As the sun rose low in the sky in the early hours of the morning Gwaine slowly edged his horse over the hill to see the view of Camelot from the road on the hill. He was still surprised that he was a knight there after Uther had recovered. Arthur had apparently defended their actions in, as he called it, Camelot's hour of need.

Coming back to the same place was surprisingly pleasant and comforting to him: he didn't have to wait to see his friend, Merlin, and the knights; he didn't get into brawls as often as he used to because he was able to give money for the drinks and gambled earnings he owed others; and he felt better than he had done in years. People looked pleased to see him in the streets for once which, to him, was a new feeling. He had a home now and things he was afraid to lose now and, even though that might make him feel worried sometimes, it was a good feeling to have in comparison to the ones in his old life.

He had to be a bit more careful with who he flirted, was connected and exchanged money with. IT was easier for them to track where he was now as a knight of Camelot. He shook his head as he thought about what he now was. The knowledge almost terrified him sometimes- he was what his father had been and he had influence in things he didn't want to because now people depended on him on things he didn't think he had any real authority on. Still he shouldn't be complaining.

Dismounting his horse at the northern gates of Camelot he pulled his horse through the early streets of Camelot where a few people were up and about setting up market. He made his way past the outer city houses to the middle of the castle and then turned right to the stables to put the horse back in its paddock. He walked up to his room, grabbed his knight's amour and descended the staircases and flirting with the occasional female servant as he went down.

As he was walking down the outside steps of the castle he caught a glimpse of dark hair.

"Merlin, my old friend!" he hollered as he saw the servant across the stone street. Merlin looked around and grinned broadly at his friend. "Have you missed me?" he asked as he drew closer and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Very much Gwaine," he said in his merry voice. "How was your last month? Busy?"

He laughed as they walked together towards the training grounds arms around each other's shoulder's in a friendly gesture. "Very busy Merlin," he replied hitting him almost hard in the square of his shoulder blades and almost making him drop Arthur's amour. "I've been seeing the damage to the villages by Cenred's men. It's going to take time but it looks hopeful."

Merlin nodded and they chatted all the way down to the grassy area where the others were practicing their fighting skills.

After a few hours or so the knights had gotten hungry and proceeded to make the move back to their castle quarters.

"So Princess," said Gwaine when Arthur turned up. "What've I missed this past month while I was away?"

Arthur looked at him and then gave the impression he was rolling his eyes at the other knight as he answered him. "Well, we rescued a girl in the forest the week after you left-"

"- A girl- Is she pretty?" he asked suggestively as he raised his eyebrows.

"-She's working for Gaius now, actually and Merlin's good friends with her," answered the prince ignoring the question even though he knew the charismatic man would take it that way. "Didn't he mention it to you?"

"No but he's got a lot on since he has to pamper to your every need my lord," he answered back cheekily and then jogged away to see Merlin, and as not to get kicked or hit by Arthur.

"How could you not tell me that there's a new girl working for Gaius?" he asked as he pushed servant a little to the side almost as a mock punishment for not telling him.

"Gaius' new assistant, you mean?" he replied as the other man ruffled his hair a little.

Gwaine stopped in the doorway for a bit and then moved inside to stop blocking the doorway. "Yes her."

Merlin thought for a moment and then said. "It slipped my mind."

Grinning, he patted his friend on the back. "Hopefully I will get to meet her then."

The other looked a little doubtful and said, "Maybe," and they walked back to their separate corridors.