Guilty Pleasures

[Arthur Pendragon]

The week had sped by quickly. Arthur's hadn't quite been paying attention to his leg nor arm. Gaius would give him medicine when needed, and he knew that both injuries would heal on their own time. He was far too consumed with the affairs of the kingdom. With trying to figure out how to meet the other kingdom for the peace treaty, without Odin's interference. As well as . . . making preparations to depart for Gawant. Not many knew of these plans for it was unsafe for a kingdom to spread word of the fact that their king was leaving. It would mistakenly be taken for vulnerability and especially with Odin still out there, waiting for the next opportunity to attack. So the preparations had been made secret for the most part. He would not take too many men. Just enough to ensure his and Elena's protection. He knew that not going wasn't an option. She was his wife and she had suffered a terrible ordeal. And . . . Arthur was a horrible husband. He had betrayed her in the worst way possible, and what made it even more awful was the fact that he didn't regret it. What would he say to her? While they were not in love with each other, he loved her a strong companion.

But she was his wife. And he knew that they would try to have children again. But the thought alone nearly killed him. Furthermore, he knew he owed it to Guinevère to tell her. He didn't want to just disappear and return with his wife on his arm. He wanted to explain to her . . . not that there was much to explain. She knew everything; they both did. He could tell her he loved her, but this time it would only make it worse. For he would continue to love her upon the return of Elena. He would continue to love her a night when . . . Arthur could not let himself think of these things. For it was far too painful. Especially after what he and Guinevère had been through, and the nights they shared together.It was late, but it was also the day before he was leaving. He dismissed Merlin for the night, but did not change into his night clothing. Instead, he simply dressed in a shirt with his belt, pants and a boot. He did not even need bother take his sword with him. For he was just going to see Guinevère, and telling her of plans that most others did not know. But she had to know, for entirely different reasons.

He inconspicuously made his way through the halls, knowing exactly which route to take to ensure he went undetected. He did not want to risk her reputation. Once he arrived at her door, he paused as his hands balled into a fist, in preparation to knock. He needed to do this. While the both of them knew that this day was inevitable, that made it no easier to come to terms with. Finally, he lightly knocked on the door, knowing the late hour and that Thomas would most likely be asleep by now. He heard a faint voice respond. Come in. He hesitated only for another moment before he slowly opened the door. "Guinevère," he greeted, his eyes quickly searching the room, realizing she was alone and taking another step into her quarters, beginning to close the door behind him but paused just in case she . . . didn't want to see him. Or if this wasn't a good time. "I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment?" He asked, just making sure this was a good time. He stood by the entrance, awaiting further instruction before making his way deeper into her room.

[Guinevère]

"Come in," Guinevère called when she heard the knock, knowing the only person it could be was Alex or Elyan. No one else would come by this late nor would have a reason too. Elyan to just say anything, but Alex sometimes came by to just talk with her. Alex was her best friend and she didn't care if he was a servant. She was proud to have him in her life! However it was Arthur that walked in. . . . .

While she was on the floor! She put down her sewing and pushed up, pressing down her skirt so it looked better then a girl who had sit int he floor for an hour. "Arthur!" She said softly. He asked if he would speak with her and she nodded, "Yes, of course." She wondered what brought him here at this time of night. Had something happened? She walked closer and looked up at his face, "Is everything alight?"

[Arthur Pendragon]

She seemed surprised to see that it was him. But did not seem unwelcoming of his company. He closed the door behind him when he noticed her stand and walk towards him. He met her halfway, walking closer to it. It did not seem like a bad time, otherwise she would have seemed more uncomfortable, or told him that right now, was not the best time. He knew that regardless, this was inappropriate. That he should be here. But he was. To say goodbye. A final goodbye . . . again. For the third time. "Is everything alight?" He looked at her softly for a long moment. Wishing he could be entirely honest in his answer. Wishing that he could tell her that not everything was alright. That he didn't want to leave; that he loved her; that he wanted to stay with her, always.

He had come here with a purpose yet just one glance at her weakened him, and yet strengthened him all at once. Looking into her eyes, feeling the warmth and love she exuded . . . no. He had to be strong. Before he kissed her and forgot all reason for coming here. A short interval of silence followed her question, before his longing look became less intense and focused. And he just casually looked away as he spoke his next words. "I journey to Gawant tomorrow." He looked at her once more, afraid of what he had potentially done. Afraid of hurting her in ways that he never wanted to. Afraid . . . that he would never be able to leave her. And yet, what choice did he now have with Elena returning.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère watched his face at he took a moment before speaking. When eh did her heart fell tot he floor and perhaps even below it. "O--oh."She knew that meant. His wife would be returning. Very soon. Given the travel times she would say with in the next few weeks eh would be returning with her on his arm.

She wasn't sure what to say, or how to act. Guinevère suddenly felt cold and folded her arms over her self to save what warmth she had. "You should . . . have a safe trip." She barely got out, unable to look at him but, turned to look at the fire. She didn't want to be here and watch the return of his wife. She didn't want to see her on Arthur's arm. Her mind was trying to find a reason--event his soon to not be here.

[Arthur Pendragon]

He wasn't sure what reaction he'd been expecting. But he could hear it in her voice. This was not how he had wanted their next conversation to go . . . and yet it could be no other way. No matter how much he wished for it to be so. With her not looking at him, he moved a bit to the side, so that she was. He knew he should not be making contact with her, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted her to look at him, to know how deeply sincere he was in what he was about to say to her. He moved his hands to gently cup her chin, titling it upwards, hoping her eyes would rest on him. "Guinevère," he began to say, knowing he would miss everything about her. Even the way he said he name; with casualness as well as intimacy. Something so small, but something he had missed in the years he was forced to distance himself from her.

"I need you to know how sorry I am." Because he had lost control of his emotions, and taken advantage of hers. He had to keep his voice steady, prevent it from breaking for he felt as if he was crumbling. In all the life she had filled him with this past month, he know felt himself slowly dying all over again. "I never meant to hurt you, in any way. And," And he wasn't sure what else. The dangers of his words would be nothing new. He had said them before, and he needed to say them now . . . for a final time. "Know that whatever happens, I will never stop loving you." Because in all the ways he had hurt her, he'd never lied about his feelings for her. He did love her. And always would. He was well aware that it wasn't helping this situation. In fact, it was only making it worse. But . . . he needed to tell her all these things. All at once. So that he would not show reluctance; so that they were just said.

[Guinevère]

She was only half hearing him, and half thinking about a way to not be here. She needed some time to adjust and put her guard back up. Something to protect her from breaking the moment that she saw them together. "We both knew that this could not be, even before we started it Arthur." Princes did not marry servant girls. Even if Lancelot had married her, it had been different. He was not of noble blood. It had been understandable. Accepted for what it was. Their relationship could never have happened.

No more so then ever. "I wish you all the best on your travels and . . . " That was when she knew what she would do, turning to look up at him she spoke again, "I hope you say the same to me." She had not even known before this moment that she would go on this trip but now that she knew, she knew she had to tell him. So he would not wonder why she was here.

"Lady Marian has decided to ride with Sir Kolby to his home to help with the rebuilding. She wants to take some warm blankets and clothing to people. I am going to ride with her. We leave at the end of the week. By the time you are back we would be gone." The would only be there a few days, or a week but it would give her the time to brace her self. Marian had offered to let Guinevère go but she had at the time not thought about going. Now she knew she wished too.

[Arthur Pendragon]

It was true. They both knew it could not be and that it had simply been the heat of the moment that led them to each other's arms. When she spoke of travels, and wishing the best with hers as well, slight confusion flickered in his eyes as he lowered his hand from her chin. He didn't have to question it though for she went on to explain. She was leaving and . . . he could not say he was entirely surprised. Nor that he blamed her for wanting to go. He could fully understand her reasons for leaving, and it was no longer his place to stop her. As her husband, he would have offered his company, but now . . . he was back to being king. On the surface, they were just acquaintances. Deep down, she was so much more.

"Make sure you go with proper escorts," he told her. Because the roads were still dangerous with Odin and his obsession for vengeance. One never knew what to expect. Despite that, it was never safe for two women to travel on their own, not only because of Odin's men but also because of bandits and the threat of magic still out there. While he could not offer himself to go with her, he wanted to at least make sure she had proper escorts to accompany her and Marian. Just in case. Just to be on the safe side.

[Guinevère]

"Sir Kolby and his . . . " Friends, " . . . minions are our escort. Lady Marian's husband is going as well." She didn't want him to worry. "There will be quite a large number of people going to transport everything up there." She reached out to pull his vest tighter around him, and then dropped her hands. It was a nervous movement, but showed how much she wanted to touch him.

"You should be careful. Odin is no friend and I do not wish to see you or yours fall to him. Make sure you've an proper escort." She returned his words, knowing she would worry about him. He was an target no matter where he went. Odin's bitterness seemed to only grow and get stronger. She feared the day when Morgana grew smart enough to team up with him, but so far she had not. "Keep Merlin safe." She joked, trying with her whole heart to keep this light but failing.

[Arthur Pendragon]

He was at least relieved to hear that she would not be going alone. That Kolby and company would be going with her and Marian. But all he could do was silently nod, reassured by this. And knowing he couldn't dwell on the subject. He had come here to say he was leaving, and now the opportunity for her to tell him the same had been presented. There was nothing more to say. She told him to be careful as well, as everyone knew Odin was a strong enemy of Camelot and his men were what to be feared when traveling the roads. Whether it was in and out of the kingdom. She even tried to lighten the mood with a joke, and he tried to smile in return when she told him to keep Merlin safe. But it came out strained. He would not have the relationship with Merlin and the other men that she had asked him to. Because, it was time to stop pretending and go back to who they were.

"I should go." Knowing that it was hardly acknowledgment for anything she had just told him. In trying to think so hard, he really wasn't thinking at all. He had told her he was leaving, that he loved her, and that he was sorry. There was nothing more to say and yet there was everything left unspoken. He turned to leave but . . . he couldn't do it. He needed one last kiss goodbye, even if it would make everything harder. So instead of fully turning around and walking out the door, he turned back to face her, take her arm and without letting himself think enough to stop himself, pulled her towards him and kissed her. It was not a soft light kiss, but one of passionate urgency, knowing that this would be the last time he would ever be able to kiss her.

[Guinevère]

He didn't answer or reply to anything she said but at the same time it told her everything. They both knew the next time they saw each other their were be barriers back up between them. Their would never be another moment alone for they could not break the rules while she wife was just a stones through way. It would break her heart if she ever learned of even their few unplanned meetings.

She opened her lips to tell him to take care of himself, but he turned around and covered them with a kiss. She reacted instantly with wrapping her arms around him and dragging him closer. Her one hand came up to run her fingers though his hair and her other one rested tightly on his forearm to hold him closer. She knew this was a good bye kiss. She knew it. Which was why she wasn't letting him go.

[Arthur Pendragon]

When he felt her return the kiss, her hands wrapping around him, he did the same. He put his arms around her, holding her as close to him as possible. He felt her hand run through his hair and knew that he'd never have that sensation again. Just like he'd never have the sensation of her lips on his. Or his hands on her. None of that. This would be the last kiss. The final one. And it would also be the hardest one to walk away from. His hands continued to hold her, the kiss intensifying as he allowed all the words he couldn't say to her, come out in the form of this intimate embrace. He was making it worse. Then again, they had already reached the height of intimacy, being as close as two people could be.

He doubted he could make it any worse. He had already betrayed Elena. A kiss right now would not make it worse. And then he hated himself for trying to justify his actions. Never the less, he continued to kiss her, slowly pulling back only so that he could speak the words he had already said, but felt the need to say again. "I love you," he exhaled, trying to calm his emotions, enough to breath. Enough to walk away from her. Though all his body language did not indicate that he was ready to make his way towards the door. His hands were still tightly around her and his lips were still gently brushed against hers.

[Guinevère]

He broke the kiss and she gasped in for breath, having lost it all from his kiss. She looked up at him and the cool air helped clear her head some. She wished it hadn't. She wished they could have one last parting. Another kiss, another touch, another night together. "I love you."

Her hands slid around to grip his shirt over his chest for a moment before she stepped back and forced them to let go, her hands shaking slightly. She looked up at him, trying to remember everything about him. The way he looked at her and the way he'd touched her. "I w-wish you all the h-happiness int eh world." But he had to go, now. SOON, before she pulled him to her again and gave them something else to regret.

[Arthur Pendragon]

"I love you." Hearing these words made him wish more than ever that he didn't have to walk away. That they could spend tonight together, as a last night . . . though he hadn't had these intentions when he'd initially come in. He always managed to lose rational whenever he was with her. Whenever he kissed her. But she took a step back. And . . . he knew she had to. She let go of him and took a step away and all he could do was look at her, and want to take a step forward and pull her into his arms again. Her words brought him back; grounded to the harsh reality and why this couldn't happen . . . again. He wished it hadn't. He wished he could have enjoyed that high where he didn't care about anything else, but her."I w-wish you all the h-happiness in the world." He wished her the same, but could not say it right now. He was not that strong to wish her the same, but he did want her to be happy.

If only she could be happy with him. "I wish you the same," he finally said in a low voice, knowing he could not move closer to her. "Take care of yourself Guinevère. Be safe." On her journey. He knew he had to leave. He needed to go. And that meant leaving her. In a way that he didn't want to. In a way that he had years ago, yet rediscovering the love they had in new ways made him feel . . . so much more committed to her. When he was already committed to someone else. He turned towards the door and opened it, pausing once to look back at her. One final time. With a drawn out nod, he finally walked through the door, closing it behind him. He knew that tonight was going to be a restless night. That from now on, every day and night without her would be a restless one.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère watched him walk out and called softly to him to "Talk care of yourself," But her voice lost it's sound and she thought she might not even had said it out loud. Moments after the door was closed, she dropped to the ground and cried for them both. It was the worst feeling she had felt in a long time.

Thomas would get up in the morning and find her still lieing before the fire, sleeping. She would hold him close and pretend to have read a sad book and fallen asleep. Thomas would then try to sell her books to the neighbors to keep her happy. His antics were what keep her from slipping back into the numb feeling she had put around her before Arthur and her had shared a talk and kiss, and night together.

With Elyan gone with Arthur and Guinevère leaving for the north, she left Thomas in the care of Rosa and Gaius and Alex. Rosa would take the him during the nights, sleeping in Guinevère bed so she would be comfortable. Gaius and Alex would give her some time off with her own family when she needed it. Guinevère planned to only be gone just a week and half.

Every moment that Lady Marian talked about the charity, or Kolby said things to annoy them, or Marian's husband was sweet--every moment she did nothing but think of Arthur. And wondering if he was greeting his wife with a kiss, or if they were safe. She also missed her son, but knew that with so many there to keep him in line that he was safe. No horseback riding while she was gone, and he was only allowed to go to the fields if Elyan or Arthur arrived back to take him. With everything planned, what could go wrong?

[Arthur Pendragon]

As predicted, Arthur did not sleep that night. He just lay awake in bed, thinking about the past few weeks. Of his betrayal, of how much he loved Guinevère, of how hurt his wife would be if she ever found out . . . of how he wished he had a child. So many different things flooded his mind and it was enough to keep him from having a peaceful rest. Before he knew it, the sun rose and light filled his chambers. He was up before Merlin came in to greet him. The morning was filled with silence -- more so than usual -- as Arthur prepared for his journey. Wearing his chainmail, cape and putting the sword around his waist, he was ready to go. He was ready to bring back his wife. The entire journey to Gawant, he was quiet. He had far too much on his mind to engage in casual chit chat. He was also looking out for any of Odin's men, whether they be mercenaries or if he was bold and reckless enough to send knights over. Either way, while Arthur's mind was distracted his senses were on guard.

Once he arrived he was greeted by Godwyn and Elena. He brought a smile to his lips, knowing he had to act like everything was normal. That nothing had happened in her absence. That he missed her and loved her as a husband should love his wife. After years of being together, they did get along well . . . but he knew it would be harder now. Because he knew what it was to be with the woman he loved, rather than . . . the woman he was forced to love. Never in the same way. He greeted Godwyn with a handshake and Elena with a brief kiss and hug. More so a hug. The day proceeded on and when night came . . . Arthur knew he'd have to spend it with her. Not in an intimate way. He couldn't. Not the first night. But thankfully, they seemed to be on the same page. So he just spent the night holding her in consolation. She spoke of the loss of the baby, and he told her repeatedly that it wasn't her fault. It never would be. And that god willing, they would have another child, one that they would not lose.

Most of the night was spent talking, rather than . . . trying for another child. Until she drifted to sleep, and Arthur just kept his arms around her. It wasn't the same. She felt so different in his arms. Her figure was different, her scent, and, just the way he felt when he held her. It didn't grant him that instance solace and peace that Guinevère's presence did. He shouldn't be thinking of such things, he knew he shouldn't. Especially when he was meant to be comforting his wife. There had been so many times that he wanted to tell her, and yet knew he couldn't. He'd open his mouth to say something, but instead he would tell her that he missed her. Or that he was sorry. She would assume it was about the baby and tell him he should not apologize . . . but he meant it in a deeper sense. A way he never would and could explain to her. It would be far too hurtful. And so, he would serve as the husband she expected him to be. The one who would console her, who would give her companionship and . . . who may one day be the father of her child.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère arrived in the north and the first thing she did was retire to ehr room so she could escape Sir Kobly and finally cry. she had been pretending to be strong the whole trip up there but by not she knew Arthur was with his wife and they would once again be husband and wife. It broke her in ways she wasn't sure she was ready for. It hurt, and with no Thomas to distract her she could only cry.

The morning came when she awoke and found that nature had it's own way of telling her she was not carrying Arthur's child. Knowing she should be glad that she was not with child, she still felt the painful loss and it only made her cry some more. When asked, Guinevère simply claimed that she'd never been away from her son before and the lack of sleep made her emotions on end. Everyone woman seem to understand and the men, seemed to take their cue to leave the woman to their understanding.

They spent most their days helping the people who needed it, give blankets and Guinevère cooked. She loved cooking and it took her mind off of everything. Helping people, and doing something good was good for her soul. It was not until the nights that she found her self alone, and empty.

[Arthur Pendragon]

The next few days in Gawant dragged on and yet went by so quickly. He was ready to go to Camelot, ready to distract himself with all the affairs of his kingdom. He knew he could not stay here long. That Godwyn was still able to govern his kingdom. So . . . it was time to back home. Taking his wife with him. The arrangements were made, as Arthur's stay had not been planned to be a long one. Merely a retrieval of the queen of Camelot. The carriage was prepared and for part of the journey, Arthur rode with her in it, knowing she missed horseback riding but he still did not wish her to do anything too physical when she was still healing. Even a month later, he did not want her to take any chances. So he rode in the carriage to make her feel less lonely for he also knew that she would be missing her father. As she always did when having to leave his company. They talked, joked, anything to lighten the mood. And move past the loss they suffered . . . though Arthur would never be past the hurt he felt over having lost something else entirely different.

He would never stop thinking of her. Even if his mood could be distracted, she would always be in the back of his mind. He was trying all he could to not bring it to light though. Elena knew him . . . and it did not want to cause the slightest bit of suspicion. He needed to make sure everything was as it was before. Before he had made love to Guinevère. Before he cheated on Elena. He could do this. He needed to. Once they arrived in Camelot, he helped her settle back into her room, making sure all her belongings were brought in. She freshened up while he returned to his chambers to do the same, and then had lunch with her. They ate, talked, and entirely casual conversation. As if nothing happened. As if he had done nothing. It felt so wrong, to be able to be so casual with her. Despite the guilt that was weighing down on him heavier than any metal had the capability of doing. He felt his heart burdened and knew that to tell her only to relieve it would be selfish.

It would be something he could not do. For it would compromise so much. It could even potentially compromise the peace between Camelot and Gawant. For while Godwyn's was a strong ally, he wasn't sure how he would handle finding out that his daughter was betrayed. So no. Arthur couldn't do it. And he just had to keep reminding himself of that. Once they had lunch, he offered to take a walk with her through the gardens. Which was not too long, for he had council matters to attend to. This was where they parted ways for the day. That night, he would let her rest for she would be tired from her journey. As well as the excuse Arthur would use which was that he had far too much business to attend to. Which she understood completely. She was always so understanding. One of the reasons she was a remarkable woman . . . and didn't deserve a husband who's affections were so divided. Who could not give her his whole heart, and would never be able to. She deserved better than him . . . as did Guinevère.

[Guinevère]

The morning of the last full day they would spent there was filled with a mix of emotions and activity. They had to pack everything for their tip home, make sure the people had everything they needed, look forward to seeing her son and . . . . brace her self to see Arthur again. It has hard to imagine how it would be but she knew that it was something she could not avoid.

Part of her did not even wish to not see him. She wanted to see him, and she did not want to see him. She wanted to see him happy, but knew that it would hurt because she was not in his life. She also knew she would focused on Thomas.

She was standing out side the carriage as they put everything on top, so tomorrow they could leave before the sun was even up, when she heard the screams. Turning to look toward the villages she felt pure fear as she began to smell the smoke.

[Arthur Pendragon]

The next few days were busy. With catching up with all his duties that had accumulated from the past few days of his absence, as well as all the current duties he had . . . he seldom had any time for himself. As was to be expected. With this constraint, he also did not get to spend much time with Elena. Unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He wanted to be there for her, supportive, for she had gone through such a loss and her father was no longer here to give her that comfort. But he also knew that with all the work he had, it was not uncommon for them to hardly spend time with each other during the day. It was the life of a king, and she had understood that. For she never once complained about his neglect. He also knew part of it was necessary, in order to distract himself. Because, he was not yet ready for what he knew would inevitably come. So he performed his jobs as king.He also found himself checking on Thomas in Guinevère's absence. With Elyan back, and Gaius, Rosa and Alex to take care of him, he was never alone.

But he also knew it wasn't easy on the child to be away from his mother. So he spent some time with him. Whether it was reading riddles, or showing him around the training arena, or even briefly explaining some rules of jousting. He also knew that the time he spent with him, was time he could have been spending with his wife. But he had chosen Thomas . . . because he had promised his mother something. To look after him, even if it was not because she perished. Only due to her absence. The few days went on such as this, and everything fell into the same schedule it had before Arthur had awoken from his mundane state. Before he had embraced his love. His only true love. Seeing her made it easier and yet not. He still missed her. He still needed her. But the night had come when he no longer put off the inevitable. He hated himself for thinking of it that way . . . but to produce an heir was of paramount importance. For two kingdoms were riding on this: Camelot and Gawant. They needed a child to carry on their name. To rule the kingdom when they were no longer around.

That was how he had to look at it. Because, otherwise he would not be able to look at another woman in the same way . . . even if he had done it for the years before he had made love to Guinevère. There was no other choice at this point. Besides, she was his wife. Whether it was for a child or not, they . . . were supposed to be intimate in this way. So that night, he joined his wife in her chambers. Hating himself for acting like everything was normal, when his mind rested on another woman the entire time. It would never be the same. He would never be filled with that same amount and intensity of passion that he had when he was with Guinevère. He would never be able to desire anyone else as much as he desired her. But alas, tonight he had Elena had shared an intimate night. Because no matter how desperately Arthur wished it could be someone else, it never would be. And he needed to accept that. He eventually fell asleep, though it was not a deep slumber.

Just enough to regain his energy for a new day. Until he heard a knock on the door. He opened his eyes, glancing outside and noticing that it was still too early to be awoken. "Sire!" Sir Arryn? His tone sounded a bit frantic, though still formal. He could tell from that one word that something was wrong. He looked at Elena who was still sleeping, and did not wish to wake her. So he quickly got dressed, quietly making his way to the door. "Sir Arryn," he greeted as he stepped outside, closing the door behind him so Elena could continue to sleep. "Sire a messenger has just reached the city from Garlough! Odin has pushed into Camelot and taken hold of some of the north. The repost is about three days old, but it's from Sir Kolby. Odin is tempting to seize the Estate of Arleon, as it's our northern defense." He paused for a moment as Arthur allowed this news to register into his mind. But then he pressed on.

"Sir Kolby says some of the villages were burned, on Odin's path to Arleon, but most got into the esate's walls before too many lives were lost. He lacks the man power however to hold Odin off for more then a few days." Sir Kolby's land. Northern defenses. Wait . . . Guinevère. Arthur's concern immediately rose, more than it would have otherwise. Guinevère. She was there. She was right in the midst of the danger. The first thing that entered his mind was the promise he made to her, that nothing would happen. The second was Thomas. And the third . . . was how he needed to get there as soon as possible. "Gather the men. We ride out this morning." He didn't care how long preparations took. They needed to leave immediately. They needed to go. Because . . . the report that reached him now, was at least a few days old. Though Arthur refused to believe that they were too late. He felt his heart pound with fear, and did not even think of his sleeping wife. Only of the woman he loved and how she was in danger right now.

[Guinevère]

Thomas grabbed his cape and ran after his uncle, and the others. He wanted to go and get there! it had taken allot of work to get away from Rosa this morning and even more to get away from Alex! Alex was faster then Rosa! Still, when Alex wasn't looking Thomas had ran for it!

he reached the steps and yell out, "Wait! I want to go!" He had over heard his uncle talking and knew his mother was in danger. He had to go! He had to protect her like the king told him too! "Sire! I am going too! He yelled, seeing Arthur on his horse! "Please! I want to go!"