No spoilers this time either. Not sure what I was thinking with this one...
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        Nothing but the weight of gravity in the midst of darkness. There was no light, no source of hope left. It was simply to fall. That is all he could do. With his eyes wide open he fell with no regard to what awaited him. His mind was not focused on anything in particular as the wind created by his fall howled in his ears. There was no end to this fall, and he was okay with that. He had no desire to go back to where he had initially fallen from, after all...it was for her sake.

        "(Y/n)." Hearing his name called, he opened his eyes. It had been nothing more than a daydream if it were even to be called such. His eyes landed on her, the one who had called his name. "You're in my seat," she spoke with no hostility. Of course, Mordred would never do such a thing when speaking to him.

        "Act as if I'm not even here," (y/n) boredly said as Mordred eyed him with those almost metallic eyes of hers. He remembered a time when they glowed an innocently soft green. Even her hair was a brighter shade of blond back then. He himself had been far more saintly during those times, but now he was certain that the blemishes in his soul were beyond repair.

        "Don't go complaining later on," she warned, pulling off the dark kingly robe that trailed behind her. The guards at the front of the throne room promptly left to stand guard outside the door. "I will not be leaving my throne for a while."

        (Y/n) kept silent as she draped the fur lined robe over his shoulders before sitting in his lap. She was always shameless in most everything she did nowadays, especially in war. Camelot was prosperous under her rule, but she was constantly cutting down anyone and anything that so much as seemed to be in the way of her ambitions. And (y/n) had no problem with that. So long as she would be his and he be hers, then anything was fine. "Can you try not to kill anyone today?" (y/n) asked. He nuzzled against her neck in an attempt to persuade her.

        "You will not hesitate, so why should I? You're operating an entire defense system even as you speak to me now." She huffed in annoyance. "I will do as I see fit and that will be all." Just as she finished her words, the throne room doors were opened to end their idle chat and start the day's activities. Attending to the concerns of the people was necessary no matter how annoying (y/n) found it to be. Perhaps it was due to his similarities to his former mentor. Both of them had their preferences when it came to human interaction.

        "Your highness, there has been a growing problem in the rural areas. The livestock has been the target of multiple attacks from an unknown source. I ask for your assistance in this matter," the man announced after kneeling. The two guards next to him were too fearful to get any closer to Mordred than they already were. (Y/n) couldn't blame them either. All of them were in beheading range for Mordred and if she chose to order it, (y/n) would have to handle them himself.

        "Why are you just now informing me of this matter? Shouldn't you have said something before the situation got out of hand?" Mordred growled. Her hand remained rested on the hilt of her sword which was propped up against the throne.

        "There have only been two incidents, your highness. I didn't think you'd want me to waste your valuable time w-with a few missing animals," the man answered. He was practically shaking and (y/n) almost laughed at the poor man. His past self would never do such, but that was before his hands had been tainted with the blood of his mentor.

        "Very well then. I shall send Sir Bedivere to handle this. It is to my understanding that he handles these matters with better wit than the other knights," Mordred declared.

        "Thank you, your majesty. I will report any changes in the situation as soon as possible." The man practically ran out of the throne room and the guards followed although they had enough sense not to run.

        Once the doors were closed, Mordred spoke again. "Do my people hate me, (y/n)?"

        "Of course not, my king. If anything, they likely hate me. I'm sure your people love you far more than even me," (y/n) answered. "They'd be fools not to love a king that makes as many sacrifices for them as you do." Mordred's laugh brought a smile to his face.

        "You're bad at lying. I can at least believe half of what you said," she spoke. "I do not care if the people love me or not. That is not my reason for being king. But...the thought does cross my mind at times. Does it not puzzle you? No one has dared to dethrone me, not even Bedivere who was probably the most loyal to my father. Yes, he is practically a sad husk of a man living only for the purpose of living. Now that I've thought about it, he might not even be capable of rebellion..." she paused. "Wait, rebellion. I'm the one that rebelled. Father tried to stop me. There was a fight, but I don't remember who won."

        "You're ranting again, Mordred. Forget that. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. You are king now," (y/n) chanted. He didn't think his magic would ware off so quickly. He had just reapplied the spell last week. Time must have been running out for him. "For as long as it takes, I will make this dream of yours remain a reality," he sadly thought to himself.

        "You are right. I shouldn't worry about such trivial matters. The kingdom's prosperity is the main priority." Mordred sighed and rested her head on her hand. "How have you been faring, (y/n)? I ask a lot of you even though I am the king."

        "I have no right to complain even if I had any to make. If it is for you, it will be done. Don't worry about me." He pulled Modred closer to him, holding back his urge to break down right then and there. "How much longer before reality comes crashing down on us? She'll certainly hate me. I'd even let her kill me if that is what she'd desire."

        "Oi, don't fall asleep on my shoulder. Last time my arm was sore," Mordred snapped.

        "Sorry. I'm a little tired is all. Just this once? I promise I'll use my magic to heal you of any soreness afterwards." (Y/n) refrained from using any mystics to persuade her decision.

        "You better not break that promise. I'm not letting you do this again either," Modred agreed. The moment she gave the word, (y/n) let his mind slip into unconsciousness. Constantly using magic to uphold this fantasy that he created was taking a toll on his health. Not just that, but he could tell that his magic was failing little by little each day. Camelot was real and so were the citizens that lived there. He hadn't ever needed to change that. It was Mordred that he was constantly having to keep an eye on. The moment she escaped it all was the moment the very kingdom would fall.

        He always had the same dream whenever he so much as closed his eyes. The wind always met him with harsh whipping, but he never complained. He simply fell and waited. One day the he would reach the bottom and that day was quickly approaching. But then his dream changed. Suddenly he began to notice light from below him. Before he could confirm what his eyes perceived as light, his fall ended.

        Only briefly did he feel the agony of falling for so long. The moment he hit the glass, he was plunged into a world of light suddenly feeling at peace. His heart felt lighter, his mind was clear, and his conciousness was no longer weighed down by his blood guilt. Then he saw her. Mordred appeared in front of him, bright blonde and green eyed just as she had been when (y/n) had first fallen for her.

        "You've been a fool," she said. "But I forgive you, and I'm sorry for putting you through this. Now rest."

        He woke up. For the first time in a while he wished he could have stayed in that dream, his dream which showed him his future. "Mor...dred," he spoke. She turned to face him as he woke up and lifted his head from her shoulder.

        "You've had a nightmare it seems. Go back to sleep, I'm sure you need the rest. You've done well today. It amazes me how we your magecraft works even while you rest," Mordred said.

        "I can't sleep," he quietly admitted. "I'm sorry...this might not make sense to you, but I'm truly sorry," he mumbled.

        "You hardly make sense nowadays. Come with me. I'm going out to handle a certain nuisance. Since you cannot sleep, I want you to be there with me." (Y/n) tightened his hold on her to stop her from getting up.

        "I don't know how much longer I can do this," he thought. "Just a moment. I have to keep my promise, don't I?" he said as he rested his head on her shoulder again.

        "No, don't worry about it." He couldn't see her sad look nor could he heard her thoughts or worry. "A king should be able to at least bear this much."

        He remembered that day well, the day this all began. He had managed to get Mordred, of all women in Camelot, to fa for his charms. It wasn't like he had been paying anyone else his attention, and he hadn't even used any magic. He had kissed her and she had slapped him. He had been laughing at her for complaining that it should have been a punch instead.

        "I'll make sure you become king, you have my word. I'm am yours from this day forth," he had childishly vowed. No matter what it takes.

        He had manipulated the knights of the round. No matter what it takes.

        He stopped anyone from interfering in Mordred's battle against her father and even went so far as healing her injuries leaving the king to die. No matter what it takes.

        He murdered the man who raised him even if it had begun as an act of self defense. His sanity had began to crumble away as a curse for his actions. Not matter what it takes...

        "(Y/n)..." the shakiness in her voice told him before she even said anything more. "You killed my father so that I could be king, didn't you."

        Strangely, he was not fearful as he thought he might be. "So the time has already come then." A smile of relief was that he could give in reply. His magecraft was too dull to take effect anymore. He could finally rest.
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Like I said, I don't know what I was thinking. But I did start on the official Master of Tokugawa book. Chapter 1 is done, no I'm not releasing it yet, sorry. Got more oneshots to do so see you epic readers next time!