AN: This song also comes from 'The Scarlet Pimpernel' and this is a companion piece to the last chapter; set after 4x11 showing Arthur's perspective of Gwen's exile. Also who else is excited for series 5 starting tonight? Goodbye uni social life, hello hot knights and wizards!

Arthur stood alone in his chambers lost in thought. So much had happened over the past few days; he had expected to make the alliance with Nemeth, was going to marry Princess Mithian but… he couldn't. Mithian was mature, kind, an excellent hunter and undoubtedly would be a great queen one day. She was perfect but at the same time, she wasn't Guinevere.

Arthur lied. When he told Guinevere that night that he couldn't forgive her. if she could offer a real explanation for what happened then he would have. They'd be together now. Husband and wife, king and queen. Arthur sighed and pressed his head against the window pane as he began to reflect.

"I remember days full of restlessness and fury
I remember nights that were drunk on dreams
I remember someone who never hungered for the glory
I remember her, but it seems ...she's gone." After the anger had faded slightly and the full realisation of what he had done hit him, Arthur regretted what he'd done. Surely there was some logical explanation for what had happened. but that meant nothing now. Guinevere was gone, gone forever.

"Where's the girl?
Where's the girl with the blaze in her eyes?
Where's the girl with that gaze of surprise?
Now and then I still dream she's beside me." Arthur claimed. None of them were used to not having Guinevere around. Elyan barely spoke to anyone these days, the other knights kept their opinions to themselves while Merlin still insisted that something wasn't right about that night. It didn't feel real. She appeared to him every night in his dreams, she controlled every thought he had. Sometimes Arthur felt that all he had to do was open the right door at the right time and she'd be right there.

But she never was.

"Where's the girl
Who could turn on the edge of a knife?
Where's the girl who was burning for life?
I can still feel her breathing beside me!" Arthur insisted as he shut his eyes. He could almost feel her hand on his shoulder, hear the swish of her dress on the floor and smell that scent of lavender which followed her everywhere. Arthur reached up to his shoulder and once again he felt nothing.

"And I know
She remembers how fearless it feels
To take off with the wind at your heels
She and I took this world like a storm!" They were the perfect pair, when they were together, they had almost been unstoppable. Arthur could remember times when they worked together and fought together, and if Arthur was truly honest with himself, he knew that Guinevere was infinitely stronger and braver than he was. Anytime she was pushed down, she was straight back up again and no matter what obstacles and dangers were flung in her path, she always overcame them. He didn't know where she was but he knew one thing; she would definitely be able to look after herself.

"Come again!
Let the girl in your heart tumble free!
Bring your renegade heart home to me!
In the dark of the morning I'll hold you
I'll love you..." Arthur claimed; he did sometimes wonder what their lives would have been like had they married by now. They would have married for love, not politics, unlike so many others. Arthur stared out the window at the inky black sky wondering where Guinevere was now; where was she staying, how was she supporting herself, would she find happiness again somehow? It sounded selfish but all Arthur wanted her to do was to come back to Camelot, come back to him; they could make it work, he knew they could.

"Where's the girl,
So alive and still aching for more?
We had dreams that were worth dying for
We were caught in the eye of the storm!
Come again!
Let the girl in your heart tumble free!
Bring your renegade heart home to me
In the dark of the morning I'll hold you,
I'll love you." Arthur claimed as he turned away from the window and climbed into his bed, still wrapped in his thoughts.. They had been through so much, seen so much; yes what had happened still hurt him but at the same time he still wanted Guinevere to come home; to come back to Camelot and her family, to come back to him. But it seemed to him like that would never happen. How could it? He didn't know where she was and even if he did, would Guinevere even want to come back after what had happened and how they had all treated one another? He didn't know.

A few weeks later Arthur was in a semi-conscious state. Morgana's attack and Agravaine's treachery were hurting him as much as the physical wounds he had received in the past day or so. All he wanted to do right now was to lie in this bed and forget everything. Arthur then became aware that there was someone sitting on the edge of the bed he was lying on. He didn't care who it was, once again there was one person dominating his thoughts. He supposed this was the first time he saw her exile as a blessing; he knew she was safely away from Morgana and Agravaine and their supporters.

The he smelt it. That tauntingly familiar scent of lavender and he could feel those calloused hands tenderly checking his wounds and could feel strands of her hair ghosting along the damaged skin. It couldn't be… could it?

"Where's the girl?
Is she gazing at me with surprise?
Do I still see that blaze in her eyes?
Am I dreaming or is she beside me
Now?" Was it her? Arthur wasn't sure, he didn't want to open his eyes lest he be mistaken but fate wouldn't be so cruel to let him think it was Guinevere. It had to be her. Arthur waited until he could feel the bedding shift backwards slightly as she retreated and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes. It was real. She was here.

"Guinevere,"

AN: Next up Merlin can do a lot of things, but can he draw?