I wasn't entirely sure what time it was, but I knew there was a lot of commotion going on around me. People were talking in hushed voices, and I could definitely hear Arthur's voice in there somewhere. I ended up letting out a slight groan as I rolled over on the bed, pulling the covers that had been thrown over me at some point up and over my head.

Everything went silent then, apart from the soft footsteps that were growing louder. I felt the side of the bed dip a little before someone tugged the covers back down. "Isabella?" As I expected, it was Arthur.

I let out another groan. "What?"

"I'm sorry, did we wake up?"

"Yes. Yes, you did. What are you doing making so much noise?" I had no idea what was going on around me, but I knew that everyone was okay. Arthur was there, so I knew that I wasn't in any danger or anything.

He chuckled a little, before brushing my messy hair away from my face. "Well, since you have decided to claim my bed as your own, we are trying to move things around to fit another bed in here." Arthur told me, with a hint of humour in his voice. He wasn't angry or annoyed at me for deciding to take his bed, he knew I was just borrowing it to get a little sleep.

"Is there any chance you could do it a little more quietly? I had a rather traumatic night, if you hadn't noticed." I was in the mood to be a little cheeky with him, because I knew that I was going to be able to get away with it.

"And here I was, thinking that you found it to be ever so exciting." It was amusing how with Arthur there everything just seemed better.

I gave him a little hum in response before answering him. "It wasn't all that exciting. Anyway, how much longer is this going to take? I want a little more sleep." I was actually still rather tired, and knowing that Arthur was always going to be in the same room as me, it really did calm me down. I wasn't scared to sleep if I knew he was going to be there.

"You could always help us, and then we would be done quicker." I felt his hand rest on my cheek, just below where the hideous cut was, and I flinched a little.

I forced my eyes opened and look up at him. "I would love nothing more than to help you, Arthur, but unfortunately I am still slightly unwell and I just don't have the strength or energy to help." I told him, knowing that I was going to be able to get away with that excuse.

He simply rolled his eyes at me. "Oh, of course, Isabella. You just stay there, don't worry about a thing." Arthur said to me, and I knew he was being sarcastic.

"I won't worry, but can you at least be a little quieter?" I asked him, before actually having a look around the room. They had already moved some of the big furniture, like the wardrobes and the large chest of drawers. It was Arthur and Merlin shifting the table that had disturbed me and woken me up.

Once again he rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever you desire, Princess Isabella." He replied, taking a hold of my injured hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "Is there anything you require before I attend to this task?" He was still being cheeky and playful, and I kind of liked it.

I put on my thinking face, wondering if there actually was anything that I wanted. "Uh, actually…" There was something that I wanted, and I felt a bit of an idiot having to ask for it. "I… uh, I wouldn't mind having something to eat." It hadn't been easy for me to admit that, because I wasn't that bothered about eating but I knew Arthur was going to be on my back about eating properly now.

Arthur just looked at me with a strange expression. "Merlin, did you hear the same thing that I just heard?" He said, turning and looked at his servant. "Did Princess Isabella actually…"

The warlock looked at him, nodding with a shocked look on his face. "Yeah, I think she did." He stopped what he was doing and came to stand by the bed. "Do you think I should go and fetch Gaius? Clearly isn't well, Sire."

I let out a groan at the way the pair of them was acting. "Okay, yeah, go ahead. Make fun of me, tease me because I thought it would probably be better for everyone if I tried to have something to eat. But hey, it's okay, I don't have to eat." I turned my back to both of them, laying back down and pretty much sulking.

"Do you think that maybe she is in a bad mood?" I heard Merlin ask Arthur in a hushed voice.

"No, I think she's just being grumpy because she is hungry." Arthur told him, defending my childishness a little. Yes, I was being childish, sulking and acting like spoilt little brat. "And possibly that she was woken up as well."

"Right, well, I'll go and get Princess Isabella some breakfast." Merlin said, before I listened to him leaving the room.

Although I had heard Merlin leave, I knew that Arthur was still beside me on the bed. "Are you going to be grumpy all day, Isabella?" He eventually asked me, seeing that I wasn't going to move.

"I don't know." I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter. "Maybe. It depends on how much you and Merlin annoy me." I really was feeling in a bit of a weird mood. I had woken up feeling just a little groggy, but now I was feeling even worse. Maybe I was just hungry, like Arthur said.

"Well, Merlin has gone to fetch some breakfast for you, although it is past noon." I hadn't thought that it was that late already, it thought it was just a little later in the morning, not after noon. "You might feel a little less grumpy after having something to eat."

I couldn't help but let out a groan. "Stop calling me grumpy. I'm not grumpy, I'm just… not entirely happy." I moaned at him, still trying to decide why my mood was so bad. He could have been right, that I was hungry, or it could have been because I was still tried, I wasn't sure.

A hand rested gently on my cheek. "Isabella, are you sure that everything is okay?" And there it was, the concern that was flooding through his voice.

With a slight sigh, I rolled over to where Arthur was and opened my eyes. "No." I whispered to him. "Arthur, I'm scared. He's coming for me, and he is going to kill me." My eyes were starting to sting, and I knew that was because the tears were starting to build.

"No, that is not going to happen. I will not let him anywhere near you, Isabella, do you understand me?" The Prince told me firmly. "He is not going to kill you, because he will not have the chance."

It was no use, the tears had already started rolling down my cheeks. I wanted to believe him, I really did, but how could I? My uncle had one goal, to claim the throne, and I was standing in his way. He knew he had to take me out before going after my brothers, because with me gone, they would be more likely to make a mistake.

"Now stop this, Isabella." Arthur told me, brushing away the tears with his thumb. "You know you are protected here, I'm not going to let you out of my sight, so he has to get through me first." I know he was trying to reassure me, but honestly, it was only making things worse.

I knew that Arthur had sworn to protect me, and that just made me worry even more. "And who's going to protect you, Arthur?" I managed to ask him. "He has magic, he could do anything. He was capable of killing my parents, his own brother. He doesn't care who he hurts, as long as he gets what he wants." I needed to let him know that I was worried about him as well, because I didn't want Arthur to get hurt, especially not for me. "I don't… I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Isabella, you really do worry too much. You know that I am…"

I knew exactly what he was going to say next, so I cut him off. "One of Camelot's finest warriors. I know, I know, you tell me often enough. But guess what, Arthur, that doesn't stop me from worrying."

He let out a sigh as he looked at me. "Why do you have to be so… impossible?"

"Because I wouldn't be me if I wasn't?" I replied, knowing that he was just getting a little frustrated with me, and everything I was saying. I couldn't help the fact that I was worried, I just was. "You have to at least try to understand why I'm worried, Arthur. It's not just my life that he is threating now, you are in danger as well. Think about how that makes me feel, knowing that you're in danger, because of me."

Arthur was actually listening to me, I could tell by the way that he was gazing at me. "I… I never thought of that before."

I kept gazing back at him, our eyes still locked. "My life being in danger, I can handle, sort of. I just have to be scared and worried about myself. But it's not just me anymore, Arthur. It's you and the whole of Camelot, and it's all my fault." And so began the tears, again.

He let out a sigh as he started to wipe away the tears before they made it down my cheeks. "None of this is your fault, you can't keep thinking that it is. You have done nothing to deserve any of this either, and I am sorry for not realising sooner how badly this was affecting you."

"You don't have to be sorry, Arthur." I told him, trying to pull myself together and stop the waterworks. "I, uh, I'm not very good at telling people when things are bothering me. I'm used to just keeping things to myself."

"Well, that needs to stop, Isabella. If something is wrong or bothering you, then tell me. You're not the only person that worries." His thumbs lightly brushed against my cheeks, and I had to blink several times to stop those stupid drops of water from falling again. Then, Arthur leaned in a little closer, and my breath caught in the back of my throat.

Our faces were just inches apart, and I really though that my heart was going to jump out of my chest. And it almost did when the door flew open and Merlin came barging in. "Isabella I got you…" He stopped and looked at us both. "Oh, sorry, am… am I interrupting?"

Arthur rested his forehead against mine, letting out a loud sigh while I smiled and done my best to contain my giggles. "No, Merlin, of course you're not interrupting." The Prince replied, a little bit of hostility in his voice. I couldn't help but let a small, quiet giggle out. "Do you find this amusing, Princess?" Arthur whispered to me.

I looked at him innocently, our foreheads were still touching, and his hands were still on my cheeks. "Somewhat, yes." I was just being honest with him, because I was actually finding it really funny. Merlin just seemed to have the most impeccable timing.

"You are impossible."

All I could do was smile at him. "I aim to please." I replied, before closing the gap, giving him a very quick peck on the lips before darting away from him and over to the table.

I think I sent both Arthur and Merlin into shock. Merlin was just standing there with a tray of food, completely frozen with his wide eyes looking at the spot where I had just been. Arthur hadn't moved either, and I couldn't see the reaction on his face. I couldn't help but feel a little smug, I was rather proud of myself for actually having the guts to do that. I had give Prince Arthur of Camelot a peck on the lips while his servant, Merlin the greatest warlock ever, was in the room. Oh, the scandals that it would create if it went past the four walls that were surrounding us.

I ended up having to clear my throat to get someone's attention. "Uh, hello? I'm withering away over here." I said, waving at Merlin who was still holding the tray. Honestly, I was surprised that he hadn't dropped it from the shock.

"Oh, yeah. Right, sorry." Merlin replied, finally coming back to his sense and his cheeks turning red a little. I had to stop myself from laughing at him, the whole thing was just too amusing for me. "I, er, I didn't know what you really wanted." He told me, before putting starting to take different things off the tray and place them on the table.

I think he had actually grabbed food for Arthur as well, judging by the meats and bread that he was putting down along with my fruit. "Arthur, you going to have something to eat? Looks like Merlin have brought enough to feed an army." He was still in his own little world until he heard me calling his name.

He didn't actually say anything as he rose from the bed and came and sat down at the table with me. There was a strange expression on his face, like he was completely lost in his own thoughts. "Will there be anything else?" Merlin asked a little nervously.

Arthur didn't answer him, he didn't even blink. "Uh, Merlin, I think I broke Arthur." I whispered, my eyes not leaving the prince. "Um, did I just break the Prince of Camelot?"

I heard Merlin chuckling a little beside me. "You know what, I think you did, Isabella. You better fix him before anyone finds out, or you're going to be in big trouble." He told me, before leaving the room.

I was actually slightly worried now, because Arthur still hadn't moved, or blinked, or said anything. His eyes just seemed to be glazed over, and it was beginning to freak me out. "Hello? Is there anyone home?" I asked him, waving my hand in front of his face. "Oh, God, I really have broken him!" I shouted, right in his face, hoping to get some kind of reaction, even if it was having him shout at me in return. "I've broken the Prince of Camelot. I'm dead. Simple as that, I'm dead. Uh, what do I do? What do I do?"

Okay, I was starting to freak out, a lot. I went and stood beside where he was sitting, waving my hand in front of his face. Nothing. Again. I ended up putting my face almost right in front of his, looking to see if he was even breathing, because it certainly didn't look like he was blinking.

Suddenly, his hands were on my cheeks, and he was closing the gap between us. I didn't even have a chance to say anything, let alone think, before his lips crashed against mine. I had absolutely no idea what had happened just they, but at least I knew he wasn't really broken. I was going to have words with him, if I remembered why I was freaking out in the first place.

My head was fuzzy when he eventually pulled away, his eyes boring into mine. I knew that my cheeks were burning red, I could feel the heat rising from my neck. "So… um… are… are you still broken?" I ended up asking him, desperately wishing that my cheeks would go back to their normal colour.

I watched smile stretched across his face. "No, Isabella, I am not broken." He told me, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. I really had thought that something was wrong. "At least, I don't think that I am broken."

"Okay, good. That's good. You had me scared then, I was totally freaking out." He really had freaked me out, and I still didn't understand what had happened.

A chuckle escaped from Arthur's lips and I frowned at him a little. "Now, why exactly were you freaking out? What made you think that I was broken?" There was a hint of humour in his voice as he spoke to me.

"Uh, well… see, the thing is…" I didn't exactly know what to tell him. "You totally zoned out, Arthur. You walked over here in a daze and, well… you just looked like you were in a world of your own. I tried talking to you, but you just didn't respond."

"I was just thinking, Isabella, that's all." He told me, as if I had just completely overreacted for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

But I begged to differ. "Just… just thinking?" I asked him in disbelief. "You were just thinking? Seriously? And you didn't hear me shouting? You failed to notice me waving my hand in front of your face? Really? Thinking?" Okay, now I was getting a little flustered. How could he have not heard me? I was shouting, in his face.

"Yes, just thinking. I was thinking about why you would have decided to do what you did in front of Merlin." Oh, now I was definitely in trouble. So, that sneaky little kiss that I gave him really had shocked him.

I looked at the floor nervously. "Ah, that." I mumbled, now playing with my hands as well. "Well, before Merlin barged in so gracefully, you were going to kiss me anyway." I was trying to play it cool, but I was failing spectacularly.

That stupid smile on his face grew even bigger. "Oh, I was going to kiss you, was I?" Now he was just being a royal pain in the backside.

"Oh, so you weren't going to kiss me then?" I asked him, leaning in a little closer. Two could play that game. I was Isabella the Impossible and Strange Princess after all.

"What ever gave you that impression?" Arthur asked me, copying me and leaning in a little more as well.

Now our faces were only inches apart once more. I made the point of moving just a little closer, so that the space was much less than just an inch. "Well then, I guess being this close to someone means something else." I told him, before sharply pulling back. "I'll remember that for next time."

I didn't bother to look at him, as I walked back around to the other side of the table and sat myself down. I was still hungry, and although Arthur's little stunt had caused a wonderful distraction, my stomach was bringing me back down to reality. If I had looked, I would have noticed his eyes follow my every movement.

Neither of us spoke while we ate, and both of us avoided looking at each other, well, I avoided look at Arthur. I didn't even bother to look up when there was a knocking on the door. I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the bread that was in my hand while Arthur called for them to enter.

"Uh, is everything all right, Sire?" Merlin called from the doorway, probably nervous and wondering if Arthur was still broken.

I kept quiet and acted like I had no idea what was going on around me. "Yes, Merlin. Have you finished emptying out Isabella's wardrobe yet?" I heard Arthur ask him.

"The dresses are ready to be moved, and so is the wardrobe." I could tell that Merlin really didn't know what to say, or what to think, and I was pretty sure I could feel his eyes just burning into me at one point.

"Then we should get back to work." Arthur announced, pushing his chair away from the table and getting himself up. "There is still much that needs doing." I heard him walking over to the door, but I didn't hear the door close.

I was slightly confused. Arthur had told me that he was not going to leave me alone, he was not going to let me out of his sight, and yet he had left me in his chamber alone, with the door wide open. It felt like someone was watching me, and so I slowly turned my head to look at the doorway. I could feel my chest pounding, because I was actually rather scared.

What I saw was not what I was expecting. "Is there something wrong, Isabella?" Arthur asked me, actually standing in the doorway, looking at me with concern.

I quickly shook my head at him, and turned my attention back to the table, even though I was done eating. Okay, so maybe he hadn't left me there on my own like I had thought he had. "You've left Merlin to move that huge and heavy wardrobe all on his own?" I asked him, refusing to turn and look at him.

"No." He told me, before I heard his footsteps getting closer to where I was sitting. "Sir Leon is helping him. I said I wasn't going to let you out of my sight, Isabella, and I meant it."

He kneeled down next to me, I could see him out of the corner or my eye. "Oh, okay." I managed to say rather quietly. Yeah, I felt a little silly thinking that he would have actually left me sitting there on my own with the chamber door wide open.

"Isabella, did you actually think that I had left you in here on your own?" He asked me, causing me to just shrug my shoulders. I felt stupid enough as it was, he didn't need to make it worse. "I made a promise, Isabella, and I am not going to break that."

"I know."

Obviously he didn't believe me, as he made a point of placing his hand under my chin and turning my head, forcing me to look at him. "What's wrong? Because this isn't just about you thinking I had left you here alone." Oh, he was getting way too good at reading me. And I did not like it one bit.

"Nothing, I'm just having one of my little mood swings." I told him, still being forced to look into his blue eyes. "You know how they like to make a random appearance."

He studied me carefully, searching my eyes, my face, everything. "No, there is something that you're not telling me, Isabella." Yup, he was getting way too good at reading me.

"Arthur, it's nothing. Honestly, it's just me being me. Come on, I'm strange and impossible." It was all I could say, and I just hoped that he dropped it. I didn't want him to know that I was actually scared that he was upset with me and had left me there. I didn't want to admit to him that I thought I had hurt him and that he had stopped caring.

But, as seemed to be the case these days, Arthur was more perceptive than I gave him credit for. "You are the most impossible woman I have ever met, princess or not." Arthur told me, tucking my hair behind my ear. "But I know when you aren't telling me the truth."

I let out a sigh, as I tried to decide what exactly I was going to tell the Prince. I didn't particularly want to tell him the truth, but I had a feeling that my only option was to actually be completely honest with him. "It's just… what happened earlier." I wasn't going to be specific, I was going to leave him to work some things out on his own. "And I thought… It doesn't matter."

I was lucky, because a was saved from any more questioning when Merlin and Sir Leon appeared, struggling to move the gigantic wardrobe that had now left my chamber. Arthur just gave me a firm look, telling me that the conversation was not as over as I had hoped, before he went to help them bring the thing inside.

So I ended up sitting there for a few hours, doing nothing while they struggled to get everything all set up around the room. I did actually offer to help, but Arthur said that I would most likely cause an accident, which I thought was rather unfair. He did, however, allow me to start putting all my clothes away myself, rather than having Merlin do it later. Also, it gave me a chance to go through the things that I had, and burn a certain dress that was in the pile somewhere.

I was actually so engrossed with what I was doing, that I didn't notice when Arthur closed the door to his chamber, before sitting down at the table and just watching me. He could have been sitting there for hours for all I knew, I was too busy to notice the world around me.

"Do you often to talk yourself?" He asked me, making jump out of my skin and let out a slight yelp.

"Arthur, don't do that." I warned him, taking a deep breath and calming myself down a bit. He really had scared me, because I had forgotten that I hadn't actually been alone in the room. He had been busy, so I had made myself busy.

He simply looked at me with a bemused expression, as if wondering what the hell he had done wrong. "Is everything all right?"

I let out a sigh and shook my head. "Yup, forget it. What are you doing sitting there and watching me?" I asked him, picking up the dress that I had dropped and dusting it off. It was one of the ones that Morgana had given me, and it was rather revealing if you asked me, not something I was likely to wear too often.

"I was wondering if you were ever actually going to stop. How many dresses do you actually have?" Arthur asked me, getting up from where he had been sitting and over to where I was standing.

"No idea, but clearly not enough since there is still plenty of space for more." I told him, hanging the dress up on the crude hanger in the wardrobe. "I mean, this is rather pathetic for a Princess if you ask me."

That was when he noticed a single dress, crumpled up on the floor, kicked away from the rest. I cringed as he walked over to it and picked it up, brushing it down and dusting it off. "Well, if you're going to just throw them anywhere…"

I bit my lip as I snatched it off him. "Shut up, Arthur." I snapped, bundling the dress into a ball as I walked towards the fireplace. Before Arthur had a chance to say anything, I had tossed it onto the flames, and it started to burn straight away. I stormed past him and back to the wardrobe, where I started looking through the dresses again. It was just something to occupy my mind to be honest.

It must have only been a few minutes later when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "That was the dress that…" I nodded at him, not bothering to turn and looking at him.

"Yeah, it was." I was glad that I had thrown that dress on the fire, because I would never wear it again since my uncle describe it in that letter. "Anyway, have you finished dragging things around for the day?" I asked him, trying to get my mind back from my uncle. I had been doing rather well about not thinking about it, and then I had seen that stupid dress.

Arthur slowly turned me around a little. "Have a look yourself." And I did. I saw that while I had been distracting myself, they had managed to get the bed in. God knows how they managed that, it was a four poster bed so I'm pretty sure it had been taken apart and then put back together again once it was there. Either way, my bed was there.

I made sure look really dejected at seeing my bed. "Oh, the bed's here. I guess that means that you want your own bed back now." I told him sadly, looking around the now rather cramped room. The chamber wasn't exactly designed for two beds, and everything just seemed all squished together, but it was the best that Arthur could do. Unless he locked me in the dungeons.

"I spend hours getting that bed in here, and all you can do is ask me if I want my bed back?" Arthur asked me, a slight hint of… something, in his voice. He wasn't angry, he wasn't annoyed, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

I turned myself around and looked at him. "I told you, your bed is more comfortable than mine. If you don't believe me, you take that bed, and I'll have yours." There was an innocent look in my eyes, but what I was suggesting was just a way for me to steal his bed from him.

He seemed to think about my suggestion for a moment, the cogs turning in that head of his. "Okay, fine, but I don't see how it can be as bad as you suggest it is."

The moment he said that, a smile stretched across my face. "Maybe it isn't, maybe I just wanted to keep you from having your own bed." I informed him, going and throwing myself onto his bed, which was temporarily going to be my bed. "Now, do you mind, I'm trying to sleep?"

Arthur chuckled at me, before I felt the bed dip a little beside me. Suddenly, I was being gently pulled, and I was held against something firm, and warm. "You are absolutely impossible, Isabella."

This time I chuckled. "I aim to please, Sire."

It really wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, moving into Arthur's chamber. Sure, I had spent a week living in the some room with him before, but that had been different, no one else knew I was there. I had claimed his bed then, because he was being a gentleman and slept on the mattress on the floor. Now, it was a more permanent situation. My wardrobe, bed, and clothes were all there. I had quite literally moved into Prince Arthur's chamber, and I knew that the gossip was going to spread quickly about all of this. I was looking forward to hearing what they had to say.

A/N: Well would you look at that, an update after a week! For some reason, I've been really into my writing, actually I do know why, a certain member of my family has upset me to the point where I don't want to know her anymore. So I've been immersing myself into my stories to try and forget about it.

We got some action coming up in the soon, I promise, and more Merlin. I know what I'm going to do, I just need to finish getting it down.

Anyway, hello to everyone who has favourited/followed this story! Glad to see that there are still people out there who are finding it and enjoying it. Big massive thank you to grapejuice101 and crazykenz for reviewing the last chapter. Reviews have definitely started dwindling, but I hope people are still enjoying the story.

Okay, time for me to shut up and post it. I've wasted enough time as it is just staring at the screen, I should be writing! Until next time!

Pippa.