Arthur watched as Gwen walked through the courtyard, she didn't know she was being watched, although he did every night. For safety purposes of course, that's what he told Merlin. The other reason was that she looked so….beautiful in the moonlight, her dark curly hair gently swaying in the breeze, she walked, so filled with troubles but seemed, at this time, in her own world- he hoped he was in her world.

Gwen walked slowly, this was the only time she got on her own, away from the business of her work, now that Morgana was gone, her duties had changed, and she prayed that there was a way for Morgana to return- for her sake. Gwen heard footsteps behind her but continued to walk, it could be anyone. But before she could process anymore a hand smothered her mouth and another wrapped around her waist, a muffled scream escaping her lips. "You'll do" the deep voice whispered in her ear, making a tear fall down her cheek. The man dragged her backwards towards the stable; Gwen was suddenly terrified, Emily, a servant girl who she had come to know as a friend over the last months, had told her about one knight. He had a habit of "de-flowering" the serving girls and leaving them with bruises and scars to remember- that was what she was going to endure. Gwen kicked, screamed, bit, anything she could to stop him as they drew nearer- suddenly something hit her head and she was taken by the blackness of her mind.

Arthur saw Sir Elon follow Gwen, first thinking it was a coincidence, but when he covered Gwen's mouth Arthur could not contain himself and, grabbing his sword from the chair beside him and his cloak from his bed, ran out of his room and towards the courtyard. "Sire!" voices shouted as he passed, they whispered after he ran past them of why he was running at such a late hour and with his sword in his hand.

Gwen's eyelids began to open again; she heard a voice being raised around her, "GET AWAY FROM THE GIRL NOW ELON", was the first clear voice she could hear, it was a voice she most defiantly recognised, the voice of Arthur- he had saved her. "I got her Arthur, if you want her after then get in line" Gwen recognised the voice of Sir Elon, one of the Knights who was known for his straying hands. "HOW COULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?" Arthur spat, she could see a fuzzy outline, her sight coming back to her although the darkness made it hard. "UNLIKE YOU I DO NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MAIDS WHO HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG!" he continued, she realised that she was lying on some hay, Elon looming above her. "No Sire, you just fall in love with them don't you?" Elon smirked when he said this, Arthur looked at him, how could he know? "I don't know what you're talking about" he replied, his sword, Gwen realised, getting nearer to Elon's chest. "Come on Arthur, all the Knights know- it's only the King who doesn't- you are in love with her" he looked down at her when he said this, a horrible, sickly grin on his face. "Maybe we could strike a deal, you walk away Arthur, and I don't tell your father about your little infatuation" he sneered as he stroke her cheek, making her tremble. "Or, lets see about mine- you walk away now and tell no-one about this, or I run you through with my sword and tell everyone that you had a run in with a spike in the stables, as well as your wandering hands, how does that sound?" he looked Elon up and down, angling his sword ready to strike. "I will do it Elon, don't you worry" he pressed it nearer, drawing blood. Elon gulped and started to stand up. "Fine, but I won't forget this Arthur, I will get you back" he started to walk out of the stables. "Oh and Elon" Arthur lowered his sword and turned around, "If I EVER here of you doing this again- to ANYONE, I will kill you. Got it?" He put his sword on his side and went on his knee's, making sure Gwen was ok. Gwen saw Elon walk away, her mind slowly faded to black again.

"Arthur! What happened?" A startled voice

"Is she alright?" An old voice, wise and friendly

"I don't know, I can't tell, just please Gaius do something" The voice came from above her; she was in someone's arms.

"I need to know what happened first" The old voice pressed on the matter the younger man had started

"I don't know if he…if it…. But I know her head was hit hard", the voice trembled.

"Merlin, get some bandages from my bag, Arthur, lay her on the bed, is there anything she can wear?" The old man was changing the subject.

"Yes, I can find something, give me a minute" The trembling voice grew in strength, footsteps faded to the other side of the room.

"Merlin, I need those bandages quickly" The old voice again

"Here you go" The young voice, obviously trying to help

"Poor, Poor girl" The old voice, soothing as he wrapped bandages around her head.