a stronger kingdom?”
As several people started to applaud, Lord Weatherly looked annoyed. “We have yet to debate your claim, Lord Cardiff.”
“The Regal Orders are not suggestions. They are the ancient law of Britain.” Arthur faced the man and took a step closer. “If I must take this to the courts, you will lose. You all will lose and so will Britain.”
“You may be correct, but we still need to vote.” Lord Weatherly pointed to the door. “If you don’t mind waiting….”
Arthur stepped closer to Lord Weatherly and spoke in a low voice. “Remember what I said. Oh, and Queen Elizabeth told me where she keeps the pikes.” Arthur walked toward the door with a smile on his face.
Merlin was the first to speak when they returned to the waiting room. “That was bloody brilliant!” He beamed with pride at Arthur. “I thought this was going to be more difficult.”
Luther sat down in a chair. “I doubt this is over. Men like Weatherly don’t give up power easily.”
“Why are you really here and it’s not because you’re proud of me. Tell me.” Arthur faced his father. “I want the truth.”
“I’m just making sure I have some of that power. I am your father.” Luther looked up at him. “I could use the clout for my business dealings.”
Arthur sighed. “Better not count on it, Father. You will have no advantage as my father.”