Morgana can scarcely believe her eyes. Her heart lurches as she meets his azure blue eyes. He is even more handsome than she remembers.
"Ready?" Arthur's voice is patient and sympathetic, two traits Morgana has forgotten he has, hidden underneath the trained arrogance and indifference that come from being a prince. She doesn't have to be asked twice.
Ignoring the pain in her throbbing back, Morgana scrambles to her feet.
Snap! A branch suddenly cracks under Arthur's foot as he steps backwards.
"What was that?" A harsh voice sounds from beyond the campfire, and several figures quickly rise from their beds. Morgana sees a head turn in her direction, and catches the terrifying gleam in a pair of cold eyes as the bandit notices her.
"One of the boys is escaping!" He yells to his companions. Suddenly the area is full of shouts and sounds of swords being pulled from scabbards. In the frenzy, Morgana feels someone grab her hand and pull her away.
"Run Morgana!" Arthur's voice yells frantically. She suddenly comes to, and pelts through the undergrowth as fast as she can, despite the growing agony in her back. She feels thorns scratch her face and arms, and a low-lying branch tugs the cap from her head, allowing her hair to tumble wildly past her shoulders.
Footsteps pound behind them, and they reach the horse with the bandits hot on their heels. The adrenaline pumping in her veins keeps her moving, and, as she pulls herself up on the horse, Arthur mounts behind her.
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