Llacheu watched his mother graciously leave the throne room with a bored look. He wondered if he could sit where she was sitting. These children were so… boring.

Llacheu just sighed. Esmeralda was sitting next to Cordelia, Princess Alys of Powys, and Ashli of Caerleon and Elliot. Thomas on the other hand was talking to some of the children who had magic.

Llacheu looked around and his eyes landed on a girl who was looking around and not saying much of anything to anyone. He recognized her as Princess Anicia of Powys. Llacheu found it quite odd that no one was talking to her. She was a princess for crying out loud, sure there were a lot of princesses here but she was the fairest. "Why do you not speak?" Llacheu asked.

All eyes turned to the princess of Powys whose brown cheeks lit up in embarrassment. Her whiskey colored eyes were as wide as saucers as she tried to form a response. "I have no one to have a conversation with." She admitted.

"Aren't people from your kingdom here, why not indulge them?"

Princess Anicia glared at him, "If you don't mind me asking sire, why aren't you talking to anyone? All dinner you've just been staring at us."

Llacheu just smirked before letting out a laugh, "I'm talking to you aren't I."

Princess Anicia just huffed before glaring at him.

Maybe their stays won't be so boring after all.

As Gwen walked down the Corridor she couldn't control the tears coming down her face. Something was off and she knew it. When she was banished a part of her memory became fuzzy and she didn't know why. Never had she felt so frustrated before.

All she remembered was having to tell Arthur something important but forgetting what. Gwen wiped a tear from her eyes for it was unqueenly and she had visitors.

"Gwen?" Merlin's voice rang out.

Gwen came to a halt before turning around to see a distressed looking Merlin.

"Are you okay Merlin? You seem tired, why weren't you at dinner?" She asked in genuine concern.

Merlin looked at her with a look of disbelief. "Surely you can't ask me any questions. What's happened Gwen?"

Guinevere regarded him for a moment before looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"I remember Merlin, I still remember." She whispered.

"Gwen, what are you talking about?" Merlin asked confusedly.

"When Arthur had me in exile and you found me in the woods. I see Morgana and when I wake up I'm close to the place I was banished with you there. I didn't want to say anything because that's a part of my life I tried to forget and it just keeps coming up and Owain said something about a story just like what happened to Arthur and I, and" but she was cut off by Merlin.

"You haven't rambled in fifteen years Gwen." He said.

"What happened Merlin?" Gwen asked with finality.

"You probably now more than I, but Morgana turned you into a doe. We were on a hunting trip with Mithian and I knew he wasn't over you Gwen, I knew it" Merlin began his voice thickening with emotion.

"Merlin, you don't have to-" She began but Merlin shook his head.

"You deserve to know Gwen, he almost shot you. If he knew it was you he wouldn't have, I swear it. Morgana wanted to break him by making him kill you Gwen. But he didn't."

Gwen nodded before wiping a tear from her eyes, "Does he know?" She asked.

Merlin shook his head. "No."

"He wouldn't, we don't talk about that time, ever. I don't know why but we don't." She said.

Merlin swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding. He hated to see Gwen hurting just as much as he hated seeing Arthur in pain. Gwen was his first friend in Camelot, his closest friend. And Arthur was his best friend, his brother. Merlin and Arthur may never know what happened to Gwen when she was gone and Arthur and Gwen may not know everything that's happened to him.

Don't ask don't tell.

"I'm sorry Gwen" Merlin said.

Gwen just gave a sad smile before touching his face. "Rest Merlin."

With that she began walking to her room.

Merlin sighed before walking to the courtyard.

Percival and Elena should be here soon. Plus he needed some air, the Pendragon dynasty would be the death of him.

Owain watched in silent amusement as the king of Camelot quietly picked at his food ever so often and looked to the door.

He had the king and queen right where he wanted them.

"I've been on a quest for a wife King Arthur." He began.

Arthur chuckled behind his goblet full of wine. "Is that so?"

"Yes, your queen is an example of the perfect wife. Poised and beautiful." Owaine marveled.

Arthur's icy blue eyes pierced into Owain's as he glared, "Thank you Sir Owaine, but I don't think that's too appropriate."

Owaine gave a smirk that sent a chill down Arthur's bones.

After his story Arthur believed Owaine knew more about his mother than he let on. His smirk was uncannily similar to his mother's.

He then leaned close enough so the King of Camelot could only hear him.

"You act like you resent me Arthur, like your better than me, but we're the same. We both craved our father's attention only to be shunned. Our mothers were unfairly taken from us and taken advantage of by our fathers yet when they died we still grieved. Don't act as if you don't know."

Arthur's glare could melt ice, "Like I said Owain, that was not…"

"Appropriate, I know. I don't talk to hear myself Arthur, I talk because it's what people need to hear. We deserve everything coming our way." Owain said, "Now if you'll excuse me." Owain said standing up.

Arthur stared into a candle on the table a buzzing of voice around him. "King" he said.

"Pardon?" Owain said.

Arthur distractedly turned to Owain, "You called me Arthur, its king Arthur, you're in my home."

Owain just nodded.

"Attention visiting kingdoms" Arthur boomed while standing up.

"Thank you for dining with me tonight. Disperse as you may but I'm afraid I must retire for the night. Tomorrow the tournaments will begin." With that he smiled before exiting the hall.

When Arthur finally entered his chambers he saw Guinevere sitting at her vanity in her nightgown brushing her hair.

He stood by the door for a moment before moving to undress himself.

She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it.

"Speak your mind Guinevere, you never fail to do so."

"You'd be surprised" She murmured.

Arthur furrowed his brow at her tone.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"We have secrets Arthur, we don't talk things out, ever. What Owain said proved that. We shouldn't feel cold towards each other whenever something remotely similar to our past is mentioned. It's not natural Arthur."

"This is new. Owain put those thoughts in your head?" Arthur asked gruffly.

Gwen glared at him, "They've always been there Arthur."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, and you would've known if we actually sat down and talked." Gwen said.

"Don't listen to him Gwen, he's no better than his mother."

"What has his mother got to do with anything?" Gwen asked.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." Arthur said slipping on his night shirt.

"That's what I'm talking about Arthur, we're married, we're supposed to talk!"

"If we talked then maybe you wouldn't have betrayed my trust with Lancelot!" Arthur shouted.

Gwen jumped a little in surprise at his tone. She tried hide the sob building up in her throat. He hadn't yelled at her like this since she was banished.

"Perhaps." Gwen choked out.

Arthur nodded to himself tears brimming in his eyes.

He then walked to their table and took a seat, "Let's talk Guinevere."

I don't know how this happened but it did. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I thought this should really happen because they never addressed these kind of things. I might discontinue the Visitor part of the story if I can't wrap it up in the next two chapters. The book would continue just not that story. But thank you for bearing with me. Comment and review, I appreciate it, thank you.