Rosilyn was used to the same routine every day. Gwaine would bring her a bucket of fresh water and breakfast, before he spent time at practice, then with Gavin. Rosilyn had been dealing with Lancelot's death for more than two months now, and still hadn't gotten rid of his clothing. She couldn't bear to get rid of them. Rosilyn hadn't been down to the practice field since before Lancelot's death. Rosilyn spent some time with Gavin when she could gather the emotional strength. She looked out the window and saw Gavin and Gwaine heading toward the practice field. Gavin had his wooden sword with him. Rosilyn looked around her room for anything else to straighten or fix, and found nothing. She sat in the chair at her table and then walked to Lancelot's wardrobe. She imagined Lancelot wouldn't be happy with her stopping living life. There was a knock at the door. She opened the door to see Gwen. "Rosilyn, How are you?" Gwen asked.

"I am fine, but I think I need to get out of here for a bit!" Rosilyn said.

"Where would you like to go?" Gwen questioned.

"The practice fields."

"Would you like me to go?

"Of course! Do you want to go? Oh! What am I thinking, of course, you want to go! Arthur will be there!" Rosilyn smiled.

"Rosilyn," Gwen laughed.

As they rounded the corner of the castle gate out to the practice field, everyone stopped and looked. Rosilyn hadn't been out here in so long and all the knights were surprised. Arthur came up to Gwen to see her. Gavin yelled "Rosilyn!" then ran to her. It caught Gwaine's attention and he stopped his match. He stood there leaning on his sword. Percival wondered why Gwaine had stopped his relentless assault on him until he saw Rosilyn was outside.

"Go talk to her," Percival said.

"I do not wish to bother her," Gwaine said.

"Talk to her," Percival repeated.

"She may not want me to bother her," Gwaine said.

"She's out here… you either talk to her or I will try my luck," Percival smiled. Gwaine slowly headed toward Rosilyn and Gavin.

"Are you here for your lessons now?" Gwaine asked.

Gavin yelled, "Yes! Please, Rosilyn."

"Are you going to teach me to use a sword so I may fight you off easier?" Rosilyn laughed, looking at Gwaine.

"If you need a sword to resist my charms, Princess, I understand." Gwaine then walked closer to Rosilyn. "You think my life is all about the pursuit of various women, but how many have you seen me pursuing since you have been here? Think about it?" Gwaine whispered. Rosilyn wasn't sure what to say to that. She hadn't seen him with any woman or in pursuit of any. It had been four months since she had arrived, and she had never seen him even flirt with anyone except her.

Rosilyn realized Gwaine was trying to tell her something without saying it to her directly. She was special and it started to sink in. Rosilyn bit her lip.

"I will do the lessons, Gavin," Rosilyn said as she looked at Gwaine. Gwaine wondered if Rosilyn understood what he was telling her. Gavin said he should tell her how special she was, and that was Gwaine's attempt to get that message through to her.

Gavin was extremely excited. Rosilyn told Gwaine she would be back, that she was going to change out of her dress. Gwen watched Rosilyn and Gwaine talking. She saw their body language. Gwen knew it was only a matter of time for those two. She had always seen it in them. She could see he was in love with her, and she knew Rosilyn didn't realize she was in love with him too. If anyone knew about being in love with two people, it was Guinevere. Rosilyn's face would light up when Gwaine was around, and Gwaine was normally at a loss for words when she was. Gwaine would look down, because he had a hard time maintaining eye contact with Rosilyn. He was in love with her- a feeling he wasn't used to. Gwen and Rosilyn started back to the castle and Rosilyn seemed quieter than normal. Gwen assumed it was because of Gwaine.

Rosilyn made it to her room and changed into her pants and a tunic with a belt. It was very form fitting, and Gwen didn't say anything, but Rosilyn knew what she was thinking. Rosilyn slipped her boots back on. Gwen said, "Lancelot would want you to be happy, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Rosilyn said.

"If you want to spend time with Gwaine, you should. Gwaine has really changed. He has been there for you."

"Maybe I want to, but I miss Lancelot terribly and feel bad doing it."

"Spending time with Gwaine won't change how you feel about Lancelot, but I understand your feelings. There's a feast coming up … Maybe Gwaine can escort you? Gwaine has been there for you," Gwen said.

Rosilyn hugged Gwen. "I will think about it."

"I'm just saying, no one will be surprised if you and he end up together. Just take your time," Gwen said.

Rosilyn thought, has it been that obvious that I have feelings for him?

Rosilyn and Gwen walked back down the stairs and made it outside just as practice was ending, and only Gwaine and Gavin remained on the field. Gwen excused herself as she walked with Merlin and Arthur. Rosilyn passed some of the knights who took notice of her clothing. She was dressed in more form fitting clothes than most people were wearing in Camelot. Rosilyn walked over to Gwaine and he looked her up and down and said, "You look beautiful."

"I thought you would say this isn't appropriate for this time period or something," Rosilyn smiled.

"All I thought was how beautiful you looked. I don't play by the same rules as everyone else," Gwaine said.

"I didn't think it was a good idea to play swords with loose clothing on," Rosilyn said.

Gwaine walked over to the table, got Rosilyn's sword that Arthur had given her, and handed it over to her as he bowed. "Princess, your sword."

Gavin laughed at such a gesture. He picked up his wooden sword and waited for instruction. Gwaine showed Rosilyn how to stand. "Princess, put this leg here and that leg there."

"Like this?" Rosilyn asked.

"No, more like this," Gwaine walked up behind her, reached around her situating her hips. He was right against her and Rosilyn stopped breathing for a second. Rosilyn could feel his chest against her back. She pushed the thought out of her head.

"Okay, sword up like this, and now down." Gwaine was watching what she did, and would correct it and push her to go faster. Gavin was practicing with them. Rosilyn had a hard time concentrating, because she realized her attraction to Gwaine was as fierce as ever. It didn't change her longing for Lancelot, but she realized at this point that did no good… Lancelot was gone now.

Rosilyn felt there was a building tension between her and Gwaine. Every time he touched her to demonstrate something, she would tingle all over. Her stomach would get butterflies and her temperature would rise. Gwaine started to sweat excessively, and when he would touch Rosilyn, his hands would tremble a bit. Gwaine stood behind Rosilyn to show her a technique. He noticed as he stood behind her she leaned back on him. It was like she wanted to be held. Gwaine's mind became scrambled. He put his hand on her stomach and his breath was on her neck. Gwaine shook it off, when he realized they weren't alone. He was lost in Rosilyn for a while.

"I should go," Rosilyn sighed.

"Okay," Gwaine replied. Gwaine felt she was leaving, because he had pushed her too far. He still hadn't told her how he felt. He didn't know if he was ready for that yet. He wasn't sure when he would be ready for that. The time never seemed right.

"Sir Gwaine?" Rosilyn called.

"Yes?" Gwaine turned towards her.

"Can you escort me to the feast tomorrow night?"

"It would be my honor, Rosilyn."

Rosilyn walked to the castle as Gwaine and Gavin continued with training.

"Sir Gwaine?" Gavin said. "Will you tell her tomorrow?"

"I don't know," Gwaine said.

"You should do it soon," Gavin begged.

"She may not be ready to hear that yet."

"You said it was a mistake not to tell her before. You should tell her then."

"Why do you want me to tell her so badly?"

"I want to see you both happy. You will be happy together."

"Are you ready to head home?" Gwaine said as he grabbed Gavin and put him on his shoulders.

Rosilyn walked to Gaius' chambers. She knocked and Merlin answered. "Come in, Rosilyn," Merlin said.

"Merlin… I'm confused."

"Gwaine?" he asked.

"Yes."

"No surprise to me."

"Is it too early for me to spend time with him?"

"Rosilyn, that is up to you. Lancelot has been gone for longer then you and he were even together. You make the choice that is right for you. Have you decided if you are staying or leaving?"

"Probably leaving."

"Make sure Gwaine knows that."

"Do you feel Gwaine has changed?"

"Changed what? "

"Well, he has a reputation," Rosilyn worried.

"Reputation?"

"Ladies…"

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Why?

"He won't hurt you."

"How do you know?" Rosilyn asked.

"Just trust me," Merlin said.

"I trust you," Rosilyn said. She looked down and added, "I still love Lancelot. I always will love him."

"Being with Gwaine would never mean you stopped loving Lancelot. How do you feel about Gwaine?"

"I feel close to him. I care about him. I am not sure."

"I think you know. I think you just don't want to admit it to yourself. He's the reason you and Lancelot got married so soon."

Rosilyn looked at Merlin and a tear rolled down her face. Merlin came to her and hugged her.

"I think I love him. I love both of them."

Rosilyn and Merlin realized the fact that Rosilyn had finally admitted that she loved both of them was a breakthrough for her. She hadn't dealt with any of her feelings for Gwaine. Rosilyn knew she had to deal with them. As she walked back to her room she realized the next day would be a good day to see how she felt.

Gwaine and Percival were in the hall as Rosilyn passed, and Percival noticed the looks they exchanged with each other. Gwaine turned around to look back at Rosilyn, as she went into her room.

Rosilyn went in and picked out her dress for the feast. She picked a peach colored dress. It was low cut in the front. Rosilyn wanted things to be totally different this time. She walked to Lancelot's wardrobe and opened it, staring inside and wishing he was still here to wear the clothes and to be with her. She wanted to feel his strong embrace. She looked at the bed and remembered how it felt to look down into his eyes as they made love. She closed her eyes and could picture his smile. She took his cloak and wrapped it around herself and lay in the bed. She wondered if she could go through with revealing the feelings she had for Gwaine.

Rosilyn started to cry. She was overwhelmed. She was conflicted between missing Lancelot and her feelings for Gwaine. Rosilyn knew the feeling of spending time with Gwaine would help lessen the pain she felt over Lancelot. She lay in bed wondering what she should say to Gwaine, and if she was really ready to move on. Rosilyn looked out her window. She wished someone would help her decide what was right for her.