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He explained, but it did not explain why they came for her. Had he not left her? Why would they think she was important to him now? Arthur moved to pick up the flowers and she began to reach forward, "I will clean it." She paused when she felt the fabric move oddly over her shoulder and noticed the seem had ripped open slightly. If she was not careful then she rip it more and the fit would not be so simple.

Her hand moved to hold it too her, and she looked back at the body, and then around the room. "I should . . . " Change her dress before more damage was done. She wore her old yellow one now, for the kitchens would ruin the other newer ones she had made when she was a ladies maid. "Thank you." Her mind finally began working and she could think enough to say the words that should have been said first. "Thank you for saving my life." No matter what was between them, that should be spoken first.

He might have broken her heart, but he had still saved her more times then she could count. She only wished she could thank him in stronger way. Do something to help him as he had helped her.

Guinevère life fell into a bit of a pattern. She had been 'let go' by the king, and given coin for her silence on anything regarding his son. She had not taken on the coin on pride alone, but she also knew she could not be without a job for long. It was in the form of an old friend from the kitchens that she was able to get a few hours a day working. While she made considerably less then what she was used too, she knew how to save and she could survive.

She did not understand it. None of it. Something was wrong but she could not see how to fix it. Arthur had sealed himself in his chambers, claiming to be unwell for so many days. Then she was let go and by Arthur's own command she was not allowed anywhere near the royal floors or where they might be. She had even tried to be bold, and ask Merlin to for help in arranging a meeting. Yet nothing as of yet had happened to allow her a moment close to him.

Work in the kitchens was hard, and she had spent more hours in the laundry working too. Wrapping her cloak around her, she began the walk home. Pausing on the edge of the courtyard, she looked up at the windows were she knew would lead into Arthur's chambers. Her heart was breaking a little more every night. They had been in love, had they not?

He had kissed her, spoken of promises. She had promised to wit for him, and wait for him she would . . .

Even if sometimes she wondered on these cold nights alone if she would just be waiting to hear of another princess he would wed. Turning away from the window, she turned to walk home. It did not take long before she noticed she wasn't alone, and her steps began to quicken.

"You simply want Camelot to be a place of justice and equality." She teased with a smile, hinting that it was not as simple as he was claiming it to be. Though her smile mostly came from how he had claimed THEY would do this together. She was not even sure were they would begin. While he knew of ways to help change and shape the kingdom he wished to build she could only try to keep up with him. His ideals were so different from the world she had been raised in.

She had been told that she should take care of the lowerclass, but not be their friend. Arthur told her that she could do both. She had been told that only pure blood nobles had the honor in them to be knights and show loyalty. Arthur and his band of farmers had proven that wrong. She had been told she could not find joy in her husband's arms, and Arthur had shown her so very many things that proved that so very wrong. "I want to help you, but I fear I will not know how. I can only take in the befits of the rules you already changed."

He spoke of not being able to marry another if he had been in love, and Guinevère found her heart beating faster. She wished that one day she could be that for him. The girl he could not leave behind. -- Not that he could leave her behind, for she was his wife. But she wanted for him to see her in that place in his heart. Odd how quickly she was falling for him. How natural and easy it felt.

"You break so many rules," She said in a bit of awe at his words, "Had I heard of them before I met you I would have been . . . . I am unsure. I cannot even imagine how shocked I would have been yet . . . Seeing you, and getting to know you I find that I like the new rules you make, and the ones you break. I find instead of feeling as if you are taking everything everyone knows away from them, you're giving them new views and stronger lives . . . . The people see it that way too. You can see it, with how they look at you. How they are as in awe of you as--" She was.

"I find myself looking forward to seeing what changes you bring to everything."

"And what question was that?" Her husband asked while he began enjoying the meal. She still wasn't hungry, but apart of that was not only due to her current physical parts, but also a bit of nerves. She had not planned to ask it out right again, in order to allow him to be free of the question if he truly wished to. Yet he seemed to have forgotten what she had asked.

"Did you leave anyone behind when you began a king? . . . Was there ever a girl whom you might have married instead?" She reached for something, anything to hold in her hands and a reason to keep her eyes from his face for a short moment. While the answer could let her know him better it also would make her mind wonder about this girl. Who she might have been. He did not seem broken hearted--for he had laughed with her and spoken of no other giving him thoughtful gifts like the dogs, and even spoken to her like he did in the tent . . . . but perhaps he was better at hiding things then she was.

"I have everything I could ever want and need," He told her as he lifted her hand and placed a kiss there, his eyes never looking for her's. Blushing, Guinevère hoped that his words were true. She wanted him to be as happy as she was finding herself in this marriage, and hoped that he would be. She wished again she was brave enough to tell him she loved him, but apart of her again held back. Soon. She would tell him soon.

Turning his palm in her hand, she lifted it to her lips so she could place a kiss there. "We should enjoy our lunch." She had more questions for him, "Would you rather eat at the table, or here?" Before the fire where they had been. It was a comfortable place to sit, but she had only rarely eaten anywhere but a table--and even then not with a man whom she wanted to impress in all things.

"You came all this way from your village, to help a friend?" He seemed surprised someone would help another. "No, I came to help you." While she had been asked by a friend, she would have come either way had she known. "Either way, I am grateful and indebted to you." Indebted! Sometimes he said things oddly, very fancy as if he was more educated then most--or like now, he spoke of debt . . .

"It's what you do . . . " When you love someone. And she did love Emrys. He was her brother. Had he asked she would have came no matter the miles, had someone been injured she'd had come to help. Either way, she would be here. "People are supposed to help each other. Sometimes we forget. Get too caught up in other things--which farm is more profitable, which kingdom has more gold, who has better children, who has more then another . . . . "

"Simple things like showing kindness, and helping a follow human get forgotten. Merlin might have asked me to come, and I love him like my own brother so I would have come, but even if a stranger had asked . . . I would have come to help. Because somethings are more important then debt. Like love, and compassion."

Guinevère watched him while he took a moment to reply "Morris," Morris? She smiled softly, pleased that he actually knew his name and she did not have to worry about his mind, only his body--not that she needed to foucse more on him there. She had not been able to stop looking while he was sleeping. Morris was quite handsome, and he had gained her attentions in a rather new way.

Leaning forward a bit she whispered, "Morris, you have a flower in your hair." Reaching for it, she reviled her secret. It was a flower as blue as his eyes she'd bet. Once the day light arose she would love to see for sure. Yet in these caves it would be hard to see for sure. She tucked the end in his bandage so the blue contrasted with the dried red of the blood. "You should try to sleep for a few more hours. I will wake you when E--Merlin returns . . . I promise."

"A few years at least." Since he came here perhaps? Sometime just after that? Guinevère watched him, knowing she needed a name to call him but he seemed reluctant to give her his. It made her wonder why. Had he forgotten?! She had not felt a blow to his head when she checked for other injuries--no bumps nor discolored bits. Yet what if she missed something?!

"I need you to tell me your name." She said softly, "If . . . If you do not remember it, then it's ok. I can help try to remember it." Though he knew Merlin, so surely he knew his own name. "I just need to know that you know it, or if I should give you some herbs to help with any injury to your head . . . and I need something to call you. Merlin was in a hurry, I did not have time to ask him for your name." It wasn't ask if he was the king or prince in hiding! He was a servant, what harm could there in in his name? "If you tell me, I will tell you a secret." Her tone suggested that her mystery was very important and special, though the tactic was one she used to make children take the medicine that tasted horrid to them.