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I stayed in Morgana's chamber for quite a while, comforting her, talking to her and making sure she forgot all about those dreams. I had to admit, I felt a little scared even though I wasn't the one experiencing them. However, I was having a bout of strange dreams myself. What if her dreams had something to do with mine? Did they have any connection? In the end, no matter how much I thought about it, I realised that our dreams really had nothing to do with each other whatsoever. "I sense dark magic." The cloaked woman's words echoed in my head several times.

"Eleanor?" Morgana called, startling me.

I shook my head and zoned out of my daydream, realising I was still in her chamber and that it was actually getting dark outside. "Sorry, what?"

She grinned. "You've been staring out of the window for a while."

I guess I hadn't realised that I had been staring out of the window for so long. I was now debating with myself, wondering if I should tell Morgana about my dreams. I had no idea if it would make her feel even more frightened or if she'd feel a little more relieved. Then I thought about how much I trust her and the fact that she was willing to share her own experiences with me. I didn't want to keep them a secret from her any longer.

"Morgana… I've been having –"

But before I could even tell her, there was a knock on door. The door opened and revealed an exuberant Gwen, who was sweating quite a lot. "Morgana and Eleanor," She bowed and gazed at us both. "Uther has summoned you both for the feast."

"A feast? Whatever may be the reason?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, Eleanor. I think Uther wants everybody to eat together for once."

I nodded and Gwen bowed once more before eventually closing the door behind her, most likely heading to the kitchens to prepare food.

"Well then, we don't want to keep Uther waiting." Morgana grinned, clearly happier now. She walked over to me and locked her arm with mine, just like Ida would normally do. I felt like Morgana was not a friend anymore but was more like a sister.

Once we reached the huge dining hall, the doors were already wide open. Many of Uther's advisors and close friends sat at the table, including the king himself and his son of course, Arthur. The clanging of cutlery against plates stopped as everybody put down their forks to look at who had entered the room.

"Finally, you have both arrived," Uther grinned, sipping wine from his goblet. "Take your seats." He told us. Morgana quickly unlocked her arm from mine and headed straight to the spare seat beside Uther. And of course, the only seat left was beside Arthur. He grinned stupidly at me from afar, as if it was all planned.

"How typical." I thought inwardly as I wandered over to the seat. A servant quickly rushed over to my side, pulling out the seat for me before I could even touch the chair. "Thank you." I smiled to the servant. I glanced at Morgana quickly, who was now smirking at me. Her intentions were blatant; I was seated next to the Prince and it was clearly very amusing to her. I already had Merlin teasing me and I didn't need Morgana to tease me now.

As soon as Morgana and I had settled into our seats, the sounds of forks scratching against plates and goblets clanging against each other resumed once again. Everybody was back to chitchatting, laughing and eating. There was already food placed on my plate; lamb it seemed, surrounded by a few potatoes and coated with a weird looking sauce. I wasn't so sure if I was even hungry. After only two mouthfuls of food, I began fiddling and poking with the meat, gazing at the plate as I did so.

"You're never hungry, are you?" The Prince questioned.

"Not really." I told him, continuing to prod the food left on my plate to turn cold.

"Is something wrong? I can't help but think you're upset about something." He looked at me, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Nothing is wrong; I can assure you of that." I faked smiled at him, hoping the Prince would notice I wasn't upset about anything, although maybe I was.

"Well, I'm glad to hear then," He smiled. "I thought maybe you were and I was thinking about it all day."

"You were?" I asked him, bemused.

"Yes." He poked one of the potatoes on his plate with a fork and shoved it into his mouth.

"I never knew you cared so much." I joked. I didn't really understand why he would.

"I never knew you would kiss me on the cheek." He grinned, making me turn bright red as I relived that moment in my head. Oh god, he didn't seriously just bring that up, did he? But then again, he was just another arrogant Prince. For some strange reason, I darted my head in both directions, making sure nobody had heard what he had blurted out.

I gave out a rather awkward laugh. "I like to surprise," I joked, really hoping the conversation would divert somewhere else. "Your food," I pointed at the meat still lingering on his plate. "It's, uh, going to get cold. Eat up."

"I prefer to talk to you. The food can wait." He grinned, his smile making me melt a little inside.

"No, I must stop," I told myself inwardly. "No. Concentrate on the food, El." What on Earth was happening to me?

"I presume you use that with every woman you meet?" I sipped some wine from my goblet, trying to look merely affected by his compliment. He raised an eyebrow at my bluntness.

"Actually, I do not," He seemed slightly offended which amused me, I had to admit. "You know, I've never met a Princess like you." He laughed, still looking quite surprised.

"Well, now you have." I giggled, sipping wine from the goblet once more.

"I'm glad."

Suddenly, the loud commotion in the room began to quieten down. Everybody was gazing at something. I looked back and through the dining room doors entered a man. I looked in awe. I had to pinch myself to check if it really was happening. Yes, he really was standing by the doorway of the hall. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be really happening. Everybody stopped and stared while he smiled at me from a distance. He was really here.

"Jasper!" I yelled, instantly jumping from my seat and running towards him. I threw myself over him in excitement which resulted in him jolting back as we shared a hug. "I can't believe you're here." I smiled wide. He was tangible and he was breathing, meaning I wasn't daydreaming and that this was actually happening.

"I'm here, El." He smiled and once more, I hugged my older brother.

"Jasper," Uther immediately stood up from his seat, looking as shocked as I initially was. "What brings you to Camelot so late in the evening?"

He looked down at me before answering the king. "I have been missing my sister a lot, sire," He placed is hands on my shoulders for a few brief moments. "I didn't want to wait until dawn so I decided to come earlier."

The king grinned. "You have come alone?" He asked.

"Yes, sire." He answered.

"Get one more chair for Prince Jasper immediately," The king ordered one of the servants who scurried away in search of another seat. "It is a great pleasure to have you back. Eleanor has been kept completely safe under Camelot's watch."

"And for that, my family is more than grateful, sire," The servant scurried back into the room, placing the seat just opposite Arthur. Everybody watched as Jasper sat himself on the chair. I too went to sit on my seat next to Arthur once again. "Arthur, how very nice to see you." He stretched out his hand and both men shook hands in a brotherly way.

"The same could be said to you, Jasper."

"I can't believe you're really here." I beamed, still not quite believing we were seated in the same room. At that moment, a servant arrived by his side and laid down a plate and cutlery in front of him. Everybody resumed to what they were doing.

"I needed to see you, El." He smiled.

"I'm certain Eleanor has been missing you a lot." Arthur added.

"Yes, I really have, you cannot imagine." I smiled back at my brother.

0000

The feast had finally ended and everybody was now returning to their chambers after a long night. I on the other hand was desperate to talk to Jasper. Something about his arrival didn't really add up. Why would have he arrived alone?

When I had reached the guest chambers, I knocked on the door. Loud footsteps started to near the door until eventually Jasper opened it, smiling once he saw me. "Eleanor, aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

"Yes," I barged past him and entered his room. He then closed the door behind him. "Now tell me why you're really here." I crossed my arms and glared at him. He looked taken aback.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused. "I've been missing you a lot, that's all. Everybody at home has."

I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that something was still fishy. "You expect me to believe that, Jasper?"

He sighed. "It's true," I glared even harder at him. "But maybe there are other reasons as to why I'm here."

"I knew it. Now will you tell me?"

He paused for a moment, almost reluctant to tell me the truth. "Things in Darcia have… worsened." He lowered his head.

"What do you mean? What's been happening?" I asked. I was beginning to panic a little.

He sighed once more, this time even longer. "Father believes that whoever is after you knows that you're in Camelot."

My heart dropped. "But how?"

"There was another note… Father thought it was best if I came to Camelot to protect you."

Fear rushed through my veins. "What did it say?"

"I think it said something about knowing where you are… And the fact that they have an urge to harm you."

"What!?" I yelped a little too loud.

"Eleanor, don't shout," He scowled. "The person who wrote the note never actually mentioned you being in Camelot. Maybe this is just some sort of evil scam to bring you out of hiding."

"Shouldn't we be telling Uther about this?"

"I will tomorrow," I watched him as he went behind a screen and started to remove his clothes. "Now, don't you think it's time to go to sleep?" He said from behind the screen.

"Fine." I sulked, leaving his chamber and heading straight to mine.

As I strolled through the corridors, all I thought about was what was going to happen to me. Now I felt even more threatened and less safe being in Camelot. "Why me?" I groaned inwardly.

0000

It was early in the morning and Jasper made sure to wake me up, which put me straight into a bad mood. I knew I had to wake up because he was planning on telling Uther about the threat looming over Darcia, though I didn't understand why I had to be present during the meeting. But then again, Jasper was older than me, so I had to do as he said. Once I was all dressed up and looking appropriate, we headed straight to the council chambers, where we found Uther discussing something with his son.

"Sire," Jasper called, instantly causing the king and Arthur to look up. "I'm afraid I have unsettling news regarding Eleanor's kidnapper."

"What has happened?" Uther asked, looking unsettled.

"I believe that the kidnapper might be aware of Eleanor's whereabouts. Sire, we must be more careful."

Uther looked at his son for a moment and then placed his hand on his chin, thinking about something. There was silence for a few brief moments. "Make sure she does not leave castle grounds unattended. We must lengthen the guard's nightshifts."

"I agree, sire." Jasper obviously agreed and I obviously could do nothing about it.

"Who is to escort Eleanor if she is to leave castle grounds, father?" Arthur intervened. Great, now I can't go anywhere without somebody having to spy on me. I was beginning to feel like a little girl but I knew that what had to be done, had to be done.

"One of the guards. They must be available at all times." The king ordered.

"Father, I don't think most guards are always available," He looked up at Jasper and I. "I should escort her. I'm sure Jasper would agree." Oh, and then there was me thinking he was getting rid of the idea of having a bodyguard. Instead, I was most likely going to have to tolerate Arthur watching me all the time.

"I think Arthur has a point, sire." My brother agreed with The Prince, of course.

"I don't think this is necessary." I intervened.

"It is more than necessary, Eleanor," Uther glared at me. "I vowed to your father that I, as king, would protect you while you are in Camelot," I sighed in defeat. I didn't dare speak more. "Arthur, make sure she stays safe." He patted Arthur on the back and he nodded in agreement. I glowered slightly as Arthur and I shared a glance. I was annoyed, to say the least. I was beginning to feel like I had no freedom at all.

0000

As the Prince lay in is bed, staring at the bed's red canopy above him with his arms behind his head, his mind wandered off. What he was beginning to feel wasn't normal; at least to him it wasn't. He couldn't help but think that Eleanor felt some sort of resentment towards him and he was eager to change that. Now that he was her guard for the meantime, it meant he had to protect her and watch over her, meaning he could gain some more time with the girl who had intrigued him since day one.

Clang. Immediately, Arthur turned his head to the noise's source. The noise was sudden and he perched his ears in order to hear anything else. Nothing. It couldn't be a good thing. Slowly, without alarming the person who was in the corridor, the Prince got out of his bed and tiptoed every so quietly towards his sword. He grabbed it and began approaching the door. He got hold of the door's handle and gently opened it.

Once he was exposed to the cold air, the hair all over his body rose. "Who's there?" He whispered, looking in both directions. It was dark enough for hardly anything to be seen. A draft had most likely blown out all the candles. He grabbed tightly onto the sword's grip, making sure the sword was positioned in front of him at all times. He could hear something clanging against metal and instantly, he knew where the sound was coming from. He continued to tiptoe as he followed the sound and prepared himself to fight off whoever it was.

Suddenly, he saw something move ever so slightly just at the end of the corridor. At last, he had cornered them. He pointed his sword at the shadowy figure as he slowly approached them.

"Ah!" The figure gave out a shriek as it acknowledged Arthur's presence and the Prince jumped.

"Eleanor?" He said, bemused.

"You scared me." Arthur recognised Eleanor's voice and immediately lowered his sword.

"What are you doing…? Alone? In the corridors?" He questioned.

"I… Accidentally made one of the candelabras fall. I was just positioning it. I, um, was arriving back from Morgana's chamber." She avoided his stare. And she didn't have a clue where to look at, considering the Prince was shirtless.

At first the Prince raised an eyebrow at her but he sensed truth in her words. "I don't think it's a good idea to walk alone in these corridors." He advised her.

The candles which were once stuck onto the candelabra were now scattered on the floor. Eleanor went down on her knees and grabbed them one by one. "Let me help." Arthur offered, dropping his sword by his side and grabbing a few of the candles as well and placing them onto the candelabra. Intentionally, the Prince reached out for the last candle at the same time Eleanor went to grab it, there hands now touching one another as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Thank you," Eleanor was quick to divert her look and remove her hand from his warm touch, placing the last candle on the candelabra. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you." She grinned, embarrassed slightly. She was still having trouble figuring out where to look.

"It's fine, Eleanor," He reassured, grabbing his sword from the floor. The sound of her name sounded nice in his ears. "At least you are safe."

The young Princess smiled at him before turning away and walking away from him. He smiled back and watched her every move as she disappeared. But before her face vanished into the dark, she looked back quickly, glancing at the Prince once more.

The Prince, now left alone in the darkness of the corridor with his feet beginning to tingle from the cold, decided to head back to his chamber again. Once he did, he put the sword back into its place and clambered under the covers of his bed. Once again, he laid in his bed, staring at the canopy above him, his thoughts constantly on her. If only they both knew that the glance they had just shared would eventually turn into something much, much bigger.

It's been hardly a moment,
And you are already missed.


A/N: Disclaimer: The song lyrics are from 'Oh, It Is Love' by Hellogoodbye. I do not own the song.

Did you like this chapter? I really hope so. I'm sort of having a little bit of writer's block at the moment but I'm sure it won't last long. No worries. :) Nothing much really happened in this chapter, but the drama will begin later. Was I too soppy towards the end with the whole Eleanor and Arthur thing? Hahaha. Anyway, don't forget to review because I love reading them.

Until next time.