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"No… no, this can't be happening, not again." I breathed, trying to get my head around everything that I had just heard. "It can't, it just…"

"Isabella, just breathe." I heard Arthur whisper to me as I stayed on the floor. "It's okay, Isabella." I know that he was trying his best to calm me down, but telling me that everything was okay was not going to make things any better.

"Everything… everything is not okay." It was difficult to speak whiles crying, and being on the verge of hyperventilating. "My… my brothers… they're… they're…" My head started spinning, and I couldn't keep my eyes opened any longer because of it. "Arthur…"

"I'm here, Isabella. I'm here and I am not going anywhere." I was pretty sure that the last part of that sentence was directed at his father. Oh, that reminded me of what else was going on, it wasn't just about my brothering being gone.

Now I understood why Arthur wanted us to leave, why he was desperate to drag me out of my chamber and get us away from Camelot. "I can't… I can't do this. Arthur, please, I can't…"

I felt him move, shifting himself closer towards me, wrapping his arms around me tighter. "Isabella, I am here, and I will always be here." He told me firmly. "I will sort this, trust me."

"This isn't real, it can't be. Arthur, tell me this isn't real." I knew that I was rambling, that it was just nonsense that as coming out of my mouth, but I couldn't stop it. Everything was just crashing down around me, everything. "This isn't real. This isn't real."

A pair of hands rested against my cheeks, and my head was brought up. My eyes locked with Arthur's and I could see so much concern in them. "Isabella, listen to me, we will get through this. Do you understand? I promise you, everything will be fine." I know he was trying his best to calm me down, but I just couldn't do it.

"My brothers… who… who attacked them?" Arthur was the only one who could hear me, with the way I was feeling, it was a surprise I was able to speak at all. "What actually happened?"

I heard some murmuring around me, obviously everyone else was talking while I was huddled up on the cold stone floor still. Then I heard the door closing, and heavy footsteps walking away from my chamber. I felt a pair of arms pull me off the ground, I didn't resist, because I knew it was Arthur. As soon as I was standing, he held onto me tightly. "Come on, Isabella. We… we need to talk about all of this and think of something." I could tell by his tone that he was worried.

"This isn't right, this really isn't right." I mumbled to him as he led me over to the bed. "Tell me that none of this is real, Arthur, please tell me this isn't real. I don't want this to be real."

I heard him let out a sigh as he held onto me. I wanted to feel safe and secure in his arms, but I couldn't. "I do not want this to be real either, Isabella. I don't know what to do, I don't know how to fix this. I wish I did, but I don't."

"What happened to them, Arthur? What happened to my brothers?" I was finally starting to calm down a little, but that was only because Arthur was still there with me, and that I knew he didn't want any of it to be real either.

"They… they were on their way here, but they should have been here a few days ago. They were meant to arrive early, to surprise you, but when they never showed, my father sent people out to investigate. What they found… I'm sorry, Isabella." I knew that he was sorry, but I didn't want sympathy, I wanted to know what had happened to them. "Some of the other men that were found there, they were followers of your uncle."

Bad to worse, that was how things were going. "He killed them." I whispered. "I'm the only one left. I'm the only one stopping him from getting what he wants." I had to make a choice, I had to decide between Arthur and Elbear, a place I had never been to, a place that I didn't know, a place where I would be alone. "He can have it. He can have the throne, let him have Elbear, I don't care. Why should I care?"

"What… what are you saying, Isabella?" It was plain to see that Arthur was stunned by my words, considering he was stumbling over his own words.

"I'm saying that I abdicate. I relinquish all rights and power to Elbear. Let my uncle have it."

"Isabella, you… you can't. Why would you do that?" I didn't understand why Arthur was so shocked by what I had said, it was a simple enough choice to make.

I looked at him and saw the confused look in his eyes. "Arthur, there are two options. One, I leave Camelot and return to Elbear, become their ruler and never see you again. Or option two, give up Elbear, a place that I cannot remember, where I have no one, and stay here with you."

The cogs were turning in his head, I could see them. "But why, Isabella, why give up your kingdom to stay here?"

A sigh slipped past my lips. "Because I can, Arthur, because I want to. You don't understand, but my family is dead. What is there for me in Elbear? I return, rule a kingdom that have absolutely no knowledge about, no memories about, where I will be alone, until the day that I die." Once again the tears were building in my eyes. "Is that what you want for me, Arthur? Because if you do, then… then I will go."

"No, of course I don't want you to go, Isabella. But are you sure this is the right choice? There has to be something else we can do." I couldn't think of any other way, and I was pretty sure Arthur wasn't going to be able to think of anything either. "I need to speak with my father. Will… will you be all right on your own for a few minutes? I shall send either Gwen or Merlin to you."

I nodded at him, and then I lied. "Of course I will, Arthur. I just… I'll be fine. Honestly, go." I didn't want him to go, and I was far from being fine. But he had things to do, things to sort out, and so did I.

I watched him leave my chamber, before some more tears decided to fall. I didn't understand how any of it could be real, something felt different, wrong, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. "Oh, Isabella, there is no need to be so upset." A slightly familiar female voice said to me softly.

"Sian?" I asked, looking up and seeing the hooded figure. "What… what's going on?"

"You're magic is growing stronger, Isabella. As are your feelings towards the Prince." Sian told me, not exactly answering my question. "Which means you need to be more cautious."

"Please, what are you doing here? What's going on? Please, I can't… I can't deal with this anymore!" I broke down in tears. I didn't need her showing up to tell me that my magic was getting stronger, that I needed to be careful, it didn't matter anymore anyway, not now.

For the first time since I had met her, she was sitting down beside me, trying to comfort me. "Isabella, think rationally about all of this. What was the first thing you though when you saw this place?"

I looked up at her and blinked. I still couldn't see her face. "I said that this wasn't real. There are too many things that are wrong, it's not real, it can't be."

"Then if it isn't real, what is it? What is this place, Isabella?" I knew she was trying to get me to think, and to work it out, but I was too exhausted to even try and figure it all. My head was hurting and my eyes were sore.

"I don't know. I can't think. I'm too tired, my brain isn't working. I don't know anything anymore." I ended up throwing my face into my pillows and crying. I just wanted to wake up, to wake up in my room and for my brothers to still be alive, for everything to be how it should be.

After that, I must have fallen asleep, as someone was calling my name, trying to get my attention. "Isabella? Come on, Isabella, time to wake up." It was Arthur, he was trying to wake me up.

I let out a slight groan, finding I was using him as a pillow once more. I didn't remember him coming back to my chamber, or getting on the bed with me. Then the smell hit me, and my eyes flew open. I almost jumped off the bed when I saw that my room was once again filled with flowers. "What? How did they… what?" I didn't really know what else to say.

Arthur got up from the bed, moving over to where I was standing in shock. "Isabella, is everything all right?" There was that stupid concern in his voice again.

"I… I think so. I don't know, I had this weird… dream…" I hadn't felt like a dream, but it hadn't seemed real either. I didn't know what it was, and I didn't know if it wanted to find out either.

The man next to me stiffened when I said the word dream. "What kind of dream, Isabella? Was it about your uncle?" There was something in his tone that was making me suspicious.

"Sort of, I mean, I didn't see him, but… but he… he killed my brothers when they were travelling to Camelot…" I turned and saw the shocked expression on Arthur's face. "Please, don't tell me that you had…"

"… the same dream." We both said at the same time, causing me to let out a sigh.

"How on Earth could we have had the same dream?" I asked him, shifting around nervously. I remembered exactly what had happened at the start of that dream, when we had both woken up, I remembered what was going on, and what was about to happen. I was just praying that Arthur wasn't going to remember as well.

His eyes were gazing into mine, and neither of us dared to look away. "I said it before, sorcery. That is the only explanation of it." Oh, maybe that was what Sian mean. Maybe, because my magic was getting stronger, and I was getting a little bit too close to Arthur, that I had… nope, couldn't be. Forget that.

Instead, I let out a long breath. "Well, I'm just glad it's over. I was scared, Arthur, I was really scared. Donald killed my brothers, and I was going to have to go back to Elbear and be on my own. I… I couldn't do that." And it was the truth, I had been scared, and I didn't want to go back to Elbear on my own. I would gladly give it over to Donald if it meant I didn't have to go back.

"Would you have really given up your right to the throne to stay in Camelot?" Honestly, it was as if the Prince was able to read my mind.

"Uh, well, yeah… I guess. I mean, if my brothers were both dead." I didn't want to talk about it, I really didn't want to talk about what had happened in that dream world, because it had all be down to me. I create them, and this time I dragged Arthur into it as well. One mistake I was never going to make ever again.

"And what about…" Lucky for me, a knocking at the door saved me for whatever Arthur was about to say. I gave him a worried look, a slight hint of panic in my eyes as well, I wasn't sure I wanted to open the door, because all those things still lingered in my head. Instead, Arthur went and pulled my chamber door open, letting out a long breath when he saw who it was. "It's only Merlin." The Prince grumbled, before walking back over to where I was standing.

"Is everything okay?" Merlin asked, looking between me and Arthur. He could see that something was wrong, especially by the way Arthur was acting and stomping around. Both of us knew the signs of Arthur being in a bad mood, and that was exactly where he was heading.

I had to put on my sweetest smile for my warlock friend. "Everything is fine, Merlin. Arthur is just fed up with having to look after me all the time, and I don't blame him really. Surely there is something else that he can be doing, rather than having to worry over me?" When Arthur turned his back to look out of the window, my smile dropped. "We need to talk later, Merlin." He gave me a confused look, and all I could do was shake my head at him.

"Arthur, your father wishes to see you. There has…" I noticed him look at me nervously before carrying on. "There has been more news."

Then I noticed Arthur look at me as well, before his eyes fell upon Merlin. "Tell him I will be there soon." Something was definitely going on, I could see it, they were both hiding something, something that involved me, and I was not having that.

I stayed silent as Merlin left, going to deliver Arthur's message to his father, but the moment he was gone, I spoke up. "Right, what the hell was that all about, Arthur?" I asked him, placing my hands on my hips. "And don't you dare tell me nothing, because that was not nothing. Merlin was nervous, he couldn't tell you exactly what it is that your father wants to see you about because I'm standing right here. And even you gave me a stupid look as well. So tell me, what the hell is going on, Arthur?" I had to stop, as my little rant had left my throat tickling, leading to me doing nothing but cough.

Arthur quickly helped me to sit back down on the bed as he lightly rubbed my back. "Isabella, there is absolutely nothing for you to worry about. There are certain things that I do not want you involved in, because I do not want you to get hurt. This is one of the times." He told me, not that I believed a word that he was saying. "You're still sick, you need to rest. Right now, you need to stop worrying over things that do not effect you."

Yes, I was still sick, but knowing that something was going on that involved me that I wasn't being told about? That was just going to make me even more sick, because now I was going to be stressing over it all. "There is always something for me to worry about, Arthur. Whether it be you getting that stupid backside of yours in trouble, or my brothers and uncle. My life is nothing but worry."

He let out a sigh, and I knew he was thinking about what I had said. "I know things have been stressful recently, but things will get better."

I looked at him, still a trace of doubt on my face. "Arthur, things will never get better while my uncle is out there, we both know that. He is out to destroy my brothers, to get rid of my and to take the throne. How can I not be stressed when I know he could be lurking around the next corner?"

"And I have sworn to protect you against him, Isabella." The Prince told me firmly. "The search for him has not stopped, and you already know what he is doing. I will do whatever it takes, Isabella."

His eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was telling the truth. There has been so much fire and passion behind his eyes, and I knew in an instant that he really would do anything to protect me. And that just made me feel even guiltier. "You need to go and see what your father wants." I told him, letting out a sigh.

"Isabella…"

"It's fine, Arthur. We can talk later if you want. Now go and see your father." I didn't want to carry on the conversation, I wanted to avoid it. I had a feeling that he was going to try and continue the conversation that Merlin interrupted as well, and I seriously wanted to avoid that. "Go."

Reluctantly he started heading towards the door. "Everything will be all right, Isabella." I just nodded and smiled as I watched him leaving my chamber. At least with him gone, I could try to sort my head out a little.

Everything that had happened was still confusing me, even though I had a slight idea of what had happened. I had almost forgotten that I created my own little worlds when I sleep, thanks to my magic. I just never expected to be able to drag someone else into the dream with me, especially not Arthur. The thoughts hadn't even occurred to me until Sian made an appearance.

I should have worked it out sooner, I should have realised that it was just a stupid dream that I had created. I mean, none of it made sense right from the start. The flowers were missing from my chamber, Arthur and I were… well, that should have been the first clue really. As if that would ever really happen, and as if I would ever let it. I know too much about the legends, I know it would have messed everything up.

But the thought of my brothers being killed, that wasn't so hard to get past. I was going to have to write to them, to make sure that everything really was all right back in Elbear, and to tell them what had happened. I just wished that I could actually see them, not have to send letters to them all the time. It wasn't fair, they were alive and I wasn't allowed to spend time with them.

I was lost in my thoughts until there was a light knocking on my chamber door. Without hesitation I wandered over and opened it, finding Merlin standing there, looking at me with worry. "Is everything all right, Isabella? What's happened?" He asked me, shutting the door to my chamber and looking a little nervous.

I didn't know how I was meant to tell him, to tell him about my magic and what I had just done. I didn't know if he would even understand any of it, but I had to at least try. "Merlin, I… I have…" I really didn't know how to say it. "I… uh… have… you know, uh…"

"Magic?" I heard him call into my mind. I looked at him and nodded. I was glad that he had managed to get the message without me having to say it aloud. "I kind of already worked it out."

I realised that this was a conversation that we needed to have silently. "It's not as simple as that, Merlin. My magic is controlled by my emotions. I get angry, it blow things up. I get upset, I set fire to everything." I explained to him.

There was a frown on his face as he took in what I had just told him. "I've never heard of magic being controlled like that before."

"Oh Merlin, it get's even better." He looked at me with more confusion. "I have this… thing, where I create worlds." I was trying to remember exactly what Sian had told me, to remember how she had explained it all. "Basically, because my magic is linked to my emotions, and that means that when I sleep, I create my own little world."

"Wow, that… that sounds…" I rolled my eyes at him and he quickly shut his mouth.

"Apparently my magic is getting stronger, because this time… this time, I dragged Arthur into my dream world as well." It really was difficult to admit it all to Merlin, but I trusted him, and I knew he would at least try to help me with everything. "And he has concluded that it was sorcery since we both had the same dream."

That was when Merlin finally realised just how serious it was. "Does he suspect you?" I shook my head at him, luckily I had been able to avoid being under suspicion, but I didn't know how long that was going to last. "You're going to need to learn to control it, Isabella. I'll talk to Gaius, see what he knows about it."

"I know, I'm trying, but I don't know how. It's hard, Merlin, I have no idea what I'm doing." And that was true, Sian had been trying to help me, but she had been helping me in my dreams, not in the real world when I was awake.

He smiled at me softly, and I knew he was glad that I had finally told him the truth. "I know, but don't worry. I'll help you."

"Thank, Merlin. You have no idea how hard this has all been for me. Okay, so I guess you kind of do know what it's like, considering how much you have to hide your magic. But at least you can control it." I wasn't trying to make out that my situation was worse than his, I was just pointing out the fact that I couldn't control it and could really do with some help.

"Any, I need to get back to my chores. You going to be okay?" I could see he was a little unsure of leaving me on my own, but he had work to do, and I had to finish pulling myself together and think of a way to get Arthur to forget all about that dream we shared.

"Merlin, I will be absolutely fine. I think it's about time I wrote to my brothers, you know, let them know how I'm doing and everything." I swear I saw his smile falter for a moment, but he was still smiling at me. I was definitely getting suspicious, meaning I would be having words with Arthur when I next saw him.

"Okay, well just let me know if you need anything. I'm sure Arthur will be back when he's finished speaking with the King." Merlin told me, giving me another smile. I was sure he was hiding something, and eventually I would find out exactly what it was.

Once he was gone and I was left alone again, I just wandered around my chamber, looking at all the flowers and admiring them all. Arthur really was sweet, and he did do such nice things for me, and he had sworn to protect me. I still couldn't wrap my head around that part, about why he would say that.

I didn't want to admit it, I really didn't want to admit it, but I was starting to have some rather strong feelings for the prince. It was more than just as a friend, that much was obvious, and I guess he did feel the same, considering the amount of times we had actually kissed now. But it still felt wrong to me, it still felt like I was messing everything up and changing what was meant to happen.

The legend was Arthur and Gwen, not Arthur and Isabella. I didn't want to mess around with that, even if it did make me feel a little sad. That dream, the fact that Arthur and I were… oh, that would have been nice. It really did start out as a nice dream, but it quickly turned into a nightmare when I started to panic about how none of it could be real.

That was when I realised, because I had panicked, because I had been scared, it had turned from a rather nice dream and into a nightmare. I had control of it, and because my emotions had started to spiral out of control a little, so had the dream. But I still didn't fully understand how I had managed to drag Arthur into it all as well.

"Oh God, how stupid can you get!" I grumbled to myself, putting my head in my hands. "This was all my damn fault! It was my stupid dream, and I dragged Arthur into it. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!" I ended up growling, which just resulted in me getting the attention of whoever was walking past the chamber, since they decided to knock on the door.

I shuffled over to it and slowly puled it open, revealing a slightly bemused Gwen standing there. "Is everything all right, My Lady?"

"Yup, just a little fed up and bored while I wait for Arthur to come back." I told her as I moved away from the door and over the chair I had sitting by the window.

"Did you enjoy your walk earlier? I spotted you both sitting down on the grass for a while as well." Gwen was probably just trying to make conversation to keep me occupied until Arthur came back or something.

"Yeah, it was nice. We had to sit down because of the pain I was getting." It was only then that I noticed the slight pain that was back in my chest. "I'm not as great as I make out to be, and Arthur can always see when it hurts, no matter how much I try to hide it."

All Gwen could do was smirk at me. "I'd be more surprise if he couldn't see. When I heard what he had done to your chamber, well I couldn't believe it and neither could Morgana. But now I can see that it was true, and he really did fill your entire chamber with flowers."

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "I couldn't believe it either to be honest. But it was a really nice gesture." And it had been, it had been such a wonderful surprise, and words couldn't express my gratitude to Prince Arthur. Not just for the flowers, but for everything he has done for me, kidnapping me, hiding me, defending me, he was doing all of that for me, but what was I doing for him? That was going to have to change, okay, so I had made soup, big deal, I needed to do more, so much more.

A/N: Bet none of you saw that one coming, did you? All this is very important to something that is going to happen very soon. One thing leads to another and… well, you're just going to have to wait and find out.

Thank you to everyone who has favourtied/followed the story, glad to see people are still reading it. And I want to say an absolutely massive thank you to everyone who has taken the time to leave a review, no matter how big or small.

Next chapter coming soon, hopefully!

Pippa.