A/N: Sorry for the wait on updating. Here is Chapter 4. Enjoy.

Mithian slowly got out of bed and walked over to the table where a sleeping Morgana lied. She carefully replaces the key with a piece of straw.

The princess dashed to the door, unlocked it and ran.

She was almost to Arthur's chambers when she was pulled back by Morgana.

"Looking for someone?" Morgana seethed.

"No, I was just-," Mithian pleaded as she attempted to form an excuse.

Morgana's eye's glowed a rustic gold, and instantly the princess's bracelet began to glow red hot and burn into her skin

Mithian let put a small scream in attempt to be rid of the pain.

"Do you really imagine you could go to Arthur behind my back?" Morgana questioned.

"You're mistaken. I-I was just-" Mithian stammered.

"If you betray me again I'll bury your father alive. Understand?" the witch threatened.

"Yes. Yes, please make it stop" Mithian begged.

At that moment the Queen of Camelot approached them. "Is everything alright?"

Morgana stopped the burning and wrapped her arms around Mithian. "Get up. Slowly," She turned to face Gwen. "The princess was feeling a little faint that's all. We were just getting some air."

Guinevere studied the two for a moment. "Well, I hope you're feeling better now."

Mithian nodded. "Much better. Thank you."

"We won't detain you any further, My Lady. Good night," Morgana quickly dismissed.

"Good night. Sleep well," the queen replied before turning back the way she came.

Merlin walked into the armoury with his satchel of supplies over his shoulder and bedroll under his arm. He quickly spotted Arthur, who was about exit. "Arthur, wait."

Arthur turned around and looked at the Court Sorcerer. "What is it?"

"This mission, sire-" Merlin began only to be cut off.

Arthur stopped him right there and finished his sentence. "It's too dangerous so I shouldn't go."

Merlin stared at the king as if he had grown a third eye. "Yeah, you were thinking the same thing?"

"No, I'm thinking that's exactly what you always say, but here I am. Two legs, two arms, my own teeth," Arthur said with a sarcastic smile.

"I've got a funny feeling that there is something we're missing. Something we don't know?" Merlin informed.

Arthur had learned he had to trust his former servants funny feelings, given the position of power he had given him. "But you can't say what exactly."

"No," Merlin admitted

"No," Arthur repeated.

"Maybe we should delay the mission? Until we have all the facts at our disposal," Merlin suggested.

"Fine. Oh, do you want to tell Princess Mithian that we decided to let her father die because you have a funny feeling?" Arthur said , his voiced laced with sarcasm and criticism.

"No, just talk to Mithian without Hilda. She's holding something back. Hilda might be stopping her," Merlin insisted.

Arthur agrees to speak to Mithian alone once they stop to rest the horses.

Merlin helped Mithian off her horse and noticed the burn on her wrist. "How did you get that?"

"I...I was bound by Odin's men before I escaped," Mithian stated.

Merlin looked at Mithian. The burn on her wrist was way to fresh to be from several days ago. It was also not caused by ropes or chains. But one glance over at Hilda told him not to push the matter in front of her.

"I'm sorry? I didn't realize that," Merlin apologized.

"It's a very painful memory," Hilda said as she came up next to Mithian. "I'm sure she'd rather not dwell on it.

Merlin nodded. "Of course. I understand."

A/N: My Granny is still alive for now, but it is only a matter of time before she goes. For the past three days she has been looking at a picture of PeePaw (her husband, my grandfather) saying she need to "Go". PeePaw died about ten or so years before I was born. She won't be here for much longer.