(This AU is not mine!! All the credits to: valenrepetto, on Twitter!)

You are Sir Lancelot!!

And there you were, staring at each other in middle of that large corridor, at the other end of the grand palace. There was no lighting at all, it was late at night.

You gulped, with nervousness. How not? Your king just found out that all this time you were a half blood dragon. You lived all your life hiding it from everyone, but it was obvious that this was going to happen. But it hurt, you are a disappointment for your sovereign, the being you loved most in all the earth.

You two were arguing for a while, yet, Arthur seemed so calm about the topic, you were the one desperate and angry, not with him, but with yourself. You wanted so badly to die, him to be the one that got rid of your corrupt soul painfully, without mercy. You yelled that to him, you were even offering your sword, wanting him to end you at that precise moment. Yet... his reaction was not what you expected.

"Corrupt? Perhaps... But no one is clean of sin."

Your monarch spoke, placing gently his hand on your arm, yet holding you firmly. You held your cloak strongly, so your wings could not be seen.

"You are not a threat, Lance."

Those words... You were frozen. You noticed how his shiny and golden armor lost its flash, being now more dull, clear proof that he was betraying his own kingdom... Even so, Arthur refused to kill you. Why? You did not understand. But... You wanted his mercy, the comfort of your king so badly.