Gaius is hiding something Arthur realized as Gaius refused to make eye contact and fiddle around his dusty chamber. He knows something about Gwen's death. Arthur banished thoughts of forgetting Gwen from his mind. He wouldn't rest until he had answers about her death.

"Gaius, what exactly did Gwen die from?'

Gaius' wrinkled face fell in a deep profound sadness. "She suffered burns over most of her body. It damaged her organs, Sire."

Arthur leaned over a chair and crossed his hands carelessly before him. "Yet, Morgana lived with head trauma and extensive internal injuries. Arthur watched Gaius eyes widen as he paled in shock.

"That was different."

"So, Gwen was a dear friend to us all. Are you saying you gave better care to Morgana?"

Gaius arched a white eyebrow in his direction. "I did everything to save her life."

Arthur realized his behavior to Gaius was horrible. But, he needed to know; how was Gwen stole from him? His love would not have faltered with a few burns.

"Did she ask to die?"

"Arthur Pendragon, I would have never granted a request like that! She couldn't utter a word. She whimpered her final hours in Camelot."

Arthur lowered his blonde head. His shoulder ached, he felt like a boulder was tied to his back. In a short second, Arthur lost his peace; Gwen's tranquil faith in him. He saw nothing except gray in his world. Arthur smirked; he was deluded, he could never forget Gwen? His love for Guinevere would never die or leave his mind. He spoke useless words in her house earlier.

"Arthur?"

"Yes, Gaius."

"I am so sorry for your loss. She was a special girl."

Arthur nodded. "Good night, Gaius."

Arthur strolled towards the door. Gaius door creaked when Arthur flung it open. Arthur didn't feel an icy night air coating his muscular body. "I know you did everything to save her."

Gaius' white head bobbed up and down. "Gwen is a lovely girl. Her smile and gentle ways always makes me smile. I would do anything for her."

"Good night, Gaius."

"Good night, Arthur."

Arthur slumped against Gaius' door. He's lying. Why did he say Gwen is a special girl? She's dead. It should have been was. Something is wrong. What is going on? He said other things like Gwen is still alive. Why did I refuse to see her body? I should have held her in my arms for one last time. Merlin insisted that I stay away to remember her. Merlin took her to Ealdor. Why so far away? Nothing makes sense. Why would Merlin take her body to Cenred's kingdom? I can't go there unless I want to cause a war. Nothing makes sense. My questions have questions. Once again, nothing to soothe my soul. Just more chaos.

Merlin carefully watched Gwen. Her sad cries dampened his sprit. Morgana broke Gwen's heart tonight. It took gentle words, gestures, and finally a recreation of her conversation with Morgause in the woods to convince Gwen of Morgana's darkness. She did not deserve such loyalty from Gwen and Arthur. I should have let her die. Why do I never listen to the great Dragon? He told me that my actions would lead to a great evil. Would she do more? Morgana must be stopped without harming Gwen or Arthur.

'Still thinking?"

Gwen's turned her curly head in Merlin's direction. A weak smile graced her face. "Memories, beautiful memories of my youth with Morgana. Days of eating sweets, twisting ribbons in her dark hair, and laughter. How did she become a cold hearted witch?"

Merlin dropped next to Gwen. She rested her head on his boney shoulder. "She thinks everyone will rejection because she has magic. She's faithless. I …"

"What?"

Gwen didn't understand Merlin sudden withdrawl from her. His mind seemed miles away. What happened to Merlin? Gwen struggle to comprehend how darkness consumed Morgana's soul. Did she hurt Merlin?

"Merlin, did Morgana hurt you?"

A large hadn brushed sleep from Merlin's tired blue eyes. "We hurt each other."

"How so?"

"I poisoned her and she fed me to big poisonous bugs."

"Excuse me?"

"This is not your battle. Cast Morgana from your thoughts."

"Merlin-"

"I mean it, Gwen. She can't realize that you live. Your Morgana is dead to us. She's like a phoenix, reborn into a new life. Your connections is severed."

Gwen clasped Merlin's hand. "Of course, she did try to kill me."

Merlin rubbed his belly."Gwen, can you make soup?"

Gwen arched an eyebrow. "Something about an open flame isn't very appealing."

Arthur pushed his mashed potatoes around on his plate. He listened to Morgana and Uther's conversation. Why is she not sad? Gwen was her best friend? She laughs and jokes with my father like a great sorrow has not occurred in her life. Both of them, have they forgotten that horror of watching Gwen's body ignited in flames? Do the servants mean so little to them?

Morgana lifted a golden goblet to her crimson lips. Her green eyes sparkling in merriment. "Not hungry, Arthur?"

"I had a large lunch."

"Where's Merlin?"

"Cleaning my room."

Arthur had no idea why he lied to Morgana. Why did she ask about Merlin's whereabouts? Didn't she know he took Gwen's body to Ealdor?

"Oh, I haven't seen him around."

"Gwen's death troubles him. It was quite horrific."

"Yes," Morgana. "Just tragic."

Arthur noticed a deceptive gleam in her eyes. What am I missing? She's different. Something is wrong with Morgana. It's not grief. I remember how she mourned her father. She's doesn't care.

My life has become a riddle. I'm going to solve it. One way or another.