I want to know. Do you want me to continue this? I have an idea for another chapter, but I was unsure whether I should add that here or save it for a later fic I'm planning to write. Would love your input!

(sorry for making you think this is another chapter. As an apology I'll add a little tiny teaser at the end of this to hopefully sate you.)


Caitz: I know. in the second chapter (if it ends up being wanted enough) he'll get creamed, don't worry… *evil laughter*

Ocean Mint Leaves: Aww, thanks for the support! You guys are the ones that keep me going. ;)

Tegan Ganmore: Wow, thank you! Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad it made you cry! That shows this one-shot was at least half-decent. ;P

Merlinfanatic77: D: woah! You're a mind reader! *huggles* don't worry, there'll be some Arthur bashing in the sequel if I ever post it… :/ ^.^ Thanks for reviewing!

a fellow merlin fan: Thank you so much! You have no idea how much it means to me! :) You get a bunny. And a neckerchief. Just for being awesome. It was heartbreaking personally, adding the whole 'a _ name but a name nontheless' and their sobbing reactions. I love Merlin so much. ;A; but it had to be done. I was way too depressed to think about anything else other than expressing it through a nice dark oneshot. ;)

KittyRin: I spelled it wrong? *headdesk* A thousand apologies. Although in my defense it WAS like 12:30am… XD Glad you liked it, hope to hear your opinion on whether I should write a sequel or not!

I think that's all for now! ;) and now for the sneak peek… dun dun duuunn! O.o

"I want a knight to dispatch some patrols around the Eastern border," Arthur ordered. Gwaine stepped forward and leveled an icy glare at his King, as per usual. Nodding to him wearily, the blonde dismissed everyone and leaned back into his throne, rubbing his face with his gloved hands tiredly.

Everyone hates me now that he's gone. Why did I have to… do it? Why wasn't I stronger? Hell, the whole kingdom hates me now. What do I do…?

At that moment, Guinevere of all people came in and coughed once. Her husband raised his head and waited for her to speak. "I want to build a memorial," she started coldly.

"Whatever for?" he questioned, slow and exhausted.

"Merlin," she spat. That made the King flinch. Sure, she hadn't split from him, but neither was she the same kind, loving person he'd once known. He still loved her though, and hadn't the heart to reprimand or retort to her.

Waving one hand in acceptance, he heaved himself to his feet and stared at his wife with blank, sorrowful eyes. "What have I done?" he whispered. "Everyone hates me. I think I'm starting to hate myself."

She didn't even grace that with an answer.

And so Arthur was left alone in the empty throne room.

For the first time since Merlin's death…

… the King found…

… he couldn't bear this pain so easily.

And so he thought of the man he'd burned…

… the one he'd thought of as his best friend…

… and Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, cried.