AN: So this originally wasn't actually meant to be a one-shot. It was an idea I had for awhile that I've been typing small snippets when I was bored. Posting that part specifically just came out of nowhere. So since this was well received and few wanted a sequel, I decided to go ahead and expand on it. The fic would deal with everything a little before, during, and after The King's Broken Servant.

I will either have the first full chapter by either this Friday/Saturday or next. Once I have the first chapter posted, I'll try to keep it regularly updated on a weekly basis, but first I want to actually get a decent amount of the story typed up before I start posting since I keep updating when I'm busy.

Below is just a small part of the first chapter, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin

Even in an ally's castle, the battlements were still perfect for quiet thoughts as the King of Camelot leaned against the walls, elbows resting on top with hands clasped, as he took in the view of the land. Nemeth may not have as much power and grandeur Camelot had but that did not mean the land was not beautiful, though said beauty was the last thing among Arthur thoughts.

Arthur was miles away, his thoughts musing over his own kingdom rather than Nemeth. Back to the kingdom that was still beneath Morgana's control in a little over five weeks. Though he tried to push the images from his mind, Arthur could not help but think back to the panic and fear of the populace as they tried to run and hide from Morgana's ruthless army. Even if they had known she was approaching, Arthur knew they stood little chance. The Blood Guard and army King Alined provided alone would have been more than a challenge against Camelot, but the added sorcerers and creatures was enough to slaughter the defenders of Camelot. It was all anyone could do to get the King and Queen out of the citadel.

The attack occurred within mere minutes of the guard's report while soldiers charged through the lower town, cutting down all they met. In their midst, sorcerers stood proud as they shielded the soldiers from the brunt of Camelot's retaliation; arrows stopped mid-flight and where returned, swords were deflected of an invisible barrier, the rest were thrown from their feet. Yet that was not all there was to Morgana's army, nor where the sorcerers the biggest worries. None matched the true horror the creatures of the Old Religion brought forth.

Arthur could not help but shudder when he remembered the beasts that flooded into lower town; the way the savages tore through the people as if they were nothing but parchment. They appeared in the form of ferocious lions, their spines lined with wicked spikes while their teeth and claws stained in the blood of their victims. The fur blended into scales towards the tip of what should have been its tail but was in fact the head of a serpent. This serpent eyes gleamed red, its reflexes not stunted as they quickly lashed out to anyone near. Those few who were able escape the lion's maw fell before the fatal bite of the snake. With Camelot's forces out matched, the despair settled heavily among the ranks.

The King clenched his hands once more, his eyes observing the ways the muscles tightened and his knuckles turned white. It was in this position, clenched fist by the battlement walls, that Princess Mithian found Arthur. She hesitated monetarily at the sight of Arthur before striding to stand beside the man.

"Gwen was looking for you," Mithian said as she beheld the landscape. Arthur gave a slight nod but said nothing. "The patrols have returned."

"What have they found," Arthur sighed and relaxed his hand before once again leaned into the wall.

"Morgana has the border well protected. It seems she knows your location; however, we have yet to see her act upon it. We can hope that remains as such, we are still gathering our army and the messengers have not returned from the other kingdoms. We are not prepared for an attack from Morgana."

Silence fell upon the two as Arthur absorbed the information. From what was gathered from patrols and the confession Gaius had made soon after the handful of them escaped the citadel, Arthur knew just what caused Morgana to hesitate to invade Nemeth.

Emrys' identity remained concealed.

AN: Like I said, small part of the first chapter. Also I haven't really looked it over yet in terms of editing, so, when I actually post the first chapter, this might have some changes and, when I get to that point in this fic, Broken Servant would have changes too.

I'll be posting the new fic under a different title and leave this one as it is ^^

Thanks for reading!

Reviews and constructive criticisms are welcomed!

EDIT 2/1/13: First chapter is up under the title "Loyal 'Til the End"