Bahahahaha your fic remains unspoiled! Here I was so sure you were trying to be all Lothi Night Shyamalan. But no, so okay, I don't even know who the ghost is. ghost!Arthur would be terribly fun to write though. Lancelot is skeptical that Arthur is still around, and this is possibly another reason Morgana is stiff at him, the first being that he is horning in on her Gwen. God, first Arthur, then Lancelot. Possibly on this front Arthur and Morgana can team up to prank Lancelot somehow. Gwen was only skeptical by natural inclination, but she believes Morgana because Morgana is Morgana, and Merlin believes Morgana, and Lancelot may be sweet but he has trouble seeing what's not right in front of his nose anyway.
They say the halls of Camelot are haunted by her dead. Arthur meets all of them. The stories his nanny used to tell him when he was a boy, they're all true, if somewhat exaggerated. The werewolf in the tower was actually not, but in fact is the ghost of his great-great-great-great grandfather, who had been exceedingly hairy. An elderly duke who supposedly died fighting avenging the death of his brother in fact choked on a chicken bone.
"Can we walk through walls?" Arthur asks.
Aye, of course they can.
"Can we fly?
Fly? What does he think they are? Harpies?
A ghost is bound to his haunting grounds, so Arthur cannot go beyond Camelot's borders. This doesn't bother Arthur so much. If he had to choose a place to haunt for all eternity, he could choose no better place than Camelot.
"I'd have chosen Gaul," says an ancient assassin who haunts the execution block. "'S nice there, 'specially this time of year."
Morgana talks to Arthur aloud whenever she pleases. Although this puts some of the servants on edge, they wouldn't ever dare to comment on it. Merlin is more cautious. He can sense Arthur in a room, though he can't see him without Morgana's sight. As for Gwen, she writes letters and leaves them where Arthur can see. "Dear Arthur," she begins, and then she writes and she writes and she writes.
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They say the halls of Camelot are haunted by her dead. Arthur meets all of them. The stories his nanny used to tell him when he was a boy, they're all true, if somewhat exaggerated. The werewolf in the tower was actually not, but in fact is the ghost of his great-great-great-great grandfather, who had been exceedingly hairy. An elderly duke who supposedly died fighting avenging the death of his brother in fact choked on a chicken bone.
"Can we walk through walls?" Arthur asks.
Aye, of course they can.
"Can we fly?
Fly? What does he think they are? Harpies?
A ghost is bound to his haunting grounds, so Arthur cannot go beyond Camelot's borders. This doesn't bother Arthur so much. If he had to choose a place to haunt for all eternity, he could choose no better place than Camelot.
"I'd have chosen Gaul," says an ancient assassin who haunts the execution block. "'S nice there, 'specially this time of year."
Morgana talks to Arthur aloud whenever she pleases. Although this puts some of the servants on edge, they wouldn't ever dare to comment on it. Merlin is more cautious. He can sense Arthur in a room, though he can't see him without Morgana's sight. As for Gwen, she writes letters and leaves them where Arthur can see. "Dear Arthur," she begins, and then she writes and she writes and she writes.