AN: Another chapter given in response to my wonderful reviewer. Again I'm still not sure whether I will continue with this story. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 2: London

The remainder of my journey to London was cold and wet but most of all lonely. I had never been so far or so long apart from my twin. It seemed as though half of myself was missing.

The fields surrounding the walls of London were crowded with men and horses. In some areas men spared against each other swords clashing with fierce strength and blinding speed and in others they ate and drank nears tents and fire pits. I felt like a child who had strayed to far from her mother's side. How could I have thought that I could survive this war without someone discovering my secret when we would be living in such tight quarters? I was completely out of my element.

As I made my way through the encampment one of the men came up to me. "Lad," he called out. "What do you be called?" he asked.

"Robin," I replied with out hesitation taking care to pitch my voice slightly lower then usual. "Could you tell me where I can find the command tent?" I asked feeling that the only way I was going to get anywhere would be too ask.

"Aye," the man replied. "Its right next to the city gates, to the right side." He offered helpfully. "Come back and have a round once you get done," he said cheerfully obviously he was already part ways into his cups.

I continued on through the camp until I came to the large tent the man had spoken off. It was a good deal larger then any of the others and showed some small amount of decoration. The front flap of the tent was guarded and so after tying my horse to a hitching post outside the door I went to the guard and stated my business. He quickly ducked inside the tent and moments later I was admitted into the presence of both King Richard and his younger brother, Prince John.

Very little was said in the exchange other then King Richard thanking me for my timely arrival and telling me that I would be part of the 3rd training platoon who would be staying in London until we were deemed fit enough to join the main force. I bowed and left the tent. As I went through the tent flap I heard the Prince make some disparaging remarks about how I was such a pretty lad, and that I would probably be ill at the sight of blood. For one I truly hoped that I would never have to marry that man.

As I left the tent I came face to face with the one person who I knew would see directly through my disguise. The shock on the face of William Plantagenet when he saw me leave the tent was easy to read. He walked straight over to me grabbing my upper arm in a vice like grip. He towered over me staring into my eyes with a piercing gaze.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed quietly as to not attract attention.

"William," I said calmly but firmly. "Let go." I stared back at him with the same amount of stubbornness in my gaze. "I would speak to you but not here."

He let go of my arm and nodded a sever frown marring his handsome face. "Sundown," he said. "I'll meet you at the fairy tree in the field to the west of the camp."

It took a while for me to find the stables and feed and bed down Chase, and then to find the mess tents. I was starving and I had run out of my own food by this point. I got some bread, cheese and a slap of meat left the tent. There were people all around the mess tent eating but it was noisy and there were too many people for my liking. My mind drifted back to the letter that my father had given me upon leaving and so I thought to make my way to the fairy tree early.

I reached the tree and sat down to eat my meal. There were a group of deer grazing on the other side of the pasture. They were so calm and peaceful; I wished that humans could be like that. I wished that we could live and let live with out war and hatred; I knew that I went to war now to spar my brother not for a cause that I believed in.

When I had finished my food I pulled my saddle bags around in front of me. I opened the one I had put the letter. I removed the sealed parchment looked at it. It was simply addressed to Moraine.

For some time I just sat there staring at the letter, not sure as to whether I should open it or not. Finally, I decided that it wouldn't go away just because I avoided it. I broke the seal and spread my father's missive out in front of me.

My Sweet Child,

You have grown so much, Moraines, and I am immensely proud of you. I know that you and your brother believe me to be very dense when it comes to your plots and that you do not believe that I will notice your little subterfuge. Fear not in the knowledge that you have failed for I will not give you away. I know for a fact that Prince has no intention on honouring the marriage contract between the King and myself. I am certain that your decision is the most likely way for my two children to remain alive.

You are exceptionally strong, brave person. I wish you all the best and if we do not meet again know that I love you with my whole heart. Never be afraid of love child, for it can sustain you through the most trying times.

With Love,

Your Father

I had tears in my eyes reading the letter. I couldn't I had misjudged my father so badly. One of those tears slipped down my cheek and I whipped it away with my sleeve quickly as I saw William approaching across the field. I rose working hard to find some semblance of calm. The last thing I needed to begin the coming conversation with was tears.

William walked right over to me and he did the last thing I ever expected. Instead of yelling at me or even calmly telling me to explain myself as he had before when I had done something to make him angry. Instead he stopped right in front of me his blue eyes piercing into mine in a manor that was almost frightening. Then before I could do anything his lips descended on mine in a possessive kiss. It was a kiss that although it was in no way damaging claimed me entirely for his own. I couldn't help but sink into the falling into to the kiss, melting into him, and claiming him for myself much as he claimed me. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pushed my body up against his own. It was a little private war, no quarter given or taken on either side. He stepped forwards forcing me to back up, and the next thing I knew what that my back was being pushed up against the tree out kiss un broken.

When he finally released me we were both breathless. He took a small step back to put some space between us but remained close enough that I couldn't move very much.

"Now," he said levelling an accusing look at me. "Now, you will tell me why, in the name of all that is good, you are here."