Rosilyn awoke to find Lancelot seated at her side. He got up and kissed her lips.

"My lady. I have missed your smile."

" I've missed you too, Lancelot."

"I feel I failed to protect you," Lancelot said.

"You have never failed me. I dreamt you were there with me."

Rosilyn looked under her blanket and saw she was wearing a night gown. She pulled up her nightgown and saw the scratches and bruises.

"Uther? Is Uther alive? I tried to stop the bleeding."

"My lady, please rest," Lancelot pleaded.

"Uther?"

"He has died, my lady," Lancelot said softly.

"I don't remember much after they took me from Camelot." Rosilyn said softly.

"Gwaine tracked them down and rescued you."

"He did? Rosilyn asked.

"He rode ahead of us and got you to safety. He probably saved your life."

Would you like to see him?"

"Yes, please."

Lancelot said, "I will see if I can find him and then go get you something to eat."

Lancelot didn't have to look far; Gwaine was leaving his room to come check on Rosilyn.

"She's awake now. She doesn't seem to remember anything. I will get her food. Can you stay with her until I get back? I don't want to leave her alone yet."

"Of course, I will," he said as he walked to the door and opened it quietly.

Rosilyn saw Gwaine walk in. She sat up and smiled.

"My princess, you sure did scare me," he smiled touching her hand.

When he touched her hand she had a flash of memory of him over her whispering to her. "Prince rescues the princess… again" she whispered softly locking eyes with him. Gwaine at that point knew she had just remembered him being there.

"Your reward shall be a kiss from the princess." Rosilyn motioned him closer and closer to her until she was within inches of his lips; she then turned his face and kissed his cheek.

"The prince thinks he was greatly rewarded and thanks the princess." He laughs, his laughter quickly ceasing as he cried out, "Ouch!"

"What's wrong?"

"Your prince broke a bone or two, but not to worry princess… I've gotten worse in tavern brawls!"

The concern showed on Rosilyn's face. "Have you seen Gaius about your wound?"

"Not yet," Gwaine replied.

Lancelot walked in with a plate of food for Rosilyn, handing it to her. "Thank you, Sir Knight."

Gwaine didn't know how to talk to Rosilyn once Lancelot had returned. It was a bit awkward. He couldn't talk to her the way he had been. He couldn't call her his princess.

"I will go see Gaius now," Gwaine said, excusing his self quickly.

"Let me know what is wrong with you, okay?" Rosilyn smiled.

"I can save you a lot of time on that one. Everything!" he replied.

"That is not at all true," Rosilyn smiled, looking at him. Her eyes lit up. Watching their interaction, Lancelot realized that Rosilyn and Gwaine were much closer than he had thought.

Gwaine arrived at Gaius' door. Gaius was on his way out the door of his chambers.

"Sir Gwaine, how can I help you?"

"I seem to have suffered a minor bump on the floor of a cave," Gwaine said, raising his tunic up to show his chest.

"I will determine if it is minor. I first have to bring a draft to Sir Permore, and then I will come back and look at your bump!" Gaius laughed.

Gwaine was holding his ribs. Merlin noticed he seemed to be in a lot of pain.

"Rosilyn owes you her life," Merlin said.

"She owes me nothing. I would have done it for anyone. It was just a challenge since odds were against me."

Merlin saw it with his own eyes. He knew he cared about Rosilyn in some way. He felt as his friend he should bring it up.

"You have feelings for her, don't you?" Merlin said confidently.

"I feel I broke her fall on my ribs," Gwaine said.

"Gwaine, I am your friend."

"Merlin, do not worry."

"I am not worried. I just feel enough secrets exist in this kingdom without more. I am your friend."

"I am fine," Gwaine reassured.

"The way you held her hand…"

"It was nothing." Gwaine said unconvincingly

"Has something happened between the two of you?" Merlin asked.

"I kissed her."

"Oh…So she cares for you?"

"I don't know how she feels about me. She seems to think I am not to be taken seriously. She wants Lancelot." he sighed."She didn't even know she had kissed me. She kept calling for Lancelot. She asked him to kiss her. She kept asking! I told myself I was doing it for her. I told myself it would comfort her. I really just did it because I wanted to kiss her. Seeing her that vulnerable made me realize a lot of things. I realized I wanted to be the one she spends time with…" Merlin was speechless.

"She was almost raped. If I had waited with the others to leave she would have been. I don't regret going after her. I rode hard for hours until I found their camp. I snuck up on the tent in which she was held. I could hear him tear her dress from outside the tent. This pig had just untied her ankles, untying his trousers and telling her how he would 'enjoy this'. He started to climb on top of her when I yanked him off, stabbing him in the back! He will never touch her again."

"I wondered about the torn dress," Merlin stated. "I am glad you got there in time."

"It does not matter how I feel about her. She is with Lancelot." He tipped his head back, looking up. "Of course, the first lady I let capture my heart, I cannot be with." He said, shaking his head with a small laugh.

"You have always been a man with many women and not just one."

"Things change, I guess," Gwaine said.

"Maybe you are confused about your feelings because of the emotion of her kidnapping."

Gwaine looks out the window and said, "I am confused about a lot right now, Merlin"

Gwaine walked back across the room and went to the cot. "I guess if I am going to be a patient I should at least lay on the cot," he said, changing the subject. He went to the cot and laid down, holding his ribs as he did.

Gaius walked back in the room. "What did Lancelot need?" he asked.

"Lancelot didn't come here," Merlin said.

"I saw him walking away from the door," Gaius stated. Merlin then realized that the door had been open the entire time and Lancelot may have overheard their entire conversation.

Gwaine and Merlin looked at each other.

Gaius said, "Let me see what you have done to yourself, Gwaine!"He pressed on the wound, feeling around. Gwaine winced at the pain. "You seem to have broken two ribs."

"That leaves me with plenty more to work with!" Gwaine sat up slowly and pulled his shirt down. He tried to play off the fact he was worried about what Lancelot may have heard.

"Gwaine, please wait at least a month or so before rescuing any more damsels in distress. Take it easy, so you may heal properly."

" Gaius, Does that mean I should go to the tavern?"

"You should go to lie down," Gaius rolled his eyes.

Gwaine knew he is supposed to let Rosilyn know what Gaius had said about his injury but he didn't know what to say to Lancelot if he was in her chambers.

As he walked down the hall to his room he saw Lancelot standing outside of Rosilyn's door leaning on the wall.

"Was she really almost raped?" Lancelot asked quietly.

"I made short work of the man who dared to."

Lancelot then went to his room, closing the door behind him. Lancelot was wrestling with the fact she would have been raped if not for Gwaine's actions. No matter what Gwaine felt for Rosilyn… she was safe because of him. Lancelot felt he did not deserve to be with a woman he did not protect. Lancelot felt sadness in him. She deserved a better man than him.

Gwaine knocked on Rosilyn's door before going into her chamber's.

"My prince, you have returned!"

"My princess, Gaius says I will be good as new in about a month."

"I am glad to hear that. Guess you won't be giving my sword fighting lessons anytime soon?"

"He never said I couldn't help show someone how to hold a sword." Gwaine smiled.

"Maybe in a week I will feel well enough. Where did Lancelot go? He said he was going to let Merlin know how I was but hasn't returned." Rosilyn said.

"I think he went in his chambers. He is probably extremely tired. He was very worried about you. He held you close to him the whole way back to Camelot." Gwaine said.

Rosilyn thought that doesn't seem like Lancelot not to come back to let me know he was going to sleep.

"You guys are all my heroes! It will make it harder when I have to leave." Rosilyn said.

"Why will you leave?" Gwaine asked. "You have reasons to stay, princess."

Rosilyn wanted to tell Gwaine, but didn't want to burden him with the fact that in her lifetime, he has been dead for hundreds of years. "Do you think I should check on Lancelot?" Rosilyn asked.

"Can you get up?" Gwaine said.

"I'm a bit sore, but I should be able to make it with your help."

"If you would like to my princess, I will help you." He knew with her being that close to him it would hurt him in more ways than one to help her. He wrapped his arm around Rosilyn's waist as he helped her to the door. Gwaine was putting pressure on his ribs but he didn't wince in fear of making Rosilyn feel bad that he was in pain.

Arriving at Lancelot's door, Rosilyn said, "I will be okay from here. Gwaine, you really are a prince." She smiled at him. He wanted her more than ever now. He wanted to tell her. He hated that she thought she wasn't special to him. She was just another princess to him. Rosilyn steadied herself on the door frame and opened the door.

Lancelot stood at his window. He was deep in thought. He still had on his jacket from earlier and his dirt-covered shirt. Rosilyn made her way to him and put her hand on his back. "What is wrong?" she said softly. Lancelot seemed to have a hard time answering. Rosilyn moved to face him. She reached up and slid the jacket off Lancelot's shoulder on one side and then the other, laying his jacket at the foot of the bed. She pulled his tunic over his head dropping it to the ground. Rosilyn walked forward and wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his bare chest. Lancelot then gave in and hugged her back.

Whether he thought he deserved her or not, she seemed to want him.

"Can I sleep here tonight? I don't want to be alone." Rosilyn asked.

Lancelot kissed Rosilyn intensely. He pulled away long enough to say, "I would move the moon and the stars for you if I could." He kissed her again. Rosilyn's knees grew weak. Lancelot realized Rosilyn could use some rest, he guided her to the bed, moved the covers down, guiding her into the left side and he walked back around to the right side removing his boots. He laid down next to Rosilyn knowing that's what made her feel safe. She then moved as close to him as she could. Lancelot loved the feel of her warmth against his chest. He rested his hand on her hip. Rosilyn turned over facing Lancelot. She could see his face bathed in the moonlight coming in the room through the window.

"Lancelot?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Would you ever think about going back with me?"

"I am not sure, my lady. I would not fit in there."

"You would be with me. We could have children."

"How many children would you like?" He laughed.

"How many could you give me?" she giggled.

"As many as you wish." Lancelot leaned over and kissed her lips. "Why could you not stay here in Camelot? I am a knight here."

Rosilyn felt bad. She knew he was right. He was a knight and wanted to serve Camelot. She needed to go back, but Lancelot would never be happy leaving Camelot and his knighthood. Rosilyn kissed Lancelot full on the lips and ran her hands through his hair. "I care for you, my knight."

"I care for you, my lady."

Rosilyn turned back over and nestled in tight against Lancelot.

"Goodnight, my knight," Rosilyn said as she yawned.

"Goodnight, my lady."