"Arthur we need to speak with you." Merlin spoke quietly, staring determinedly at the floor. Beside him, Gawain was doing the same. Arthur opened the door a little wider, allowing the pair of them to slip inside, before he bolted it shut again.
"What is it?" he asked shortly. In answer, Merlin held out a silver bracelet.
"This was found in the dungeons this morning sire, in the cell in which Gwen was held. I recognise it sire, Lancelot gave it to her."
Arthur's eyes flashed with rage. "Why are you telling me this!?"
"Because, sire," Merlin continued quickly, "I took it to Gaius, and he took one look at the runes around the edge and assured me that they are magic. A love spell."
Arthur looked at Merlin in horror. "You mean…"
"Gwen did nothing wrong, yes." Merlin nodded.
"Where is she?" Gawain asked.
"Next door. We had an…argument." Arthur's cheeks burned with shame and he looked away.
"We heard." Gawain said shortly, turning and walking into the sitting room, closing the door behind him.