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"There is no need to worry. I will not let harm to too either of you." Alistair was surprised he had managed to calm her down; even if that was his goal. It was rare he could cox her into a mood he wanted her in (other then the one from their nights together). It appeared he was gaining skills. With the slight boost in his confidence; Alistair decided to press his luck. Not by giving another warning but by trying something new.

Or if not new; then taboo in their relationship. "You do not like magic." It wasn't a question. He knew how she felt; and knew how she was raised. She did not trust it and was afraid of it. He had thought about giving her this charmed or enchanted thing Maeve would bring and telling her to wear it always but part of him wanted her to understand that magic was not evil. "Yet even now it fills your blood. The blood of our child. He will be able to change things." In ways she might not have the courage to do. Magic would forever be apart of the Gwent royal bloodline.

Magic was something that they did not speak of often. His opinions were too strong and her's was hesitant (on good days). He knew she did not think it completely evil but she did not like it either. "I can not show them the way; but they will follow you." He would be no one's king; and she was the princess everyone loved. If their child had even a bit of her in it; then they could change the course of history. Save so many lives.

"Just as tonight; your friend gains the power to do something."

"All other knights are not exactly like you, for they do not share a past such as yours." Alistair had known that but had choice to in that moment over look such a fact. Merely trying to point out that by not acting as other knights he would draw more attention to himself. Therefore he should be out here where he can be seem casually rather hidden away and everyone wondering why. "None of your concern," He some how expected a reply along the lines of that or or to hell. "I am making it my concern. I have a need to know."

"You should not be trying to single yourself out. For there is a reason you are able to stay in your current position here in Camelot." Alistair turned to look at the prince who would be king in a few hours or less and remained emotionless in his expression. He paused a moment to decide on if Arthur was meaning it as a threat or not. Was he going to expose him and risk his princess' life? "Would others not wonder why I hide my self away?" He countered; not about to tuck tail and run.

One rule of fighting in the woods; never be the one to advance. It did not matter if you were fighting friend or foe or man or animal. You let them come to you. It was easier to defend then to attack. If you were forced to attack then you did it in their blind side; or from behind. You did not let them see it was coming at them. Kept moving. Aimed for their weak points in their aromor.

None of that would work fighting in the open where there was no were to hide. The little lad called him slow and then thought he would what? Charge at him in anger? Poor little princling. Alistair took in his armor and looked at the weak points and unprotected areas. Toes, neck, head; all open and unprotected. All ready to be used aginst him. Alistair said not a word; just rocked back into the ready stance. He did not bother telling the little boy how fast he could be if not for these blades.

Well; Alistair did not exactly feel comfortable in his home so they were even. Still he felt caged in the stone walls of the Pendragon's castle. "All other knights are given leave to walk around." He countered, knowing damn well there was a major difference. None of the others had kidnapped the king, the Prince's woman, nor another princess. Still he was not going to just go and sit in his room.

He let his arms drop to his side before turning to look down the hall the way he had come. "What is down this hall?" He asked; trying to learn more about his exit plans. He had a few routes in his mind on how to get out from her room; and from the main ball room. He just wanted to know more in case one of them got cut off.

Why was here out here? Alistair watched her for a long moment while deciding on if he could trust her or not. Druids by nature were not a trusting sort. They liked liked to live away from non-druids; and keep to themselves. Still; he had just witnessed her magic himself. He knew the difference between an enchantment one learned and when the magic filled you. The water and risen up to her hand and danced. That was no enchantment; not many hand that sort of control.

"The same as others." He answered in his deep rumble of a voice that vibrated out more then projected. He meant he was out here for the same reason as any magical sort. Magic made cities too dangerous. "I am Alistair." He gave his name; knowing it was well known thought out the kingdom.

He hoped it would tell the magical girl that she was safe and he would not harm her. He was known to fight for the druids and magical ones. Keep them safe if he could. He hated Uther Pendragon; and everything he had done to his family and the people out here. "I mean you no harm."

After him? Alistair folded his arms over his chest in a casual manner; but knew it would not be taken as such. He was not about to go hide in his room when he had work to do. He didn't speak for a long few moments so that the prince would understand that these words were not spoke with out thought behind them. "No."

He wasn't being childish in his statement; and did not mean for the prince to take it so. "I am not were I am unallowed." So why ask him to to and hide away? Did Arthur think he was up to no good? Should he ease that fear or let it stand between them? He glanced up and down the hall way before speaking again; "I mean no one here any harm." Aside from the one fat noble; but that was later and he knew better then to admit it to the prince.

Alistair did not move as the prince walked forward to him. He wasn't lost but he did not plan to tel him why he was looking around; "You can't be lost when you don't know where your going." He didn't have a where to end up in so he could not be lost; he wasn't looking to end up somewhere. Alistair didn't bother to explain what he meant; for the fewer words you spoke the less people tried to talk to you.

In a few hours this man would be crowded king; surely he had something more important to do then stand here and talk to him. He only had to wait until he walked on and then he could keep building a mental map of the castle. When a foe of the Pendragons rose up tonight he wanted an exit plan. Alistair stood there staring at the young prince waiting for him to either walk on; walk away or speak again.

What the bloody hell did he say to that? Alistair let the thought sit there for a moment before no longer caring about not talking. The silence was never awkward with her; and he did not care to fill the peaceful silence with an awkward attempt at small talk. He did like however; that she moved closer and fell back in the crowd. He would not like have liked it if any had attempted to walk between them. Not that many would. Most seem to see her walking their way and take bows and move out the way.

He kept his eyes moving to make sure no danger would come close to her. While looking he noticed one woman bow to Isadora and when she did her necklace became apparent. He would know that work anywhere. Maeve. His eyes softened for a moment at the memory of his almost sister and her visit to her. She was often trying to give people things rather then ask for money. She would encourage men to give their lady loves the jewelery.

That was when the idea occurred to him that while he'd given her piratical things; and useful things; he'd never given her anything like Maeve suggested to other men: Pretty things. Something just because. "I have need to go down toward the forges if you are mind?" He rarely asked her to go anywhere finding it easier to just move her. However in the market he knew moving her or steering her would look unknightly.

He watched the princeling spin his blade and use up his energy in a display of skill rather then save it for the fight to come. He knew that if this got out of hand then he could loose everything. Alistair might have lived in the woods but he had not lived under a rock nor stone. He had heard of the Arthur's skill. So when the first blow came he could tell that it was a testing move. That the knight in the prince was sizing him up. While Alistair could tell that; he knew that he lacked the strong skill to appear weak or try to off set the game.

He knew how to fight against a sword; but only with two daggers rather then a sword. In his fight he would have blocked the blow and drive the other into his attacker ending this quickly. However (1) killing the prince might get him in trouble and (2) there was no other blade in his hand. There was however, his hand. Alistair had learned to fight with both hands; and while not as skilled as Vaughn while fighting with two swords (in fact he was slightly hindered when he tried); he was equally strong with both. There was no a weaker side in his style; while others were 'right handed' or 'left handed' and it left the other side open for attack. Like with the prince. Alistair blocked the blow but felt the weight of the weapon he was still learning and how it cause him to loose speed. Then while the blades were going tot he side used his other hand to push hard on the prince's chest and move him back a few feet.