"I have been meaning to thank you sir." I whispered. My chest was burning with every breath and movement.

"Please my lady." Lancelot turned towards her. "No thanks are needed. If it was not for Arthur and the woad, we wouldn't have found you."

I smiled at the mention of the woad. I had yet to go see her. "Still sir, you saved me from one painful night again. I am in debt to you."

The knight shook his head. "No you are not."

I shrugged. "Yes I am." Kicking my horse into a faster pace, I left before he could protest. But was quick to slow her down, the jolting was irritating my back and wounds.

"You should not be riding, my lady." Arthur's voice startled me.

"Arthur!" I yelped.

Giving me a kind smile, he reached for my horses reins. "Here." Removing his cape he, placed it between me and the back of the saddle. "That should help with the movements."

Leaning back I sighed. "Thank you sir."

"No sir, please just call me-"

"Arthur!" Lancelot yelled. A certain strain in his voice.

"That." He chuckled. "Arthur."

"Then please no my lady. My name is Ysmay." I replied.

Giving me a small bow he turned his white steed and trotted away. Glancing back at him I couldn't help, but glanced at both of them. They were both the same yet so different. I could end up falling for either of them. Taking my spot next to mothers carriage, we kept going until night fall.

I took a quick shower, mother checking my wounds for any infection. Thank god I didn't have any. After I changed, I decided a bit of air would be good. Wrapping the red cape arm around myself, I trailed outside. The cold air was a welcoming change, to my hot skin. I walked towards the tree where my mare was currently tied at. Patting her on the neck, something bumped into my shoulder. Glancing back I smiled at the black steed and gray stallion, Arthur's and Lancelot's horses. Why do they look so much bigger than before. The black stallion was impossible to see in the night, the fog from his breath the only give away. Patting each stallion on the muzzle I leaned against my mare. Looking up at the sky, I smiled gently. It has been so long since I have seen the bright moon and sparkling stars.

"My lady." The soft yet fierce voice startled me.

"Arthur." I placed my hand on my chest, exhaling a breath. "You frighten me."

"My apologies." He smiled, giving me a small bow of the head. "May I ask what you are doing out here alone?"

Shrugging I leaned against my mare. "Wanted to take some air, it's been a while since I have seen the moon and stars." Looking up at him I smiled. "Besides I am not alone."

"Oh?"

"I have them." I gestured to the three horses.

He simply snorted. "May I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Earlier today you ordered your fathers guards and they obeyed."

"You want to know why." I finished, which earned me a nod. Taking a deep breath, I glanced down at my hands. "I for some reason was never into religion. Father favored Alecto before me. I am the oldest, father didn't care for that. So to have to deal little of me, he gave me command of the guards. I trained and fought with them. They hold some loyalty to me, but there are some that have loyalty for my father only."

Arthur took his time to let it sink in. Glancing at the bow and arrow he smirked. "Now I know you are decent with the sword. How well are you with the bow?"

I shook my head with a scoff. "Not good. I am a good rider and a fighter, but the bow has never been my thing." He reached down, for the arrow and smiled at me. "You have to be kidding me."

Arthur shook his head. "The moon is full, which gives us enough light. I am going to teach you how to shoot. Now Lancelot would be better, but I'm here. The sword and combat are helpful in close combat. But there may come a time where you will need this."

"Says the legendary Arthur."

Arthur gave me a weird look. "The what?"

I laughed. "While I was with my father's army, I heard many stories. Of you and your knights. Your victories and blood shed. Not to mention all the heroics and lives you have saved and helped. You are a legend sir Arthur, always mounted on the whites of the steeds. Brave, ruthless, yet loyal to his knights and friends."

"You must not believe everything you hear my lady." Arthur whispered, tampering with the bow and arrow.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, I gave him a smile. "Somehow I know I can believe this." As he lifted his head up, our eyes locked. I know it was probably only a few seconds, but time slowed down a bit causing this to feel as if hours had passed on. Clearing his throat, he handed me the bow. "This is pointless."

Arthur chuckled. "I'll teach you." He moved to stand behind me. I couldn't help, but feel the heat from his body warming me up. A wonderful mixture between the cold air and his body heat. One hand laid firmly on my stomach. The other guided my elbow and hand to the right position. "Lift you hand to your cheek. The end of the arrow, just by your chin. That's it." He moved his hands to my waist, twisting me to the side. "open your legs a little bit." Using his knee, he pried my legs open a bit. "Now take slow and deep breaths." His chest was pressed up against my back, falling into a rhythm sigh my breathing. Pretty sure he could no see how sped up my heart was. I was cut in half. One part of me focused on the target, while the other focused on him. His front up against my back, his leg in between mine, hands on my waist and chin on my shoulder. His hot breath ghosting over my neck, sending chills all over me. "Now focus on the target. Helps to imagine what you hate the most as the target." His lips ever so touching my ear. 'lord help me!' "shoot when your ready."

Taking a deep breath, I released the arrow. Not knowing I had my eyes close, I felt Arthur's chest trembled against me as the chuckled. "I missed didn't I?"

"Take a look." He whispered. Cracking one eyes open, I grinned. The arrow had hit the first line. Now not the best shot, but it was in. "I have to say, not bad. Most first timers don't make it past three feet."

"Well you're a very good teacher sir Arthur." I blushed, sending a silent thank you to the night. Looking back I jumped at having him so near.

Cupping my jaw he leaned in closer. "Arthur."

"Right, no sir." Our eyes locked once more, only this time he slowly began leaning in. My heart was racing and beating labored. He was so closed, I began to close my eyes. His breath hitting me softly on the lips. Just a few more…