Well, guys I am back and running, with writers block on overtaken, and deception saves all is finished... I present you this new fic. It is an AU, and it is kinda different than the original show.

Here's a rundown, Uther was killed by a sorcerer and Arthur was crowned king.

morgana did turn bad, Drinn is going to be in the story again,

I have a new oc named Owen, he is a prick, and what he stands for is nothing I stand for.

Merlin was banned, and when Merlin was banned Gwaine left.

this story does need a beta. It NEEDS one that will help me keep this story up an running smoothly. So if you're willing, send me a pm will you?

let me know if I should continue this Story.

the sequel to reactions of the idiot kind is coming up here shortly, I am writing the last couple chapters as we speak... (Well, as you read.)

enjoy!

George's dry wake-up call was the first thing I woke up to. Honestly, this man was a bootlicker. Not just a humble servant who does as they are asked, but an actual bootlicker. There is a huge difference between the two. Then there's the rare servant that disregards everything said to them, and yet still gets the chores done. Surprisingly, that very kind of servant was my own personal manservant, until my father died at least. He had become a close friend, and a close advisor of mine, but things happened.
It has been fifteen years since I've seen that raven haired man. Fifteen years I have been King, and ten years married to Guinevere. We have had a child named Nathaniel, he is six, and we are expecting another child here in three months. That raven haired man is the reason why I ended up with George. The annoying, boring, lame bootlicker that makes jokes that can and will break the listener's ears.
When my father took his last breath, and it was up to me to take over as king, I well, flipped out. Who wouldn't, I mean, when I was going to be king, it was supposed to be when my father passed the crown to me, retiring from his position. Instead, a sorcerer decided to kill him. During my coronation, though, my sister showed up, dressed in a silk green dress, the darkness of the green going so deep. Almost as if it radiated her own darkness in her heart.
With a few foreign words I will never understand, and vowed to protect people from, a ball of what I thought was pure energy, not like I'd be able to tell the difference if it was anything else, at me. At me, her own brother! It was only when the ball didn't hit me that I wondered, only very briefly, if she had decided to stop the attack. It took one look into her eyes to see the black hatred she held, with a fear that was almost replaced immediately by confounded amusement in her eyes as she stared to my left.
My eyes drifted to a golden eyed friend of mine. Merlin had a scowl on his face, determination written across his brow as the energy ball disappeared, Merlin's eyes returning to blue as Morgana stepped back. She looked almost smug, her eyes flashing gold once more as she vanished. I had just lost my father, had a run in with my sister, and now my best friend (not that i'd dare admit he was more to me than a servant) has magic?!
What kind of world was this that I lived in fifteen years ago? Sure, Merlin had magic, and over time I completely forgave him for it, but I did ban him. I banned him, for I couldn't watch another person I held dear die. It didn't take much at all for anyone to see the pain and sadness in him when I had told him to leave, to not come back. Surprisingly, though, he had left, though he never returned. For fifteen years, I have hated having this bootlicker, but I didn't have the heart to fire the man.
We haven't heard of any news from Morgana for a good ten years, for the last time we did hear of her, we also heard that there was a raven haired man by her side. A scrawny person with a red neckerchief, and it was told that they were having a really bad argument, and the first man to have reported it also reported magic. It was also rumored that my ex manservant had bruises covering his skin, with every bone in his body sticking out.
They said the only reason they saw them was because Morgana managed to burn off his tunic without seeming to harm the strange man in their battle. It was a huge battle of wits, according to the four bystanders. That was the last I had heard of Merlin. George bustled about my room as I realised Guinevere was already up and out of the chambers, which made sense for she was the kind of morning person I could never be.
George had my breakfast sitting on my desk for me and my clothes were all ready. I took one look at the clothes only to give a groan, biting down on my tongue to keep from uttering my favorite choice word. One of my father's more favorite nobles was coming into the city today, and I had extended out our welcome to him. Guinevere, though, wasn't too sure of him, and whether it was for good reason or not, there was no way of telling.
She was a servant once, so she knew the nobles by heart, which ones would spare some food for some starving servant who couldn't get enough food, and which ones have a hand ready to strike them down. I couldn't get anything out of her about the matter, but all she had said was that the servants were really quite nervous about the man coming to the castle.
I loved her connections to the servants, and it had taken a long time for Guinevere to reestablish her friendship with a few of them. She wanted to just be Gwen to them. Most of them still address her with respect around me, but I have heard them talking like old friends when I'm not in the room. Nathaniel has gained the hearts of everyone in the castle, and he always finds his way out of his proper wardrobe, and into wearing simple clothing that could bear to get dirty.
"George, you can be dismissed." I said to the servant who was waiting perfectly at the door. The servant gave me a puzzling look then nodded, walking out of the room without another word. I looked down at my breakfast then shook my head, my appetite gone.
"Arthur?" Guinevere's voice followed the sound of the door opening, and I looked up to see the lovely brown eyes of hers. I smiled softly at her, only to find that she already caught onto my train of thoughts.
"You're up early Gwen." I said, standing up. She shook her head as he rolled her eyes.
"I'm always up early." Gwen laughed, "According to you anyone who's up earlier than you ever will be is up too early." She walked over to the desk, looking at me with that sad look on her face, her eyes glimmering.
"Gwen, please don't give me that look." I asked, looking away from her as I tried to stifle a yawn.
"What's wrong?" Gwen asked me, walking around the desk and into my arms. I touched her lovely black hair with a sigh, relaxing at the feel of it.
"I'm not too sure about having the noble here in the castle." I replied, "It's one thing to accept an old friend of my father's, but a whole different thing if the rumors are true about him beating servants to death.."
"Don't worry about it, Arthur. He's been here before, and he's rarely touched a single servant." Gwen reassured, easily letting it known that she was only doing so halfheartedly, "Now let's get you dressed up for today, he's coming in around noon, he had a messenger boy ride ahead of them early this morning who arrived at dawn." I nodded, kissing the brow of my wife's forehead.
"If only I still had Gaius to turn to with my doubts. He would have known." I murmured. The man had passed on about three years ago, having fallen asleep and never happened to wake up. It had made me glad that he died peacefully, but the loss was completely indescribable.
"We all miss him, Arthur." Gwen murmured, burying her head into my chest with a suppressed sob. "It's weird not having him around for our second child's birth, Arthur. Maybell is a great physician, but it's just-" I ran my hand down her back, sadness coursing through me as I looked into her eyes.
"I know, Guinevere." I murmured as she stepped away from me, heading to where my clothes were laid out, only to help me dress myself for the day. "I was thinking about him earlier today too." I murmured, "I can't believe it's been fifteen years."
"You did banish Merlin, Arthur." Gwen said with a sigh, "A lot sure had happened and it was an understandable punishment, and we have been over this before, you were under a lot of pressure and she had shown up.."
"It's the fact that he hasn't come back that bugs me." Arthur said, "He had never listened to me prior." Guinevere looked at me with a hint of pity in his gaze. I shook my head, wondering why we're even having this conversation again, before I suddenly wondered why she always looked at me with pity when the subject was brought up. Pity. Out of all the things to feel.
"I know you wish you never had done that," Gwen started. I raised my hands in frustration, shaking my head.
"Gwaine has even come back since I banned Merlin, Guinevere. Gwaine did, even when he promised he wouldn't serve the throne, when he gave up his knighthood, because he was certain Merlin would come back." I said, thinking back to when I had first seen Gwaine after Merlin had left. It had taken him a full two years to come back to see, but he still came back. Sure he would leave for an amount of time, then come back again, but he did come by now and then.
"He's hasn't left here since Nathaniel was born," Gwen murmured, "He grew so fond of the child."
"Yes, he has." Arthur said softly. "He still won't speak to me, but I know he won't turn against us if we were to really need him."
"He's trying though. He's dying to join back in with the knights, and he said that if the most he could do at the moment is mess around and watch our kid, he said he'd do it." I looked at Gwen in shock, I had never once considered that Gwaine would want to be a knight again. As she registered the shock I was in she smiled softly, looking me in the eyes after I was completely dressed.
"Guinevere." I moved to my desk, grabbing some papers I needed to get to the court advisor. "I hadn't thought he'd have wanted to serve me again."
"It wouldn't be for you, it'd be for the people." Gwen said, looking at me as I nodded. He didn't like me by any means, but fighting for people who can't means the world to him.
"I could only figure as much." I strode off to the door, reaching nonchalantly towards the knob when the door sprang open, Gwaine standing there with Nathaniel running past me into the room, Gwaine looking almost as if he had seen a ghost as he let go of the doorknob.
"Gwaine?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. "What's wrong?"
"Sir Owen is here." He said, his eyes shadowed with some huge conflict.
"Tell him we shall be there soon." Gwen said, smiling at Gwaine softly as he nodded, walking out the door.
"Let's go, then." I said as I reached out to take my lovely wife's hand. "Sir Owen shall not receive a late welcome, it reflects poorly on us."