Hi there readers! Can I just say thank you to all the lovely people that have been reviewing and putting this on Story Alert. It just means so much *teary eyes*. Ok, enough with the being dramatic. Story time!

"So Merlin is a sorcerer?"

"Yes. No. Maybe!"

"Gaius! Is he a sorcerer or not!"

"No."

"But I saw him use magic, I-"

"I didn't say he didn't have magic. I said he wasn't a sorcerer."

"Well if he's not a sorcerer and he's been practising magic, what is he?"

"He's a warlock. There's a difference. He doesn't practise magic, but he was born with it. But you mustn't tell anyone about this Gwen. Do you promise me?"

"Of course. I won't tell a soul." promised Gwen, her voice sincere.

Gaius breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, because if Arthur were to find out that Merlin has-"

The physician was cut off when the door suddenly flew open and Arthur strode into the room, Merlin behind him.

Arthur looked curious. "Merlin has what, Gaius?" he asked.

Gaius frantically searched for a better excuse than the one he had in mind. Please don't say it, please don't say it, he told himself.

"Um... That Merlin has been spending far too much time at the tavern, sire."

Too late.

Gaius mentally kicked himself. He would not hear the end of this later. Merlin was already glaring daggers at him over Arthur's shoulder.

Arthur gave a small laugh. "Yes, I think you're right there." he said. "But if you don't mind, I would like to speak to Guinevere privately."

"Of course, sire."

Gaius left the room, Merlin following him. As the door swung shut, Gwen swore she could hear the young warlock muttering.

"Honestly Gaius! What is it with you using the tavern excuse every single time?"

Gwen giggled, but her face became solemn again when Arthur sat down next to her.

"Nice to see you again Guinevere."

"You too, Arthur."

There was an awkward silence.

"Um... You wanted to talk about something?" Gwen prompted.

"Huh... Oh, yes. I've reached a decision, Guinevere. I can't let you leave Camelot again, not after you were attacked. You may remain living in Camelot."

Gwen smiled, taking the young king's hands in her own. "I am grateful Arthur," she said softly, "but I don't know if I can stay here after what I did."

Arthur closed his eyes. "No Guinevere. I can't let you leave unprotected. I couldn't bear it if any harm came to you again."

He opened his eyes to find Gwen gazing deeply into them. "Listen to me, Arthur Pendragon. It pains me to stay here. It makes it harder to let go of these emotions. The guilt, the sadness, the pain, the... the... feelings I had for you."

The last few words hurt Arthur so badly. Had? Did she not love him still? But then, why would she? Why was he still in love with her anyway, after her betrayal?

And yet he couldn't help himself. Gwen was so beautiful, with her dark skin and hair contrasting perfectly, her chocolate brown eyes filled with warmth and compassion. He leaned in a little closer.

"Please Guinevere. I am begging you to stay. It's been torture without you here." he whispered

Gwen also leaned closer. "It's been the same for me too."

Suddenly, their lips met, and Arthur felt his heart soar. He had forgotten how good this felt. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and in turn Gwen put her arms around his neck. Arthur ran one hand through her soft black hair. He hadn't felt this happy in so long.

Meanwhile, in a hovel in the woods, Morgana smirked as she looked into a scrying font. She turned to her companion, who was casually sat in the corner, watching from underneath a forest green cloak.

"I think it's time to stir things up a little." said Morgana.

Her companion nodded. "I most certainly agree. I think some magic will be in order here."

Suddenly, the sound of hoof beats could be heard. Morgana rolled her eyes. "Oh great, here comes his lordship to leer at me again."

As soon as he stepped through the door, Agravaine began speaking. "My lady!" he exclaimed. "Have you heard that-"

"Yes, yes, we know Gwen's back in Camelot! And apparently she still has feelings for Arthur. My accomplice was about to do something when you burst in."

Agravaine bowed his head. "I'm sorry my lady. I don't believe I've met your friend."

The boy stepped out from the shadows, lowering his hood. Smiling, he held out his hand for Agravaine to shake.

"Hello." he said, "I'm Mordred."

Ha ha. I bet you weren't expecting that! Ok, maybe you were. Anyway, please review! TTFN!