"Gwen?" Morgana's voice came from behind her dressing screen. "Are you there?"
"Yes, milady," Gwen said, quickly entering the room and curtsying, even though she knew Morgana wasn't watching.
"Could you help me with this dress?" She asked in a strained voice, as if trying hard to do something.
Gwen smiled. "Of course, milady,"
She went behind the screen and quickly, though gently, tied the dress, and in no time at all Morgana walked out from behind the screen with the dress tied and she looking radiant as ever. She went to her rather large mirror and smiled at her reflection, then took up her brush and sat down in her chair, which was Gwen's cue to start brushing her hair, which Gwen did at once, making each strand count and pinning the first strands together in the back with Morgana's gold hair piece. Gwen had always wished for hair like hers, long and wavy and soft, instead of her black curls, but she did not envy Morgana, for she knew that as the Lady of Camelot, Morgana ought to be the most beautiful.
Morgana again smiled at her reflection and then smiled at Gwen. "Another masterpiece, Gwen, you never fail to please me."
Gwen smiled slightly. "Thank you, milady,"
Morgana crossed her arms over her chest. "Gwen, what have I told about calling me that? Do I call you my maid?"
Gwen sighed and smiled. "No, you don't."
"Alright, so should you call me milady?"
"No, I should not."
Morgana laughed. "Exactly," She turned to face Gwen. "Gwen, we're best friends, aren't we?"
Gwen giggled and nodded. "Yes, we are."
Morgana grinned and turned back to the mirror. "Then you shall call me Morgana, not milady, not mistress or madam, just Morgana. I'd like to be known for my name by someone, and not just the gentlemen of court."
They both giggled.
Suddenly a knock came from the door. Gwen went quickly and opened it slightly, just enough to see who it was. To her dismay, no one she knew. It was a knight, with his sword drawn and looking a bit worried.
"Yes, can I help you?" Gwen asked, curious.
"I am here to escort the Lady Morgana to safety." He said, with no emotion in his voice at all.
"Whatever is happening?" She said, her eyes widening.
"There is no time to talk. Did you not hear the warning bells?"
Gwen felt her face grow warm. "The Lady Morgana had me close all openings; she does not care much for the bell's sound. I shall have her packed immediately."
"There's no time! Just get her and let's be on our way!" His voice was a bit harsh.
Gwen's eyes widened as she nodded and she quickly went to Morgana, and they were on their way. The knight took them to the nearest entrance, where two horses were waiting, side-by-side, each with small bundles on them, with food and blankets in them.
"Why are there only two?" Morgana asked with a trace of panic in her voice.
"Your handmaiden must stay here." The knight said, nodding to Gwen. She nodded back, though a bit of fear entered her face.
"What? No, I am not leaving without Gwen!" Morgana said, holding onto Gwen's hand, just as the war bell sounded. "Gwen is my protector!"
"I am your protector, now we must go!" The knight was becoming irritable.
Gwen smoothed Morgana's forehead with her hand to calm her and said in a hurry, "Go, Morgana. You are the Lady of Camelot; I am just a mere servant. Camelot needs you to be brave, now, for all of the people. Go now and save yourself, I will be just fine here, and before you know it, you'll be back in Camelot in no time at all."
"Listen to the girl," The knight said, dragging Morgana onto her horses. "We must leave, now!"