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---"I need your help,"
"You have magic, why would you need my help?"
---"He knows he is injured, I can't heal him or he will wonder how."
"What happened?"
---"He is a servant, he was injured while escaping. Can you help me?"
"You know you have to but ask, Emrys."
---" . . . You might not want to call me that."

Guinevère, or Gwen to her friends, had been sitting with the shirtless man for most the night. Emrys had gone to find news of the attack, and if she had to assume . . . try to save his prince. As a druid, she believed that she should not hate the ones in charge, and that forgiveness and understanding were needed with the ones who feared what they did not understand. Yet, she feared them as well. A soul deep sort of fear, for she knew they did not ever question right or wrong and had killed many. Her father included.

The man that Emrys had brought her too was handsome, and had not awaken from his pain induced sleep yet. The herbs that she had given him would help ease the pain enough for him to awaken and heal. In truth, while painful now his injures would be healed enough for him to move easy by the end of the week. She dipped a cloth into the water and lifted it to try to keep cleaning off some of the dried blood.

Guinevère smiled brightly, glad that Arthur seemed to truly enjoy the gift. He had joked about the pups and Guinevère had been surprised that she even laughed. "Then I shall leave you for the fitting, and await you for luncheon when you have finished." She knew it wise to not linger, so she gave a nod to the blacksmith before leaving with Rosa.

Once she returned to her chambers, Rosa helped her once again return to her casual and simple black dress. Guinevère took the time to clean up before returning before the fire to await her husband and speak worth Rosa a few moments in order to thank her, and encourage her to 'thank' a special knight as well.

Back in the room, the blacksmith lifted a cloth pouch to the king, 'A suggestion of my wife's. So your lady can wear your seal, my king.' in it was a broach make of the same metal, and on it was the Pendragon's dragon seal.

SDCC Spoiler round up! If you see five ( ) highlight the middle of them for the BIGGER spoilers!

They're going to address the Agravaine thing from last season

Merlin's temptation to use darker magic will be a theme. (((((Telepathic connection with Mordred, who knows his secret, is important)))))

Gwen has "been forgiven," knows that she has Arthur's trust & their relationship has survived & grown stronger then before

No love interest for Merlin

Evil Morgana was so isolated in Season 4 that Katie says she loves working this year w/Colin, Angel & Bradley

They may be planning 3 movies as well as a Season 6: "One idea we've been playing around with is to reboot the whole series [for the films]," says Capps. "We would go back in time and start the story again and show different parts that you didn't see in the series. The other idea is to do a continuation, but we haven't decided yet."

Morgana is hunting something called Arthur's Bane

(((((Uther returns in a very unexpected way and returns in Arthur's life where he's missing his father and he needs some advice and in a moment of weakness, and he is able to contact Uther.)))))


What's great about this season, it relies more on the four of us [Arthur, Merlin, Gwen and Morgana] to carry the story, it's not so much a villain of the week Source.

Lots of epic Morgana/Gwen scenes in trailer.

Everyone waited while Arthur looked over the armor. The blacksmith watching Arthur the closest, as his king seemed to not only like but love the armor that was built and worked on and designed . . . . for him. Arthur asked how much he would sell it for and the blacksmith looked confused for a moment. 'It . . . . it has already been purchased, my king. Armor must be made to fit the man who wears it, and this was an order put in by a queen for her husband.'

Guinevère looked at Rosa, thanking her with a kiss on her cheek before walking up toward Arthur. This was her gift she had wanted to give him. Knowing how she had been so excited, Rosa and Galahad had brought the man and the armor here so she could still give it to Arthur. "For the champion." She said softly, so he would know this was the gift she spoke of. Armor fit for a king. Made to keep him safe, while displaying his new status.

The blacksmith pulled one of the cuffs up and held it out toward Arthur, as the seal of the Pendragon family was there in darker iron. 'I used the measurements of your current armor, sire, to make this one. All is needed is to make sure the fit is strong.'

Guinevère liked this, sitting here just talking with him about little nothings. Everything. Anything. Laughing at his adventures, and when he claimed it was her he envied she blushed looking down. He had made strangers turn to brothers, and farmers becomes the most well known knights in the kingdoms--Yet he envied her? "Family is not just blood." She told him softly, "Your father and sister are proof of that. Your friends--your brothers--are your family. They are you strength and family more so then the rest. You should not envy me because I have a small family."

"Yours is much larger then mine, and full of people who want to be family, rather then a few people who are just glad they happen to be." AND his family was growing, for she hoped he might one day see her as such, and she also hoped that soon she could give him a child and let him have the blood family he wished for.

Arthur had not answered her question--claiming the knights were not broken hearted--so when he asked her the same she only returned the favor. "Rosa came with me as well." She teased, not going to answer something he would not. Though his lack of answer made her wonder even more . . . had he loved another? Did he love another still? A farm girl, perhaps? Someone he could not have made a queen, or perhaps he needed the alliance with her father too much. He did not seem as if he would put a title over a person but . . . .

So many questions arose by his unanswered one. Was this girl beautiful? Was she strong willed, or more mothery? Did she love him back?

A knock at the door kept her from asking one of these questions, and after they were allowed to enter, Guinevère saw it was Rosa with lunch, and carrying the try for her was Rosa's favorite knight.

Guinevère took Amaren from him, and stood up while Arthur made ready to leave. "I cannot leave him alone," She explained, "Here would be best if you are able to make time. I . . . I know you have guest and things that demand your attention. I will be here all afternoon if you need to be late." His almost wife might wish to lunch with him, and she could not keep him for personal reasons because of that.

Oddly she found herself wishing things were different. That their love had been enough to over come her status, and that many things had never happened. She waited until Arthur left, Amaren waving to him, before she took him down to see the others. With the busyness it would take a while before others noticed there was no husband, or someone asked . . .

She wondered how long she had before everything became exposed. After a small lunch with Mary and John, Guinevère took Amaren to go in and settle in for a nap. She still had no crib and used the pillows to for a small wall to keep him from falling. Sitting on the edge of the bed, with the door cracked she sang to him softly. Even when his eyes closed she still whispered the sung song, though more to comfort her for what was to come.

They were safe! Most of them at least, but she knew that he had brought them here that mean the small village was not so luckily. Still, homes could be rebuilt, and items could be replaced with time. Lives could not. She still did not believe that she had done enough, she could have warned the people hours before hand, but she was not going to make a spectical before Arthur. She smiled softly, and moved to sit on the edge of bed, feeling over whelmed at the joy of knowing that it was over.

Amaren was starting to pat on the metal and knock on it while enjoying the sounds. He also tried pulling ti some to remove it. 'What's this?' He asked, even as Arthur had just explained things. It seemed it was fascinated by the odd clothing. It was reminder that even in the joy, they needed to speak and the time was now. The village might know she had no husband and not judge her for it, but the people here in the city assumed her husband was among them. "I fear he is a bit restless, for being in doors so much." She said softly, trying to think of how to begin the hardest conversation they would have as of yet.

Arthur had asked her a question but she waited for him to answer her own before she would tell him of her homeland. He seemed to find it easier to speak of his friends rather then his home. She wondered if he had bad memories or just sad memories attached there--or if shew as reading too much into this because she was already emotional. "It seems like they were a burst of trouble." She told him with a smile, liking that he seemed to find his own family, while she had been raised with a household full.

Knowing it was her turn to answer his question of, "I have never had the pleasure of visiting Carmelide. What is it like?" Guinevère thought for a moment. "It's colder there." Because it was more north. "The land is beautiful, and while our winters are harsh we have learned to make the most of our warmer summers. In the summers we will open the courtyard and have an outdoor ball. There is always a scandal during one of them . . . though normally from a farm boy brazen enough to sneak in and try to escape without being caught."

" . . . or from a lady whom let herself be taken away by the moment. . . . . In the winters the snow comes and travel becomes almost impossible. We spend the nights before large fires and gossip runs wild."

Fond memories made her smile soft but bright as she thought about all the moments she had. "Tell me of your adventures with your friends. What sort of trouble did you find them getting you into?"

Guinevère watched him walk out before arising and turning to make sure the bed was clean and then walking behind the screen. She put on one of her thick black and plain dresses that was meant to be worn for such times. She had three clean and ready for to be able to change into 'in case' she might need too. Then Arthur's shirt went over the top, allowing her to wear it but still be dressed.

When Arthur came back she stepped out from behind the screen and smiled at him. He was so unlike noble men, for they just assumed people would be fine around them, and cared not for comfort of others like he did. "I need nothing in this moment," She told him, "Everything I need is here." Him. He was here. She was grateful for that.

"I thought perhaps you might tell me of your home . . . before you came here." She explained. "Did you live in Camelot? Or out side her borders?" While others might know of where he was raised she knew nothing. Only that he had came and taken over the kingdom. Whom he was before, was a mystery to her. "You lived near you friends? The ones whom are now knights?"