A month and a half after the letter had arrived in the holy land, one of the King's Guards spotted a horse walking carefully towards the camp as if carrying precious cargo. Nodding to his partner, the Guard slowly walked up to the tired horse and grabbed the reins - only to jump back when he saw Robin of Locksley, Earl of Huntington laying across the saddle with a note loosely field in his hand.

Taking it carefully from the unconscious man, the guardsman read it aloud: Your majesty, my name is Cael and I am the escort for Robin of Locksley to your camp. It has come to my attention through a mutual friend of ours that The Lord of Locksley has not been himself,and that you may be able to help.

Therefore, I have sent his Lordship with my most trusted advisor and friend, Alexander of Northburgh. If the horse should arrive alone however, or with just Robin then I fear they may have been ambushed on their way to you. Please make sure both Robin and Shea ( the horse) are safe, as I love them both dearly. Your most loyal subject and friend , Caelin Earl of Newsburry.

Near the end, King Richard had walked in and gasped as he saw Robin's condition. Quickly taking command the King started ordering his servants and guards to bring things to a tent next to his. Then he snapped " And settle Robin in a cot as well please. He's looks so exshausted even I cannot believe it!"

Twenty minutes later a new tent was set up five feet from the King of England's and Robin was settled into the bed inside it. When this was finished, all the other guards went about the duties before bed. The King on the other hand had other plans, as he crept into Robin's temporary home and sat holding the Knight turned Outlaws hand.

Sighing slightly, Richard kept watch as the man he once considered more then a friend slept fitfully. Gently caressing the soft brown hair, he smiled sadly and stood to turn in for the night unaware of what it would bring.

Three hours later, everyone was sleeping relatively peacefully ( except the guards on duty) when all of a sudden a cry pierced the air. Jumping up, the guards looked around tensely as another scream ripped through the silence.

Now on high alert, they ran to the King's tent and opened the flap saying " Sire, there's a slight problem..Someone is screaming but there is no one attacking us!" Jerking fully awake, King Richard ran out the door and into Robin's tent snapping " Back to your posts!"

Once inside, Richard walked slowly to the bed and moved carefully behind Robin , rubbing his back in soothing circles as he did so. Clutching the younger man to his chest he murmured " Hush Robin, sshh. Your alright. There's no one attacking us, everything is fine. " Eventually the younger Knight relaxed and snuggled up into Richard's arms, leaving the King no choice but to stay.

Later on the King was watching Robin quietly as he contemplated what could have caused this phenomena to happen to the man. As there were few possibilities Richard had to put it down to psychological.

The problem was he needed to speak to Robin to find out what was bothering the younger, yet it was not possible. So instead of doing so, the King decided to move Robin into his tent to watch him more closely. Then he spoke to the guards about keeping an eye on the Knight when he woke. Finally after three hours of talking, and two hours of comforting Robin; the King went to bed with a heavy heart. Unknown to him, as his back was turned a pair of blue eyes hesitantly opened and glanced around the room.

The next day was a slow one, as the King checked on Robin then went to his meetings. Finally in the early afternoon, he arrived back at his tent to find Robin trying to lift himself out of bed. " Robin!" Richard said startled, and moved quickly to help the exhausted man sit up. " Sire. " the rightful Lord of Locksley greeted weakly with a short dip of his head in acknowledgment. " You should be asleep. Your exhausted! " the King was not bothering to hide his concern now .

"I'm fine sire." Robin stated adamantly, refusing to acknowledge that there was a problem. "Robin, you are not fine. According to Much's letter you have been asleep for Three months. Three weeks there, and five on the way here. Something is wrong, Robin. Please just let me help you. " By the end Richard was pleading with the man. Shaking his head, Robin turned away and didn't say another word.

Sighing softly, Richard walked out of his tent and around his camp. By the time he returned Robin was fast asleep in his cot. ' Oh, Robin. What am I going to do with you?' the King asked himself silently he headed to bed.