-Giggles Hysterically- I've been up all night working on this so I hope you guys like it! I have no idea where I'm going with this story or where it is going to end, but it's making me happy so I'll continue to ramble on aimlessly. Anyway! Here's chapter four!

Chapter 4: Questions with No Answers *Lame Name Alert!*

Arthur watched the dancing infernos lick up toward the blackened nighttime sky as he sat out in the open forest area next to Merlin. A small amount of smoke drifted upwards, attempting to mingle with the stars and moon. The shimmering stars reminded him of Gwen's eyes.

Merlin's dorky grin distracted him from the natural beauty of nature. "What are you thinking about?" He asked with a smile that stretched from ear to ear on his face.

"That's none of your business, Merlin."

"Oh, I get it. You are thinking about Guinevere." It probably was just Arthur's imagination, but Merlin's grin seemed to stretch even wider. "I find it absolutely amazing that you two ended up together. Especially since your father never really approved of Gwen. Or of me for that matter."

"Shut up Merlin."

"Shutting up."

"I've always been curious though. How is it that you did end up together? How did you both get past your father?"

"It's a long story, Merlin," Arthur replied sighing.

"Well, I have time."

Uther Pendragon, possibly the greatest king of his time in his eyes, prided himself in his royal court. Never had anyone but a nobleman been allowed to serve in his court, and never had he attached himself to a servant. That, his son Arthur and his ward Morgana, were the only things that he was proud of in his life. That is, since his beloved Igraine passed to the other side. This was the problem Arthur was facing. For courting a servant, he would undoubtedly face his father's wrath.

Nothing, not even death, could be worse. Arthur had never before actually feared his father, but if Uther ever found out about his 'relationship' with Gwen, it would give Arthur a chance to fear his father. There were many thoughts running through Arthur's mind as he slipped silently out his door. His heart hammered both in anticipation of seeing Guinevere again and in fear of being discovered.

The five minutes they had alone today was definitely not enough, but then again when it came to his beautiful flower no amount of time would ever be enough. He kept glancing over his shoulders making sure no one was following him through the streets of his fair city. He veered left and headed towards Gwen's house with nerves bouncing around in his stomach.

He noticed as he approached her house that a candle still burned, which meant she was still awake. Gwen was anything but stupid; she would never leave an open flame unattended. He walked soundlessly to the door of her house and knocked quietly. It took mere moments for her to open her door. "Come in Sire," she said quietly.

"Guinevere," He stepping through the door. "How many times have I told you, my name is Arthur."

"And how many times have I told you, your name doesn't matter. You will still be Prince and I will be nothing but a servant."

He sighed and moved slightly closer to her. "You will never be just a servant. Not to me at least."

"That is the most touching story," Merlin said sarcastically.

"Shut up Merlin. I was stupid, and young." Arthur answered.

"Stupid you were." Merlin agreed smiling.

"Shut up Merlin."

"Yes Sire."

Okay, so I know it sucks but I might be replacing it eventually. Who knows? Oh well. Sorry for the delay I've been writing another Titanic Fan Fiction. And My obsession with the Titanic and Camelot continue! On to chapter 5! Which WILL be better . Promise.