Hey so basically this is my story. For the purpose of this story I will be using the TV show rather that the books for game of thrones because of the ages. All rights belong t the respective owners and I unfortunately own nothing. Enjoy!

Time in Camelot had seemed to come to a slow halt. The people in the streets seemed to move slower and without purpose and dark clouds always hung over the citadel. The knights who were lucky enough to survive the battle at Camlann no longer neither wielded their swords in jest in the training grounds nor joked around.

It was not as if Queen Guinevere was not doing a good job running Camelot but King Arthur, well he was born to be king. He loved his people and they loved him with equal measure. He fought for the poor with the same strength that he fought for the rich with. He was a man of the people. His body was never brought back to Camelot. Some say that it is because he is still alive, waiting to return but I know he would never leave Gwen.

I had been living here for four years. I arrived just after Arthur and Gwen had been married. I came here with the intention of becoming a maid. My father and mother thought it would be good for me to reside somewhere warm and learn wifely duties. Throughout my time here I had made good friends such as Sir Gwaine, Merlin, Sir Percival and had even had the opportunity to speak to the King and Queen on occasion. One person I had been particularly fond of when he came to Camelot was Mordred. Even I could not see through he façade and I was surprised, hurt and angry to here that he had been the one to kill Arthur.

"Has Merlin still not returned?" I said as I entered Gaius's chambers. He was fiddling around with some parchment on his desk.

"No, and I don't suspect he ever will." He said not looking up.

"Well he should." I said walking further into the chambers. "If he could just tell us what happened. I mean Gwen is going out of her mind and-"

"If Merlin decides not to return that is his business." Gaius said cutting me off. Deciding not to push the subject I said "Well, I was wondering if you knew where the Queen was?"

He looked up at me, a pensive look on his face before finally stating. " The Queen should be in the council meeting at the moment." I muttered thanks before quickly walking down the hall towards the main room.

When I arrived the meeting was still in progress. So I sat down on the marble steps outside and waited. When the doors finally opened five minutes later I stood letting the slue of Knights go up the stairs. I gave a curt nod to Percival, which he returned. The poor man had lost his best friend only one fortnight ago and seemed less talkative.

When I saw Gwen the first thing that struck me was how tired she looked. Like she hadn't slept in days.

"Gwen?" I said timidly, walking towards her.

"Yes?" She said trying to sound cheerful. I gave her a small smile. "Can we speak?" I asked.

"Of course." She replied and led me up to her chambers, the chambers that she once shared with her late husband.

"Gwen, after all that has happened I think that it is time for me to resign my post and return home." I said pulling at a string on my pale green dress. I looked up to see Gwen giving me a sympathetic look so I went on. "I just think that it would be best if, at this moment, I went home because I need to start fresh."

Gwen reached out for my hand and gently squeezed it. "I understand," she said in a kind voice "family come first and if this is what you truly want than I will not stop you. When do you plan to leave?" She finished.

"At first light tomorrow." Was my response.

Gwen stood and gave me hug. The queen had always been a kind-hearted soul but through all of that I had never been terribly close with her. As I left her chambers I felt like my guts were retching. I was excited to see my family again but after all this time I wondered if they would even recognize me.

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The next morning came to quickly for my liking. I walked slowly to the barn with my bag on my shoulder taking in the beautiful castle were I had spent the last four years. This would likely be the last time I would see Camelot. Crossing the sea in between these lands and Westeros would take a month at least and than riding home another month.

When I walked into the barn Percival was saddling my horse.

"All ready for your trip?" He asked. Percival was always kind but his tone lacked the light heartedness that it used to have.

"I think so." I muttered putting the satchel onto my horse. I walked up slowly to him and tossed my arms around his waist. He, at first startled, gently wrapped his arms around my shoulders, due to our height difference. The hug ended as quickly as it started and I mounted my horse giving one last look to Camelot as I turned and rose out into the distance. I was going home. I was going back to my family.

I was finally going to back to Winterfell.

Hey so that's the beginning. Hopefully you guys liked it and I will continue if I get some reviews. This story has been popping around my head for sometime and no one has really made it so I was like you totally should. Please review. Tell me what I can do to make it better.