Okay guys. I know you must all hate me, but I have had soo much to do over the last few months. I am studying for my GCSE's and I haven't necessarily had time to update which is why my updates are so infrequent. So I apologize because it has been so long since I updated here is a small recap:

Set a few weeks after the Dragon attacks Camelot, Gwen gets attacked from an unknown assassin in her home and nearly dies. She stumbles to Gaius' chambers and she is miraculously healed. Arthur finds out and decides that life is too short to worry about Status and decides to nurse her himself. Uther finds out that Gwen was attacked and offers her refuge in the Castle as we find out that Gwen was adopted by Tom and her real parents were best friends with Igraine and Uther and they were her guardians. Lancelot reappears and is reluctantly made a knight again by Arthur who is jealous. Lancelot wants to get back together with Gwen but she refuses because she loves Arthur, even though both Arthur and Gwen have been having problems because she refuses to tell Arthur who attacked her causing friction between the two, causing Gwen to not tell him that She is of Noble birth and keeping it a secret from him as he was away when she found out...

And here we are...

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'We have encountered a problem my lord...' Stephen mumbled, his eyes looking into the ruthless figure in front of him.

'A problem? ' He put his wine goblet down. 'what kind of problem'

'There have been difficulties in bringing Gwen.'

'Difficulties? What kind of difficulties?' His menacing voice echoed even though the tent was rather small.

'She has been taken under the wing of Uther Pendragon...it seems he remembers the promise he made to Isabella all those years ago...' The man rose from his chair, and rubbed his chin.

'Damn Uther Pendragon...I need Guinevere, or this is not going to work!' he hit the pole in the middle of the tent.

'Was it not you who nearly killed your own niece Uncle?' Another voice drawled.

'Nearly killed her Elyan, I knew she wasn't going to die...'

'You stabbed her in the arm! She's my sister Uncle! I will not allow any more harm to come to Guinevere...Not anymore!' Elyan reached for his sword but was pushed against the pole in the centre of the tent.

'Remember this Elyan; it was me you ran to when you deserted your beloved sister and good for nothing father. Remember who it was who took you in.' He posed his dagger threateningly towards his neck. 'Do you understand, dear Nephew?'

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"My Lady, the King wishes to have an audience with you," Lancelot announced as I was eating my breakfast, I paused with the spoon half way to my mouth.

"He has confined me to my chambers, forbidden me from seeing my Godchildren and my best friends. He then has the audacity to request my presence after keeping me under lock and key for a week? How he infuriates me," I sighed, running my finger through my hair.

"My Lady, you were out in the fields yesterday," he pointed out.

"But that took a great deal of sneakiness and planning. It took the 6 days I was confined to come up with that plan," I pushed the chair back.

"What is your decision?" He inquired.

"Well, he is our King. Who am I disobey?" I pulled out a silky red dress, "Tell him I shall see him, if that is what he wishes..."

"Yes My Lady," Lancelot bowed.

"I told you Lancelot, its Gwen." I walked behind the screen, smiling. Lancelot chuckled leaving the room.

The dress was magnificent, a gift from Uther. All this because I was attacked just over a week and half ago. But looking back I wish Uther had never found out, and that my life was just as simple as it had always been...

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The chainmail and armour was polished to perfection, my sword hung at my side as I left my chambers that morning. I only noticed now that there were guards stationed outside Gwen's chambers and Lancelot was talking lowly to the one on the right. Why were there guards?

"Lancelot? What's going on?" he looked at me, before dismissing himself and walking towards me.

"With what My Lord?"

"The guards? What are they here for?" I gestured towards them.

"You don't know?"

"Know what?" I felt like an idiot, and that was usually Merlin's job.

"About the Lady Guinevere?"

"The Lady Guinevere? What is going on?"

"Well she has been confined to her chambers for the last week. Only three knights and Merlin have been able to see her."

"Lancelot, what on earth is going on? I know for a fact she was out of her chambers yesterday, I saw her." I sighed.

"My Lord if you want to know about the Lady Guinevere, you must ask her yourself. Though good luck, the King wishes her to be only seen by a handful of visitors." With that Lancelot bowed and left.

I glanced at Guinevere's door and checked the hallway, the coast was clear. The Guards looked at me as I entered her chambers, a little bemused. I paid them no attention and shut the door behind me. Guinevere was nowhere to be seen; I assumed she was getting dressed as her soft humming rang through the rooms. There on the table was she half eaten breakfast and large leather bound book that had been left precariously open. I shifted to scan the contents. They were merely the records of the nobility births that had taken place. Morgana was there, born in the 6th year of my father's reign and then some of my knights. I paused suddenly. No...This couldn't be right. It couldn't be right, it wasn't possible. No, she would have told me.

"What are you doing?" Guinevere appeared from behind the screen, in a beautiful red dress that complimented her figure her hands on her hips; her eyes were angry and she had a frown on her face. I snapped the book shut in my surprise. She was angry with me.

"I came to talk to you" I said, she raised her left eyebrow in disbelief.

"About what, my lord?" She began walking slowly towards me, her hips swaying as she did so.

"I understand you have been confined to your chambers?" My mouth was dry.

"Why are you even talking to me? Last night you were angry with me."

"I still am," I said, she took the book lying on the table. Laying it gently in her arms. "But that does not mean I am not concerned for you,"

"Oh really? Didn't seem that way last night," She glared at me, that look I had never seen on Guinevere; and I was scared.

"Guinevere, what more can say to you? I apologized; I told you how I feel-"

"When did you apologize to me? When exactly in that entire ridiculous tirade about Lancelot and me getting married did you apologize?" Guinevere was angry...I had never seen her like this. And mentioning Lancelot...My blood started to boil.

"I understand that it was a slightly ridiculous notion, and I apologize!" the annoyance began to seep into my voice. Guinevere closed her eyes, and hugged the book close to her chest.

"I am tired of arguing with you Arthur. Let's just cool off for a few hours and when we have both calmed down we can talk." Guinevere sighed; she looked tired; like she had been up all night.

"Fine. I trust I will see you at Leon's feast this evening." I put on my formal voice.

"Indeed you shall," Gwen yawned. "Good day Sire" And with that she turned her back on me.

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I had not planned on going to Leon's birthday celebration...as a guest. But my new role in society meant that it was now compulsory. I had never envied Morgana when she had to attend these feasts. Uther and I were standing in the antechamber outside the hall. Because it was my first official feast, I had to be announced it would be a gross misjudgement to merely enter like all the other nobility.

"Are you alright Guinevere?" Uther asked he was wearing his crown and black outfit; I smiled at him through gritted teeth.

"Yes my Lord. I thank you that you allowed me to attend the festivities and allow me to leave my chambers. I am most grateful" he took my hand and squeezed it.

"I am sorry the way that I handled things. You were hurting; I should have understood it was quite a shock."

"Yes My Lord, it was. But I have had a week to mull it over, and I am now considerably more open to the idea."

"I know you have not had the opportunity but there is a statue of your Mother in the Royal gardens. I can show you sometime. If that would be ok?" He asked. This was the man who had killed my father...Tom. He had ruined my life, but I could not bear to refuse him.

"I would like that very much sire."

"Excellent." He took the hand he was holding and placed it on top of his hand. He nodded to Paul to open the door. I heard trumpets on the other side of the door and a man say 'Presenting, King Uther Pendragon and the King's Niece,' my title, I was officially known as the King's Niece because my mother was practically his sister, they were so close.

The Doors opened and I was met with a sea of faces, most rude but a few friendly faces. The knights, Merlin and Gaius. "The Lady Guinevere Leodegrance" Uther announced. There was a round of applause and titters amongst the crowd. I saw Arthur, he looked a little gobsmacked and the guilt of not telling him first began to creep up on me. He was clapping in a daze not daring to look in my direction. Uther kissed my hand and he then dispersed.

I was immediately met by Merlin and Gawain. Gawain took it upon himself to be my escort and be the pretty thing on his arm. It was certainly amusing the looks we got from people. Several people gasped when Merlin and I hugged. We steered clear of most of the Noble women, they were all huddled in a corner gossiping and pointing at me. I rolled my eyes and waved at them deliberately, causing another stir. The one exception was Nora. She was lovely and she was the only noblewoman I could talk to.

"Don't worry about those vultures; they were all like this when Morgana first came to court. It will die down sweetie." She laughed, stroking her bump. I smiled.

"Really, I hope so. I find myself willing for the days when I was serving the food, not eating it." I giggled.

"They just need to get to know you."She ran her fingers through her long hair. I nodded.

"I am going to the balcony for some fresh air. I will return shortly." I whispered to Gawain and slowly vanished out onto the balcony. The fresh air soothed my red cheeks as a light breeze flew through Camelot. The view from the balcony was exquisite, you could see to the very edge of Camelot and all the lands that lay beyond during the day. But all I could see was the lights of candles being put out in the lower town.

"I am so sorry," A voice floated through my mind. I turned around and I saw my brother, Elyan; which was impossible as we had not seen each other for many years. He was covered in blood and had a large wound on his head. He was wearing some of Dad's old clothes.

"Elyan?" I almost dared not to ask for fear of going mad; this was a vision of my brother and the sadness we had suffered through bubbled to the surface.

"Help me Sister...," he whispered before disappearing. I rubbed my eyes; clearly the wine had gone to my head and the results were unbelievable. But I felt bad, even though he had not been seen in Camelot for some time. I had to get out of here.

The heat of the great hall hit me like a tonne of bricks. Nobody seemed to notice I had disappeared. The apparition of my brother was everywhere; in dark corners of the hall and his voice saying the same thing. 'Help me...I am sorry...Sister...'

"Guinevere, are you quite well? You have not touched your food," Uther interrupted me. I had lost account of the time and was in the middle of the feast. He looked quite concerned.

"Yes My Lord, I did not get much sleep last night is all. Would it be alright if I retired to bed, I realise it is early but I simply cannot stay awake" I yawned, Arthur was paying little attention to me, which I was grateful for.

"Yes of course, as much time as you need. Have a good evening," He smiled, and the smile I returned felt false. I took my opportunity and left the table. All eyes were on me as I moved gracefully towards the door. But I was nervous. I could still hear his voice. 'Sister...help me...Please...' I rubbed my head in confusion and angst. Why was this happening to me? 'The courtyard...Sister hurry...' Elyan's voice said again. I looked at the corridor turning right would take me to the courtyard; turning left to my Chambers. 'Sister...'I sighed, and ran down the corridor. Lifting my skirts as they interfered with my mobility. I don't know what possessed me to do so; this was not something I ever did before and there was no reason to do so.

The courtyard was deserted, which was only to be anticipated. Several leaves twirled in the wind as a powerful gust of wind swept through the courtyard. My hands flew to shield my eyes and the feeling of being alone left altogether; replaced by a sense of foreboding and anxiety. A murderous laugh bounced off the walls of the courtyard; the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end.

'Guinevere, the Kings niece, how enchanting you look my dear. Ever the royal if ever there was one." The voice was matched with a figure; a tall lean man who towered above me. His menacing eyes sent a shiver down my spine.

"Uncle. What are you doing here?" I said, willing my voice not to shake.

"I wanted to know my niece was alright. I heard you were involved in a terrible accident not a fortnight ago," He snarled walking towards me, he had three men standing behind him, one was restrained.

"It was you who attacked me! How dare you talk to me with such an air of disrespect about you, you know what you did." I snapped.

"Do not forget yourself Guinevere," He grabbed my wrist, I flinched in pain, "Do not forget it was I who put you in that state, it was I who can put you back there without a second thought,"

"Do not forget yourself Uncle; I know that you need me for something and that I am needed alive." There was a grunt from the restrained man.

"I forget how clever you are, Guinevere. So much like your mother..." He stroked my cheek with his free hand.

"Where is Elyan? You used him to summon me. Now where is he?" I rolled my eyes. He narrowed his gaze. He merely laughed.

"Your useless brother is no longer a useful to me. Take him." The restrained man was thrust at my feet, he did not move. "But do not think I will not be back, my sweet Guinevere" Uncle stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

"I shall wait with baited breath Uncle, now leave." I snarled, he did not move. I titled my head to the side and smirked; taking a deep breath before letting out a blood curdling scream. Several dogs started barking, and the sound of running guards on the cobbled stone. Uncle stared at me before narrowing is eyes, turning golden and disappearing into the night sky.

"Guinevere?" A voice mumbled. Elyan was lying on the flood, fresh blood rested on his mahogany skin; and all the problems we had shared no longer mattered at this point. I knelt down, placing his head upon my knees. "I am so-"

"Shh, Shh don't worry. We will talk about this later, we need to get you sorted out." I smiled, wiping a tear away from my cheek.

"My Lady? What are you doing out here?" One of the guards said, looking at the bloodied man before me.

"Take this man to my rooms now, put him on my bed. I am going to fetch Gaius," I stood up; Elyan's eyes followed me, wide with redemption.

"Yes Milady." He bowed; I nodded then turned on my heels and headed towards Gaius' chambers. The tears now freely flowing. I did not bother to wipe them from my eyes, knocking on the door a gruff voice rang through the chambers. 'Come in' he said.

"Gaius? Can you help me?" I wept. Gaius' eyes widened in concern as he noticed blood on my skirt.

"Gwen? What is wrong? What has happened to you?" He took my head in his hands, feeling for any wounds.

"Nothing, but I desperately need your help. It is my brother-"

"Elyan? Is he back? I have not seen him for many years,"

"He is hurt, dreadfully. There is blood coming from his head and his neck and I do not know what to do!" I sobbed, "Please, he is in my chambers. Gaius he is the only family I Have left,"

"Of course My Lady, I shall be there momentarily. Go to him and make sure that there is no obstruction to the wound on his head and make sure to keep pressure on the neck, quickly!" He smiled, nodding I ran back to my chambers, pushing past people all shapes and sizes who were returning from the festivities.

"Gwen?" Merlin's voice stood above the crowd, and I stopped momentarily.

"Merlin, now is not really the best time," I slowed my pace but he abandoned the jug of Wine he was holding and walked with me.

"You've been crying. I thought you went to bed?" his eyebrow rose, "You are covered in blood. What on earth has happened?"

"I don't want to cause you to stray from your chores Merlin, I am sure Arthur has you doing mounds of work," My voice still thick from crying. I could hear Elyan's cries coming from my chambers. I gasped, and swiftly increased my pace.

"Gwen, you are my best friend. You can tell me. What happened?" We stopped at the end of the corridor which held my brother and Arthur.

"You cannot tell anyone," I whispered, "Please!"

"Of course Gwen," He held my hand and we entered my chambers. Elyan was crying out in pain. "Who is this?"

"This is Elyan. My brother," I closed the doors behind me after telling the guards to let nobody in. Not even Prince Arthur or the King. Merlin's face was one of pure and utter confusion.

"You have a brother? How come I never heard of him?"

"It's complicated. The point is now he needs me." I sighed; Elyan let out a loud groan and was writhing around on the bed. "Please Merlin, you are my friend,"

"Ok, fine. What can I do, anything to help him," Merlin smiled. I laughed.

"Fetch my lavender gown from the wardrobe; I don't want to get any more blood on this dress."

"Yes Milady," He bowed.

"Sister..."Elyan groaned, I ran over to him, the guards had long since left and the feast was only beginning to die down; the soft bed moulded under me and I grabbed his hand.

"Brother...do not try to speak. Just focus on staying well." I tried to hold back the tears, but they were increasingly stubborn.

"Things sure have changed here, I blame myself," He gasped. "I should never have left,"

"There is no point in living in the past Elyan. We will talk about this later," I kissed his hand. He smiled.

"Gwen?" Merlin appeared around a corner. "We have a problem," He gestured towards the door.

"Yannie, I will return soon," I kissed his forehead and stood up, Merlin smiled grimly at me, walking behind me. The doors opened and I was met with a confused blue gaze.

"Gaius, you can go in. Please do what you can," I said, waving him in. Arthur looked at me in confusion which was a current thing these days. Gaius moved past the guards before shooting me a glance. The doors shut behind him, Merlin smiled warmly at me. "What can I do for you My Lord?"

He said nothing only taking my hand and leading me to his chambers, the guards looked at each other warily, with each passing step I felt part of my heart stay behind with my brother. Arthur did not notice. And I suddenly felt very exposed. I did not have a chance to say anything, as soon as the door was shut; Arthur's mouth was on mine.

He pushed me against the door, his arms around my waist; the initial shock was replaced with an intense need for him. His muscle toned body underneath the royal clothes and cloak only accentuated his shoulders. My arms wrapped around his neck, forcing myself up to my tip toes. When we broke apart, my lips were swollen and neither of us let go of one another.

"I am sorry," He whispered, "I am so, so, so, so sorry,"

"For what?" I breathed, both our foreheads were touching.

"For being an arse," He chuckled, "I don't want to fight with you any more, and life is too short. I don't want to waste time arguing with you when I want nothing more than to hold you. You are the single most important thing in my- Why is there blood on your dress?" He stopped admitting his feelings and examining my attire.

"It's not important," I whispered, "I should go,"

"There is blood all over you, what on Earth happened to you," He framed my face with his hands.

"Nothing happened to me," the tears falling steadily now, "I am not injured,"

"Don't cry Guinevere," He pulled me into his loving embrace, "Tell me, what happened?"

"He is dying!" I said between gasps, "He tried to kill him...he is the only family I have left."

"Guinevere, you are not making sense. Who is dying? Who tried to kill whom?" Arthur rubbed my back.

"He came back for me. He came back for me and hurt him," I felt Arthur stiffen, his hands becoming less comforting and more strategic.

"The man who did this, he did this to?" His voice was monotonous.

"My brother, Elyan. I have to go, he did it to his own flesh and blood," I whimpered.

"Who did this to Elyan?"

"My Uncle!" I wept into his chest.

Guinevere did not see the momentary triumphant smile appear on Arthur's face as the identity of his beloved's attacker was finally revealed.