The first thing that Isabella noticed was an uncomfortable feeling in her side, and the piercing pain that ran down it as she shifted slightly. Her bright blue eyes flickered open after a few moments, and she had to blink a few times before her eyes adjusted to her surroundings; she was in her bedchambers, and her body felt sore and numb. She let out soft groan and moved both of her hands to brush her hair out of her face, and felt a rush of panic sweep over her; she couldn't move one of her hands! Her eyes darted down towards the said hand, breathing out a small sigh of relief at the familiar mop of blonde hair that currently covered her hand. The King's breathing was steady as he slept, yet no doubt the position would be rather painful upon his neck. She couldn't help but wonder how long he had been there. "Arthur?" She murmered, moving her free hand to shake his shoulder slightly, yet she soon regretted it as she stabbing pain in her side returned. Arthur stirred and moved his eyes, blinking a few times before he sat upright as he remembered where he was. Both set of blue eyes fixed upon the others faces, almost willing the other one to speak first. Instead, Arthur shifted onto the side of the bed to pull her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head he did so, relief sweeping through his body. Isabella fought back the urge to wince, and instead wrapped one of her arms back around him; she couldn't remember the last time that she had been properly hugged.

"This is nice and all, but it's rather painful for me." She murmered, noting how croaky her voice sounded as she spoke. Arthur chuckled quietly and pulled back. "Of course, how are you feeling?" He asked quietly, concern etching his features. "Like I've been shot." Isabella retorted. Arthur chuckled once more before he called out for Merlin to fetch Gaius, which caused Isabella to roll her eyes as she sat herself up into a full sitting position, wincing as she did so. "How long have I been in bed?" She asked, her eyes falling upon his face once more. "9 days. You had us all worried you weren't going to make it." Arthur murmered, although it sounded more like a whisper. The two of them fell into a silence for a few more moments, surely this shouldn't have been as awkward as it was? "My mother would have yelled at me for being reckless, but I have a feeling your not going to do that." Isabella stated with a soft smile, that was soon returned with a small chuckle from her father. "I think it would be a bit hypocritical of me to do so, seeing as though I'm pretty sure that's a trait you inherited from me." Arthur replied quietly before the two of them fell into silence once more.

A few moments later, Gaius entered the room, closely followed my Merlin and then Gwaine, whose face looked as distraught as the last time she had seen it. She forced a small smile in his direction, which for once was not returned, and instead averted her gaze up towards Gaius. As far as she was aware, she had not met him, yet he seemed oddly familiar, something which the old man seemed to pick up on as he headed towards the side of the bed, where Arthur had just been before he had moved out of the way. "When you were a child, I was always bandaging up your knees or your arms from your adventures, as you liked to call them." He stated gently, as Isabella pulled up her sleep shirt to reveal some rather bloody bandages, she was thankful that she wasn't squeamish or she was sure that she would have passed out as Gaius began to undo them. "Your adventures pretty much consisted of rescuing cats from trees and breaking up fights between other children." Arthur mused, an amused look crossing over his face as he glanced towards his daughter. Isabella simply rolled her eyes slightly and stayed silent. Once the bloody bandages were off, Gaius appplied some ointment to the wound, wrapped it up in fresh bandages and left her a poiton to kill the pain with strict instructions not to take all of it at once. Isabella fought back the urge to roll her eyes and instead simply murmered a thanks and left the room with Merlin who flashed her a smile as he headed out. Arthur's eyes now flickered between Isabella and Gwaine before he cleared his throat slightly. "I'll leave you both too it, I'll be back later. Gwaine, don't let her get out of bed." He stated, before he turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, almost as if he expected her to protest, but right now she didn't have the energy, so simply nodded in response and took a mouthful of her potion.

She watched as he headed out of the room and then glanced towards Gwaine, who was staring at her rather intently. "What were you thinking? You could have died." He snapped after a few moments. Isabella flinched slightly at the sound of his voice and crossed her legs as she attempted to sit up more, although she made sure that the covers of the bed were still covering her. "You would think that you would be a little more grateful that I saved your life!" She resorted, her eyes narrowing towards him - that was the last time that she bothered trying to save a Knight's life, how ungrateful! "I would not have been grateful if you died! You risked your own life, a princess, to save the life of a knight!" He hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he let out a small sigh and perched himself on the end of her bed, so that he was facing her. "Everyone's talking about it, not everyone of royalty would willingly get shot to save the life of a knight, other than perhaps Arthur. Your more like him than you think. I'm glad your okay, even if you are a reckless idiot, but nothing's changed there." He stated, a soft smile coming to his face before he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Love you, princess." Gwaine whispered against her skin, he didn't need an answer, even as kids she had barely responded when he told her that he loved her, yet he had always known. Isabella simply closed her eyes, a tiny smile on her lips, and for the moment, she forgot everything that was troubling her, although it seemed typical that it would only last for a few seconds as Arthur burst through the door, the smile that had been there not half an hour ago completely faded from the man's face. "Caerleon's on his way, he'll be here in a few days. Says he has a proposition for both you and me." He stated. It was no secret that Arthur disliked Caerleon; he had even before Isabella's mother Lady Grace had married him, although he couldn't deny that made him dislike him more. And by the way that Isabella's face had fallen, he had a feeling that she felt the same.