Chapter One

Rhiannon's P.O.V.

"Your highness...when do you think they'll be back? I'm worried, what if they got hurt and are unable to travel...Or worse! They might be dead!" I panicked throwing my arms up as I paced in front of Guinevere's desk.

"Rhiannon calm down they'll be fine. They always come back safe and sound while you panic. Please Rhiannon stop pacing you are spreading your worries." Guinevere said with a soft smile as she watched me pace.

"B-but Guinevere! How do you stay so calm?!" I exclaimed continuing my pacing.

"Rhiannon, I know Arthur and I believe in him. I also need to rule Camelot while he's gone. Please stop pacing." She said sighing as she looked at me amused.

"What about if Merlin is thrown against a wall unconscious and Arthur leaves him behind forgetting him?!" I yelled as the door burst open.

"The king's back your highness. Princess, everyone came back fine." A knight entered saying before bowing and leaving.

"Let us welcome them home." Gwen said giving me a smile.

"Hurry!" I yelled as I ran from the room hearing Gwen laughing at my childishness.

"They're back! They're back!" I yelled through the halls.

I ran all the way outside of the castle and down the steps to see the king and his knights only just riding up. I grinned and waited for them to get to the steps where they dismount from their horses. I was bouncing on the heels of my feet waiting until I saw a young man around my age sitting upon a horse. This young man seemed so familiar yet so unknown to me for I did not recognize him being from Camelot. He had beautiful dark brown curls that looked fun to play with and he was so very handsome, there was no one in comparison to his beauty. During my daze of staring at the man, everyone had arrived and were dismounting.

"Lady Rhiannon." Merlin said with his adorable grin which snapped me out of my daze.

"Big brothers!" I yelled running up to Merlin hugging him while ignoring my older brother by blood since he was welcomed by his wife.

"Hey there little prince!" Sir Gwaine chuckled from behind me as he watched me hug Merlin; Gwaine thought it a good idea to also ruffle my hair after he spoke.

"Sir Gwaine!" I yelped as I tried to fix my hair, I had spun around to face him at the sound of his voice.

"You been playing nice while I've been gone?" Sir Gwaine grinned cheekily at me which made me laugh as I gave him a hug next after hugging Merlin.

"Never! I only play nice when I need to be a good example for you!" I said with a smirk, I learned much from Sir Gwaine and my brother wasn't impressed by that.

"Oh! Your words wound me!" Sir Gwaine joked as we parted from our hug.

"Have I? You've heard worse, Sir Gwaine." I said with a raised eyebrow turning and doing a combination of running and walking to one of my favorites knights, Sir Percival.

Sir Gwaine rolled his eyes at my comment, though I did not see I knew he did as he always did. Once arriving at Sir Percival, I went straight into his open arms as I always did and as always he was very careful with how he hugged me, it was as if I would break at any moment if he wasn't careful. I adore Sir Percival but just as most of the other knights do he was very protective of me, I knew not why other than that I must look more ill than I am. I'm in perfect health of course but it would seem my suffering of illness for most of my childhood has impacted how healthy I look.

After a brief exchange with Sir Percival, I moved on to greet Sir Leon whom served under my father's ruling which I was opposed too but I did like Sir Leon for he is very loyal to his new king and queen. As always Sir Leon was disapproving of my welcoming of the other knights yet still let me give him a hug. He assured me that none of the knights were badly injured and that Morgana is suspected to be dead or dying to which I gave merely a nod of acknowledgement.

No matter how many times Morgana wronged Camelot, I could never hate her for it because of how she cared for me as a child and that it was never her fault for becoming what she has. I would never tell anyone but I hated my father for all he had done and blamed him for Morgana turning against Camelot. I dearly hoped Morgana was still alive and that there is a chance for her to become the kind woman whom I looked up to. I always wondered if magic was no longer outlawed would she return to Camelot once more? These were the thoughts of a child however and I knew that my father couldn't only be to blame just as I knew there was little chance of Morgana coming back to Camelot let alone being welcomed back with open-arms. These thoughts were what kept me up late making me attempt at drawing which isn't completely princess like in Camelot but it calms me. A silent mention of my name broke me out of my trance-like state.

'Rhiannon?' The voice said in confusion causing me to look for the source of the voice.

'Yes? Where are you? Or whom are you?' I asked with my telepathic voice laced with worry, the voice seemed familiar but I could not figure out why.

'It worked? I'm an old friend...You'll know where and whom I am soon I hope. However, I will tell you that I am a druid.' The voice, which I realized was that of a male's, said with an air of mystery to it.

'A druid? In Camelot? That's a rare occurrence. Why won't you tell me your name?' I asked the voice in hopes of an answer.

'Because you will know soon for I am either to be executed or some other unknown fate.' The voice said leaving me confused.

"Rhiannon!" My brother called before I could send my reply to the voice.

"Yes brother?" I asked as I walked over to him.

"We have a knighting to plan. Come on." He said before yelling at Merlin to hurry up and follow us in.


'...' means telepathy
"..." means talking aloud
'...' means thoughts