Later that night in Cumberland, a witch in all black walked into the throne room at King Benedict's castle.

"Why have you not sent the assassins yet?

"Morgana, I told you that I have a plan."

"My sister is dead and they are all to blame," Morgana said.

"Your revenge will be realized, my lady."

"We will rule over Camelot. We will kill Uther and then we will make Arthur pay too."

"I am sending the assassins tomorrow night. Arthur is having a dinner for the knights that are arriving for the tournament. Uther will no doubt remain in his chambers. He cannot handle that his daughter betrayed him."

"Uther is a fool!" Morgana fumed.

"The assassins will make short work of those inept Camelot soldiers guarding Uther's chamber door… we will then take down that Arthur and attack Camelot." Benedict said.

"If we accomplish Uther and Arthur's death, I will take the throne next to you as your wife."

"Morgana Pendragon, you will be my wife." Benedict looked her up and down.

"I can hardly wait," she said as she walked away from him and smiled wickedly.

Rosilyn and Lancelot rode back to Camelot the next morning. They arrived, passing the training grounds and a lot of onlookers. Lancelot hopped of his horse, went over to Rosilyn and helped her down off her horse. Arthur walked over to Lancelot smiling.

"How was your journey?"Arthur asked.

"It was nice," Lancelot said.

Rosilyn then commented, "It was enlightening."

Arthur laughed and raised his eyebrow, "Enlightening. Well maybe you can enlighten us with your presence at dinner tonight if you and Lancelot didn't have anything planned. We will be greeting the knights that are coming here for the tournament."

"That sounds great," Rosilyn said. Arthur walked back to practice against Gwaine. "What do I do?" Rosilyn asked Lancelot.

"What's wrong, my lady?"

"The dresses are mostly everyday dresses, except the one I just wore to the feast the other night," Rosilyn stressed.

"Talk to Gwen. I am sure she can help. "

"I will. Will you excuse me, my knight?"

"My lady, do what you need and I will come by in a bit."Rosilyn leaned up and kissed Lancelot. Lancelot smiled at her. She hoped it was not a problem for her to kiss him in front of the others.

"I shall see you shortly, my knight."

Rosilyn ran up to Arthur. "My lord, do you happen to know where Guinevere is right now?"

"Guinevere is… where did she say…. Umm... I think…"

"She is at her cottage," Merlin said.

"She is at her cottage from what I recall," Arthur said. Merlin shook his head and laughed. "Leon, can you take Rosilyn to Guinevere's cottage."

"Yes, sire," Leon said seriously. Rosilyn walked with Leon toward the lower town.

"Sir Leon, are you in the tournament?"

"Yes, my lady." Leon responded.

"What do you do in your time off for fun?"

"I like to practice with my sword, practice lancing, and …oh…polish my armor."

"That's in your free time? Do you ever take a lady out?"

"Take her out where?" he said seriously.

"Court a lady?"

"I haven't been that lucky," Leon said.

"Well, you may need to go somewhere other than the armory and practice fields to meet them then. You are a Camelot knight, so I am sure there are many ladies who would love to spend time with you."

"Thank you, my lady." Leon paused, stopping and turning to look up at a small building beside them."Here is Guinevere's house."Rosilyn turned to look up at it.

Rosilyn knocked on the cottage door. Guinevere came to the door.

"Hello, Rosilyn!" she said smiling.

"I need help!" Rosilyn said as she ran into Gwen's cottage.

"You need a dress for tonight, don't you?"

"Yes."

"That is already taken care of." Gwen smiled. "There is a beautiful gown that is lying across your bed."

"You are a life saver, Gwen. Thank you!" Rosilyn hugged her.

"Arthur told me of the dinner last night, I knew you would need something nice. Are you going with Lancelot?" she grinned.

"I am."

"How are things with him?" Gwen asked.

"He kissed me! It was very nice." Rosilyn smiled "I didn't want him to stop. I know that sounds bad," she said shamefully. Gwen laughed.

"I just want to see Lancelot happy." Gwen said.

Rosilyn knew he was happy now, but what about when she left. She had to push that out of her head. Stay in the moment.

"I am so excited about the dress!"

"Let's walk to the castle so we can see how that dress fits you!"

Rosilyn was excited about her first public event with Lancelot. Her dress was an emerald green silk with laces all the way down the back and a plunging neckline in the front. She wanted to look just perfect for Lancelot. She sat in front of her mirror for an hour doing her hair. She wanted Gwen's opinion, so she went down the hall to where Gwen was getting ready. She knocked on the door. Gwen opened it a moment later. Rosilyn was wearing the dress that Morgana never wore because she wasn't fond of the king who bestowed it on her.

"Rosilyn, you look beautiful!" Gwen said. "I haven't put on my dress yet. Can you help me?"

"Of course I will! This dress is gorgeous, Gwen!" Rosilyn exclaimed, taking in Gwen's appearance. Gwen's dress was blue satin with laces up the front. She had already had her hair put up."Arthur will love it! I know I do."

Gwen looked in the mirror from all angles. "Are you thinking of staying in Camelot, Rosilyn?"

That wasn't a question Rosilyn wanted to answer. She just chose to take things one day at a time. She liked Lancelot a lot. She just didn't know if she could be out of her own timeline that long. She knew life in medieval times was a lot rougher than it was in her time. She wouldn't live a long life there. Gaius was good physician, but medications had changed drastically since then. If she chose to have a family, she could die during childbirth. What kind of life could she have here if she chose to stay? The sad thing was all these people she'd come to care about were dead in her time. She shook off that thought.

"I love it here, Gwen. I don't know though. It's so different where I am from."

"Here you have two men willing to do anything for you," Gwen laughed.

"Oh, Gwaine."

"I know he likes you. I could tell from the first time I saw him look at you."

"Maybe I should go back because there is too much here!" Rosilyn laughed.

"You don't have to worry, Gwaine is very honorable. He will flirt, but he won't come between you and Lancelot."

"I know he won't," Rosilyn said. She knew if he wanted to, Gwaine could have come between them that night at the tavern or in her chambers. "Gwen, can I tell you something?"

"Alright."

"I am glad I didn't have to choose between them. I didn't expect to like Gwaine. I just thought since it seemed Lancelot didn't care if I date… I mean, courted someone else, I would do it."

"Lancelot is really good at fighting his feelings. He always thinks he isn't worthy and someone else is," Gwen said.

"You seem to know a lot about him."

"We liked each other. He went away for awhile. When he came back I had been fighting feelings for Arthur. When he learned that… he stepped aside," Gwen said seriously.

"So, you're the one." Gwen looked down wringing her hands a bit.

"I did care for him, but I am sure Lancelot made the right choice for the two of us."

Rosilyn shook her head. He gave up the woman he cared about for his future king. Rosilyn felt a bit bad for Lancelot at this point. She now knew why he resisted so much. She had a full understanding. She had heard part of it from Merlin and part from Lancelot, but until Gwen had told her it hadn't sunk in.

Rosilyn smiled. "I should run before Lancelot thinks I ran away from the castle."

"Take care of him, Rosilyn," Gwen said.

"I will, Gwen."

On the way back to her chambers, Rosilyn, thought about everything that was said and fell in love with the idea of Lancelot in her life. How can you not fall for someone who is that devoted to you? I wonder if he will feel about me the way he felt about Gwen?

Rosilyn passed Gwaine and Percival in the hall.

"My lady, I am at a loss for words," Gwaine commented.

"He is always blabbering so that is a big deal!" Percival said.

"I wish I was your escort this evening. You may not have gotten away as unscathed as last time."

Rosilyn turned her head slightly to the side, still eyeing Gwaine, and smiled. She knew what he meant. She remembered the sparks that seemed to fly between them.

Gwaine bowed to Rosilyn and said, "My princess."

Rosilyn laughed and said, "My prince." Percival shook his head. Gwaine and Rosilyn continued walking away from each other but both turned to look at each other as they did. Rosilyn shook off the attraction. She thought Rosilyn control yourself… you don't need complications.

Rosilyn made it back to her room just in time to look in the mirror once more before there was a knock at the door. Lancelot had purple flowers in his hand.

"These are for you, my lady."

Lancelot leaned in to kiss Rosilyn lightly on the lips when suddenly Rosilyn's emotions overtook her and she pulled him tight to her and deepened the kiss. She was moved by his sacrifice for his king. It made her feel more for him. Lancelot seemed surprised at the intensity of her actions, but he was more than willing to make it the same on his end. They separated long enough for her to say, "If we leave now we will be too early. We need to be fashionably late." She giggled.

She walked Lancelot backwards until he was at her chair, urging him down in it, sitting down on his lap and kissing him again. Rosilyn would only take her lips from his to look deep into his eyes and run her hands through his lovely black hair. She caught her breath and said, "I wish you could stay with me tonight." Lancelot reached and pulled her close to him. As good as that sounded to Lancelot, he was a gentleman and knew Rosilyn's emotional state was mostly due to her fear and discomfort. She must have sought comfort from him because he was the one she felt closest to here in this time. Rosilyn stood up and took Lancelot's hand. "Let us go, my handsome knight."Lancelot looked at Rosilyn's wrist. She had a beautiful emerald and black bracelet on her wrist that Arthur had said Gwen could loan to Rosilyn from the vaults to match her dress.

"I live each day to look upon your face again, my lady."

"I live each day to feel your lips upon me, my knight."

Lancelot guided Rosilyn to the door. He closed the door behind her and they headed to the Great Room for dinner.