Summary: Anwyll is miraculously recovered but Prince John has a job for Guy

Guy had heard none of Prince John's conversation with Anne after he'd left. But he'd heard the tears. He'd heard the screams, the praying and the constant movement of her fear.

He feared for her. He had seen him ogling throughout his stay, making silent threats. And she had done nothing. She simply let him walk over her. What could change someone so much?

He waited for her and the child the next morning, praying for her sake he was well.

Slowly, the hours went by. He could see John's impatience growing. He wanted her to fail. He could see it. The way he laughed every time walked past.

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She didn't trust herself.

She was tired and spent but she still prayed. She hadn't moved all morning. She couldn't lose him. He had said enough to make her fear if she lost his message.

His eyelids were the first to open. Slowly his big blue eyes came into view. His pale mouth opened to take in a long sustained breathe as she watched and cried.

"Thank you,"

She still had to take him down. She had been brought some clothes from the servants for when he should wake. Now she could dress him, wash him, brush his lovely chessnut hair and slowly but surely, walk him down the corridors to the courtyard where he jumped from her arms, delighted by the freedom he had to run around in. As if a proud mother, she could but stand there.

No one spoke. They were aghast. A miracle had happened. And none of them knew how.

As she spent her afternoon playing with him, helping him climb trees and telling him stories while fighting with sticks, she could feel a glare on her. It unnerved her but it felt god. Like it belonged on her.

He came down to her as she picked Anwyll in her arms and swung him round.

"A word,"

Reluctantly she let him down and walked with Guy to a corner.

"What did you do to him?"

"I tried some mixtures I hadn't before,"

He just stared at her. He didn't trust her, but he didn't say.

"Don't do anything foolish. I don't want to lost,"

"Pardon?"

"Anne, Anne!"

She turned to see Anwyll running away from Prince John. She pulled him into her arms as John swaggered over to her and Guy.

"Ah, happy families. Ad who are you Guy? Leave us,"

She stared at him, willing him not to leave. He instead went to the tree where he watched and heard;

"I see the boy is well,"

"He is,"

"Oh don't be so coy. Tell me, what did you do?"

"Prayed,"

He laughed at her. He didn't believe her but she didn't expect him to.

"Come come, I know you witch," he started to walk away before turning pack.

"I expect him to talk. Tomorrow, I want him."

"But sire ..."

"I insist. You can leave him with Guy tomorrow."

She would not.

She would never.

She didn't know this child but she loved him enough to know he had to see Robin. He had something to say. Something so powerful he wouldn't speak English to anyone else.

She had to get him out.

Sorry about the delay but I've got lots of concerts on at the moment so updates won't be nearly as ready but these should do for the moment.

Please can I get some more reviews. I'm unsure on some things but I need to say whether anything is drastically bad. I'm a nag I know but I'm fussy. I want this to be good.