A/N: A huge thanks to JohnCenaRkoFanForever and PaddySimcoxSmiles for being my first reviewers! I didn't expect to get any reviews on the day I published my story but somehow I did. The reviews have made me want to update. Don't forget to leave me a review. (I'm actually really excited to see where this story will go). Anyway, enjoy Chapter 4. :)

A bright light shined upon my face and the smell of some sort of soup filled the room. I was back in my chamber lying on my bed with the covers all over the place.

"I'm sorry to interrupt so rudely, my lady," The lady had opened the curtains and placed some food on the table. "I have made you breakfast."

"Oh you have not interrupted at all. And thank you, um…"

"Gwen." She smiled innocently.

"Thank you, Gwen. How long have I been sleeping?" I remembered talking to Arthur and then dozing off in my chamber.

"For quite long actually. Your mother and sister came to see you. Morgana did too. Did you have a bad dream? You were shuffling a lot, my lady." She said with concern.

"Yes, but it was more of a strange dream than a bad one." My mind then concentrated on what the woman had told me: changes in my life and learning life lessons. Yes, it did frighten me a bit because I had no idea who she was or what was in store for me in Camelot. I wondered if it was a good idea to tell Gwen about the dream. That's when I remembered about the hatred for magic around here.

"She'll think you're mad, communicating with a sorceress through your dreams like that." I got up from the bed and headed towards the table where a bowl of green soup and some fruit were placed. I sat down and dug in.

"How has been Camelot been treating you, my lady?" Gwen asked.

"Nicely. I like it here." I took a small bite into the bread.

"I'm glad," she wiped her hands on her stained apron she had tied around her tiny waist. "Have you heard of the jousting tournament taking place today?"

I turned my gaze to her in curiosity. "No. Who will be participating?"

"Your brother Jasper, a few of the knights and Prince Arthur too."

"Though I think jousting is dangerous, I'll be there to watch."

"Participating is seen as a sign of bravery," Gwen told me. In my eyes, jousting was nothing but a way to get yourself hurt. "I must head back to the kitchen, my lady. Eat well." She smiled and left my chamber.

Once I was finished eating, I wanted to head down to the courtyard. I dressed myself in a gown which I randomly picked out and neatened my hair a little.

When I reached the courtyard there was a huge commotion. There were knights on horses, others scurrying around and armour being polished. I noticed Merlin was carrying helmets and almost tripped over himself. When I finally spotted Jasper, I headed straight to him.

"El, you alright? Sorry I couldn't see you last night." He was now looking down at me and looked really tall because he had mounted his horse.

"If somebody asks me if I'm alright one more time, I think I won't be alright." I joked.

He laughed. "Sorry again. Are you here to see your amazing brother joust?"

"Do I smell arrogance?"

"That must be the smell of victory." A wide grin spread across his face.

"Jasper, do be careful. I don't see what's so brave about jousting."

He sighed before responding. "I must show that I am not a coward. I am neither frightened nor intimidated at all anyway."

"Good luck then." I walked towards Merlin, who was polishing Arthur's boots. Arthur was telling him off about something.

"Merlin you fool, my left boot isn't shiny yet." He pointed out.

"It looks shiny." I mentioned. They both turned around, almost surprised to see me.

"Hello, Eleanor." Merlin smiled. I smiled back.

"My boot, Merlin," Arthur pointed to his already polished boots. Merlin went back to scrubbing them. "Eleanor, here to see the jousting tournament?"

"Yes, I am," I told him. I looked down at Merlin. "You make Merlin work so hard." Merlin sighed but he kept his mouth shut.

"Servants are servants. And I'm glad you will be present." Morgana was right, he did seem arrogant.

"I shall see you on the jousting field then." His face seemed to have lightened.

I decided I wanted to get out of Arthur's way before he would probably start bragging about himself and his skills. I began to search for my sister. As I wondered about, a few of the knights fixated their gaze on me. They would whisper something to one another and then gaze at me once again. I started to feel uncomfortable. At last, I saw Ida talking to my mother. I quickened my pace.

When I reached her, she seemed to be laughing about something. "Not even I could do that." She grinned.

"Do what?" I said, puzzled.

"Make all the knight's go crazy. Couldn't you tell?" I turned my head around to find a knight looking at me and then quickly darting his stare somewhere else. I turned bright red and Ida picked up on it. I guess I wasn't used to so much male attention. "I really have a beautiful sister!" She chuckled.

We were interrupted when we noticed people were now approaching the jousting field. The tournament was about to begin. My mother led the way and my sister and I followed her. When we reached the field, many large tents circled the area. Knights walked in and out of them, heavily protected by shiny armour and their enormous shields.

Our seats were beside King Uther and Morgana. She greeted me and I sat next to her. There were hundreds of people seated to see the tournament and even more were arriving. Excitement and the sound of cheers started to fill the air as the knights were mounting their horses.

Soon enough, the jousting began. The first two knights were up; both of them on both ends of the field.

"That one," Morgana pointed to the knight on the left side of the field. "That's Gwaine. He's very good at jousting." I recognised him; it was the knight Ida had flirted with on the first night.

Once the first two knights had jousted and pretty much gotten hurt, another two knights stepped up. Morgana would make sure I knew everyone's names. Almost by the end of the tournament, I now knew the name of most of the knights: Percival, Leon, Lancelot, and Elyan.

Joust after joust, fall after fall, eventually the number of competitors decreased as one was knocked out each round. Eventually, it was the final round. Jasper made it to the semi-finals but was knocked out. All I cared about was that he wasn't seriously hurt.

It was Arthur's turn now. I observed the crowd and their cheers and claps became louder. Uther had a smile planted upon his face. He was up against a knight from a different kingdom. He was much bigger than the Prince.

"His opponent is huge." I mentioned. Morgana simply nodded in agreement.

And off they went; it seemed like it was all in slow motion. As they approached closer to one another, Arthur was hit by his opponent. Some let out gasps, others clapped. Uther shot out of his seat. However, Arthur hadn't fallen off his horse yet. He straightened himself up and positioned his joust.

Once again, they closed in on each other but this time, Arthur was completely thrown off from his horse. His opponent's joust hit him hard right in his chest. Most of the crowd gasped in shock. Arthur was lying on the floor, clenching his chest in pain.

Uther panicked and ordered the knights to check on Arthur, who was still lying on the floor. Merlin hurried behind them. Morgana got up from her seat and I followed her, not really knowing what we were going to do.

As people hurried to aid Arthur, his opponent was content with himself. Spectators roared in happiness over their new champion.

Morgana and I stopped in our tracks when the knights carrying Arthur into a large tent rushed past us. Morgana turned to look at me and I could sense her worry. Uther hurried past us and entered the tent. I decided to enter the tent as well.

I walked through the slit opening of the tent to find Arthur sprawled on the floor. He seemed to be falling in and out of consciousness.

"Merlin, get some water. And some bandages. Hurry." Gaius ordered. Merlin nudged past us.

"Gaius, will he be alright?" Uther asked, clearly very concerned about Arthur's state.

Gaius removed his chest plate and ripped his shirt. He then pointed to the large wound discharging blood. "Well, there's a puncture wound on his chest. And his arm is bruised. We need to keep him awake, sire."

"Do everything you can, Gaius."

Gaius started to apply a thick looking ointment. The wound was so bad that Morgana squirmed in disgust. My eyes remained glued onto his bleeding chest.

"Morgana and Eleanor, I think it is better for you both not to be present at the moment. " Uther said, clearly looking disturbed too by the amount of blood.

"I think we should do as Uther says." I held onto Morgana's arms and I led her out of the tent. At the same time, Merlin entered with a handful of bandages, bottled stuff and some water.

"Oh my lord, what if he dies?" Morgana's face fell into her hands.

"Don't say such a thing, Morgana. Gaius is a physician; he knows what he's doing. Arthur will be fine. " I said, trying to comfort her. However, not even I could convince myself of that.

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It was pitch-dark already and neither I nor Morgana knew about Arthur's health and whether or not he was okay. After leaving the tent, we decided it was best if we got out of the way and stayed in the castle until we received any information. Morgana resorted to wait until tomorrow and head to her chamber, as she was already sleepy. I on the other hand didn't feel the need to sleep at all.

It felt like hours had gone by as I stood on the balcony, watching over Camelot's landscape while the cold wind rustled my hair. I tried lying on my bed but my eyes weren't planning on closing anytime soon. My headaches started to kick in and I knew there was no chance I was going to doze off well tonight.

"Gaius, you better have something for me to take." I thought. I decided to head to his chamber, not even knowing if he was going to be awake or not.

I knocked gently on the wooden door and opened it slightly. The door made a rather squeaky sound as it opened. I squeezed my head through the small gap and peered in to check if there were any signs of life. "Hello? Gaius?" I whispered. All the candles in the room were out.

I cautiously tipped-toe into the chamber, making sure I didn't make any sudden movements. The moonlight that entered through the window didn't illuminate much of the room. Everywhere I looked, there were books piled on top of each other. I noticed the small bed which I had once occupied had a bump underneath the covers, a sign that somebody was there. I couldn't tell who it was but I assumed it to be Merlin.

"I think Gaius and Merlin are both asleep," I thought. "No sleep for you, El." My head was still pounding. There was no use; I had to come back the next morning. I turned around and stealthily tip-toed back to the door, only to be spotted.

"Eleanor, came to visit me?"

I immediately recognised the voice.

"Arthur?" I said in shock. "I came looking for Gaius." I walked over closer to him.

"Great to know you'd come visit me when I'm hurt." He laughed wheezily and then ended up coughing quite violently.

"Are you alright?" Automatically, I inched closer to the bed and crouched beside him.

"Pass me the water quickly," He almost struggled to say those words. I lifted the cup that sat on the nightstand and passed it to him but he was having difficulties manoeuvring it towards his mouth. I held the cup with his hand still cupped around it too and poured the water into his dry mouth. He swallowed the liquid and he looked relieved. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I smiled quickly.

"My father must be disappointed."

"About what?"

He let out a long sigh before responding. "I lost the jousting competition. Everybody will think I'm a coward."

There was a moment of silence before I replied. "You made it to the final. He's your father, he won't be disappointed."

"Then you don't know my father well enough." He shifted his head to face the wall and gazed at it.

"You cannot win all the time, Arthur."

"But with a father like Uther, I have no choice other than to win." Silence between us once again.

"How are you feeling? Is your wound better?" I asked him, trying to divert the topic of the conversation. He turned his head again to face me.

"Other than feeling weak, sweating like a monkey and my wound still bleeding a little, I'm fine I guess." He smiled.

I giggled. "Maybe it's better if I leave you. It's already late." I was lifting myself up from the cold floor when he suddenly grasps my wrist.

"Stay." He muttered. Obediently, I lowered myself back to my position. We were now looking eye to eye. I was looking into his blue eyes while he gazed into my sterling grey eyes. We didn't speak. We held the gaze until I nervously looked down at my legs. I didn't understand why he wanted me there.

"Arthur, I really should get going. I hope you get better."

"If you must. Goodnight, Eleanor." He smiled.

"Arthur, my wrist." He was still locking onto my wrist.

"Oh yes, sorry," He let go. "Goodnight."

I slowly left the room. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I hurried back to my chamber.

"What was that?" I asked myself as I closed the door to my chamber and then leaning against the door. I noticed my heart rate was starting to slow down. "Prince Arthur, making me nervous? No."

And that's what I tried convincing myself the whole time as I laid in my bed that night. He had no effect on me whatsoever. Or maybe I just didn't want to admit it. Or maybe I was just thinking too much.