Title: 'Cause you are a forever kind of guy
Pairing/s: That's for you to decide.
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwen/Curly the dog, Morgana, Leon
Summary: It's the king's funeral and all eyes are on the royal family. Crown prince Arthur looks for the eyes that matters.
Warnings: It's a funeral, so...
Word Count: ~500
Author's Notes: Not entirely sure of titles and such in these circumstances, so please bare with me. Sort of follow up to "A day at the beach"
Such a horribly rush post this, will clean up late I swear!!
The flashes from the cameras made a nearly constant light source as the royal family with relatives stepped out of the more secluded cathedral. Princess Morgana walked with her brother the Crown prince Regent to the large, dark car.
Their solemn, grieving faces were online in every country with eye catching headlines before they had closed the car door. So-called experts commented on everybody’s clothes, shoes, hats and gems. Who was there and who was not and why was listed up and commented over live -feed from the city, on TV, online or written in next morning’s newspapers and magazines. The car rolled down the streets following the car carrying the king’s coffin to his final resting place. It had darkened windows in the front and less dark in the back so the people could at least catch a glimpse of them. People had lined up along the trail they were going. Flower, flags and banners of various kinds were all over. The prince rolled down the windows nearing a specific intersection, certainly giving his lifeguards a heart attack. In the sea of people he spotted a certain tall figure with a mop of dark hair and a flock of children around him. The black dog at his feet was moving around restlessly, not used to quite so much commotion. The kids had made drawings, but Arthur couldn’t make them out from where he was sitting. He would have liked to go over there, crouch down and share a few words. His mother had been good at these things. The man’s hands were holding on to the leash, making sure Gwen the dog was safe and secure. The kids knew her as Curly. Merlin’s friend’s dog. He caught the man’s blue eyes, finding infinite compassion and unwavering support there. Rolling up the window a short while later, Arthur hoped it would be seen as random.
The funeral itself was private, but that didn’t stop the press and your random douchebag from trying to gain access. Technology had progressed since queen Ygraine’s funeral. Then it had been people trying to sneak in wearing disguises or trying to climb fences and walls. Or they climbed trees and buildings to get some exclusive shots from afar and above. People hadn’t changed much since then and now there were camera drones as well with WIFI and live web feed. Morgana had her Leon at her side. Arthur stood alone. No doubt any picture taken now would be forever iconic. The solitary prince, soon to be crowned king. But he wasn’t alone. Princess Morgana and her husband were expected to produce an heir, with Arthur being “the way he was and all”. They were in this together; the bickering and hostility of their youth were in the past. And somewhere in the crowded city was a school teacher trying to stay in control of a bouncy dog and a bunch of kids, while keeping Arthur’s secrets and dreams safe. Perhaps he too would be iconic one day.