Chapter Three
"Where did all of this come from?" Amelia asked, amazed at all of the delicious food that currently sat in front of her. There were eggs, bread rolls, cheese, and a variety of fruit and some vegetables. This was more food than she had ever seen in one place!
"I have a discount." He answered, feeling smug as he pulled a cloth from the top of his shirt and set it on his lap as he sat in front of her.
"Where?" She asked, curiously.
"Everywhere."
"You mean it's stolen?"
"Impressed yet?
"Hardly."
"I thought not. Now eat up and get ready. I have a lovely day planned for us." He said, unfazed by her lack of praise.
He eyed the women in front of him, admiring her beauty as she ate. He nibbled on a few pieces of bread himself.
He hadn't planned on staying here for long, but something about her just made him want to stay. Gwaine has never been a man to prepare a meal for a women he wasn't even seeing.
I should probably leave here soon. Staying in one place too long never ends well. He thought as he mentally listed all of the enemies he had made over the years.
Though it doesn't really make sense to take a girl out on a date. But he did owe her for taking care of him after all.
He should just repay her and then be on his way.
"So you've really never been horse back riding?" He asked her and he handed her the rains to a horse he had "borrowed" from some neighbors.
He hoisted her up, smirking at the small girlish shriek she made when she was all the way up.
"No." She answered, breathlessly, shutting her eyes for a second, preparing herself.
They entered the forest, Amelia pushed past a branch, and glanced behind her in time to see it hit Gwaine in the nose. She laughed and nudged her horse to speed up.
Amelia turned out to be pretty good at horseback riding. They took a path Gwaine had taken many times before in and out of this village. He knew of a creek a few miles ahead, and decided it would be a good idea to stop there and rest so the horses could drink and he could talk to Amelia a little more before he had to leave.
Gwaine followed the sound of running water, leading them both to the creek.
He slowed down and stuck his hand out behind him, signaling Amelia to stop.
He could hear voices.
"Don't worry Arthur. I'll get someone." Merlin stood, looking alert as he came face to face with a man he was extremely glad to see.
"Gwaine? What are you doing here?" Gwaine asked, eyeing the obviously unconscious Arthur laying half way in the flowing water.
"What's wrong? Arthur's hurt?" He asked, panic rising in his chest.
If Arthur was hurt that meant whatever had hurt him could still be close by, and he had just led Amelia straight into danger.
"You know prince Arthur?" Amelia asked, sounding genuinely impressed for the first time.
"Who's your friend?" Asked Merlin, temporarily forgetting about the injured prince behind him.
"Amelia." He answered hastily. "Is Arthur going to be okay? What happened?"
"Five mean on horses. They're heading for Camelot. I have no idea how they hurt him. I can't find a wound. They have magic."
"We have to go after them." Gwaine said, determined.
"Amelia head home. I'll meet up with you later." He instructed, jumping down from his horse, before walking over to where Arthur lay. He began helping Merlin hoist him up and over the horse.
"But-" She began to protest.
"Go!" He said louder. "I don't want you hurt."
Looking worried, she turned around and began leaving the scene. "Good luck!" She gave them a second glance before disappearing into the trees.
Gwaine sure has a hectic lifestyle. She thought, remembering her first encounter with him in the tavern.
Amelia shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
"It's not like I'm going to end up attached." She said aloud, trying to reassure herself as she headed home.
Acklesaddict - I love Gwaine too haha. That's why I started this story (; And this chapter is for you since you're the only one who reviewed my last one! Sorry it's so short!
