Lancelot sat by the campfire and looked up at the stars. He was hoping Rosilyn was doing the same. Merlin could see Lancelot seemed worried. He was normally quiet, but not this quiet. He could tell Lancelot was deep in thought. Merlin walked over and sat next to him. "Missing her already?" Merlin asked.

"I missed her before we even left," Lancelot said sadly. "I wonder how I will able to deal with it if she goes back."

"Is she going back?" Merlin asked.

"I don't know," Lancelot said as he looked down at his wedding band.

"Merlin!" Arthur called. Merlin patted Lancelot's shoulder before leaving to see why Arthur was calling him.

Lancelot saw Gwaine seated by the tree outside of the camp doing his turn at guard duty and went to talk to him. Lancelot sat down next to Gwaine. "You look distressed," Gwaine said.

"Promise me, if anything ever happens to me, you will take care of her," Lancelot pled.

"Nothing is going to happen," Gwaine said, shrugging off the comment.

"I need to know Rosilyn would be taken care of if something did happen."

"I have never stayed in one place very long. All my life, I have gone whichever way the wind blows. I have gone from tavern to tavern, from fight to fight, and have avoided any responsibilities. That changed recently… I now see what it takes to be a man. You have been a great example for me, Lancelot. I know why Rosilyn married you. I do promise; I will always take care of her and I will do so until my death. I will protect Rosilyn with my life if it comes to that," Gwaine reassured Lancelot.

"Thank you." Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief. "I will rest easier knowing that." Lancelot got up and went and lay down next to the fire trying to get some sleep. Gwaine wondered why Lancelot was speaking like he didn't think he would be around for Rosilyn.

Meanwhile in Cumberland, Morgana arrived back at King Benedict's castle ready to plot against Camelot. "Hello, my lady," King Benedict whispered.

"What is the plan to rid us of Arthur?" Morgana asked.

"Morgana, where are all the pleasantries for your future husband?" King Benedict asked.

"Time is for action and not pleasantries! Arthur and Camelot grow stronger by the day! Arthur must fall."

"Do you have no feelings for your brother?"

"He means nothing to me! Uther accepted him as his son and rejected me."

"So you will be fine watching him die?"

"I want to kill him myself!"

"My angel… my evil angel!" He teased.

"You shall have your chance when we lure him to the Sea of Meredor."

"I will bind him and let him drown in the Sea!"

"How will we lure him there?" Morgana asked.

"Arthur's need to avenge his father's death will lead him to his own death! I have had some information about the living bandit spread around the villages outside of Camelot. It seems this bandit is holding up at the abandoned Castle of Fyrien. Arthur will want to take him back to Camelot to be accountable for Uther's murder."

"I guess we are traveling to the Sea of Meredor then… my husband-to-be…" Morgana purred as she enjoyed setting the trap.

Arthur awoke early. He was thinking of his father and his hunts in the woods as a child. Uther had taught Arthur everything he knew of hunting and being a good soldier. Uther was a great knight, swordsman and had passed those skills to Arthur early in life and pushed Arthur as much as he could by putting pressure on him. Arthur loved Uther despite his faults and knew he was always doing what he felt was best for their kingdom he had built.

Merlin saw Arthur sitting next to the creek. He grabbed a plate for Arthur and brought it to him. "You may want to go ahead and eat before Gwaine eats all of the food!" Merlin joked.

"I don't have much of an appetite."

"Find one then, because you will need the energy for the journey ahead."

"Merlin, don't you have anything better to do then to nag me."

"It is my job to take care of you."

Arthur kept staring at the running water. "I failed my father. He should have been guarded better. He couldn't care for himself. Morgana had her own father killed. How can you do that! He loved her. How could she betray people she used to care about so much?"

"I don't know, Arthur. Morgause may bare much responsibility for Morgana's hatred."

"Even before I knew Morgana was my sister, I would have laid down my life for hers, and now she has murdered our father. She will be made to pay, as well as King Benedict!"

"Arthur, don't let this rage rule you."

Sir Leon came over to them and said "Sire, we are all ready to carry on." Arthur stood up and headed to his horse.

"We are headed to the small village at the foot of the White Mountains," Arthur said.

"The village of Kilnish?" Leon asked.

"Yes." They climbed atop their horses and kept riding on toward the foothills of the mountain.

Meanwhile in Camelot, the day started early for Rosilyn as she went to meet Gavin at the gate. Gavin ran to Rosilyn and hugged her. Gavin was ready to see what today would bring.

"What are we going to do today?" he smiled.

"I was thinking a journey and picnic!" Rosilyn said.

"Sounds fun! Will we see dragons?" Gavin asked.

"I hope not!" Rosilyn laughed. "Let's go inside so you can see your new outfits, and then we will stop by the kitchen and pack a lunch!"

Rosilyn brought Gavin to see Gwen. Gwen was excited about giving Gavin the outfits she had made for him. She held one up. It had the Camelot crest sewn into it. Rosilyn smiled when she saw his face light up. One outfit looked to be modeled after what Gwaine seemed to wear often.

"Are you going on our picnic, Lady Guinevere?" Gavin asked.

"Not today, I have many errands this day, but I will share in your adventures tomorrow though and I look forward to it," Gwen said.

"May I change into this outfit?" Gavin asked, holding up the Gwaine-styled outfit.

"I am sure that would be a lovely choice," Rosilyn smiled.

Gavin went to change and came out with his wooden sword tucked in his belt. He was ready to leave. "I am ready, Lady Rosilyn!"

"How handsome you look!"

"I am Sir Gwaine! I am the greatest warrior in Camelot," Gavin smiled.

"You are Sir Gavin! Camelot's greatest future knight and Arthur's protector! Don't be afraid of ever being yourself. You don't need to be the next Gwaine… you can be the first Gavin!"

Rosilyn didn't want Gavin to feel like he had to be someone else to be successful… In her world this went on far too much. People were trying to be someone who they weren't.

Rosilyn and Gavin went to the kitchen, made a picnic and headed out to the courtyard. "Can we take a horse? Gavin asked.

Rosilyn was feeling fairly good with her riding ability after her journey with Lancelot. Rosilyn walked to the stable and went to the stable hand. "Hello, my name is Rosilyn…"

"Oh, I know who you are Lady Rosilyn. You are Lancelot's wife."

"Yes, I am," she said as she smiled hearing someone refer to her as Lancelot's wife.

"I am Tyr, my lady."

"It is nice to meet you Tyr! May I take a horse for the day?"

"Oh yes! Whatever you want!" Tyr turned around, looking at the horses and holding his finger to his mouth, deep in thought. "You should take Daisy! She is very gentle and knows her way back to Camelot well."

"She will be fine!" Rosilyn said cheerily.

Rosilyn wanted to be sure she could get on the horse alone, so she led it to the courtyard, put her foot in the stirrup, pulled herself up and made it the first time. She reached her hand out to Gavin and placed him in front of her. "You ready?" Rosilyn asked.

"Yes!" Gavin smiled.

Rosilyn tapped her foot against Daisy so she knew they were ready to move. Gavin loved riding through the courtyard on the horse and feeling important. Rosilyn rode until she came to a small clearing with a stream. "Is this good?" she asked.

"It is nice!" Gavin said.

Rosilyn looked at the stream and it brought her memories back of Gwaine. She closed her eyes and pushed the thought out of her head. Rosilyn hoped all the knights were fine on their journey. This age without technology was hard on Rosilyn. She so badly wanted to know how Lancelot was doing. She worried about all the knights after her nightmare.

Rosilyn laid the picnic blanket out on the ground and then opened the cloth filled with food. Gavin ran back and forth in the woods. He had so much energy. He finally came over to eat with Rosilyn.

"Lady Rosilyn?"

"Yes, Sir Gavin?"

"Can you tell me a story?"

"Oh, yes!" Rosilyn thought for a second. "Once upon a time, far ahead in the future, there was a girl who had such a boring life! She just went to work all the time and never lived a real life. She lived in a time with buildings taller than clouds, people who could fly like birds, and where man can fly to visit the furthest places."

"Oh! This place sounds fun!" Gavin smiled.

"I would think it would be fun if she lived life. She hid from life so she wouldn't be hurt by people leaving her." Rosilyn sighed.

"Why did she hide? Wouldn't it be harder to find someone who wouldn't leave if she hid?" Gavin asked.

"I guess she just protected her heart by running away," Rosilyn sighed.

"Did she ever find someone who wouldn't hurt her?" Gavin said.

"I believe she did. The only problem was this person lived in the past and she has to give up her life in her future for his time in the past," Rosilyn closed her eyes.

"How did she get to meet him in the past?" Gavin asked.

"Magic…" Rosilyn said.

"Oh! Can magic take him to the future with her then?"

"I don't know, but she is happy with him, so she doesn't want to leave him."

"If I could get my father back, I would never let him go either. I think the man will do what it takes to be with her," Gavin said.

"Why do you think that?"

"I think love is strong and if she came all the way to the past and was meant to meet him than their love must be magic too!"

Rosilyn thought to herself, Who is the person I am destined to be with? Lancelot or Gwaine?

Rosilyn finished her food and watched Gavin toss pebbles into the creek. She wished her life was as simple as Gavin made it sound.

Rosilyn and Gavin rode back to Camelot and she dropped him off at his house. Gavin waved as he ran in his house. "I will see you in the morning, Rosilyn!"

Rosilyn rode back to the castle and made her way back to the stables. She looked out at the knight's practice field and felt lonely. It was never that empty. She put Daisy back in the care of Tyr and walked out to the overlook to think.

What do you do, Rosilyn? She thought. Rosilyn hated that she didn't know what to do. Rosilyn wanted to have her future back but she didn't want to give up the past she has known.

Rosilyn walked back to her chambers and lay on the bed, snuggling Lancelot's tunic and breathing in his scent. Rosilyn laid there for hours, then got up still holding it tight, went to the window and looked out at the stars.

"I miss you, Lancelot…" she said as she looked up.