Dwyn's POV
The next morning, every Knight seemed to be in a haze as they prepared to leave. Every possession I had already sat on Maldwyn. No one spoke, only got everything packed and ready. I watched in a pair of brown leggings and dark blue tunic, my arms crossed and eyes downcast.
At last, I saw Arthur out of the corner of my eye. He exited the stable on horseback, armor-clad and his helmet under his arm. He didn't look at us, only urged his horse over to an opening in the fort that led up to the top of a large hill overlooking everything.
I watched him go, then mounted my horse and followed.
I had to tell him.
He had almost made it to the crest of the hill when I called his name desperately. He turned and met my eyes.
We both dismounted, and he put his helmet down.
I slowly came toward him, my hands wringing in front of me.
The wind blew into my face, and I smelled him yet again…
Except this time, I finally realized what I was smelling. He smelled like the sunrise. Every morning I'd stood on my balcony watching the sun peek over the horizon on my kingdom. The breeze that had awoken me almost every day of my life in Kosak. That was his scent. Arthur was my home.
He stopped in front of me.
"Dwyn, you have to get out of here. The Saxons-"
I put my arms around him and brought my lips to his passionately. The world around us stopped as we stood on the hill, the breeze blowing around us. He held me close and I felt safe as I poured every emotion that had rushed through my veins since I'd first seen his face into him and this moment.
At last, I ripped away and ran my hands over his chest as his rubbed my back.
I looked up at him.
"Arthur…I love you."
His eyes went almost clear as he looked at me, only a tint of green in the very center and around the edges.
"I love you too." He said at last, then kissed me again, even more passionately than before.
I wanted to stay there forever, never leave his side, never be alone.
But he pulled away and took a step back. I felt tears well up in my eyes as e looked at me in pain.
"Go, Dwyn."
A tear rolled down my cheek as I stepped toward him again. "I can't, I can't do it. I need you too much."
He took my face in his hands and put his forehead on mine, reminding me of the night before.
"Do you remember what you said to me on the lake?"
I shook my head, a fresh wave of tears hitting me full strength.
"You told me you'd never leave me, remember? I'm not going to leave you either. I promise that I'll find you, Dwyn, I promise."
He kissed my forehead and turned away, picking up his helmet and mounting his horse. Without another word, he put it on and rode to the crest of the hill.
I whipped my eyes and remounted Maldwyn, then rode down the hill, rejoining the Knights.
I hung to the back, already formulating a plan.