Hope you all enjoy this chapter! I had a ton of fun writing it! The next chapter I have in mind will be fun as well! I hope you all like it, please leave comments, I take all of them into consideration! Enjoy! Also, if you like Leah and Edward fanfic I recently wrote a chapter for it.:D

When he dreams he dreams of her. Soft caramel eyes glisten under the radiant moonlight with loose tendrils cascading along the planes of her cheekbones. Her soft skin the color of honey with eye lashes that reach as high as tree branches. He dreams simple things like the way she would feel if he touches her. He is a gentlemen of course, but, even his upbringing must bend to her beauty.

It could be fascination because she is the first woman he has ever felt this about but he doesn't care. If this is what love feels like Cupid may shoot him down numerous times. He found her not only beautiful but exceptionally smart and kind. She reminds him of his mother, soft spoken with a tongue that stings if it needs to. She cherishes what she believes in and would fight for the cause of her heart. That is how Arthur wishes to be. He wants to be a noble king, to fight for his people. A part of him is terrified that he will never amount to the greatness that is gossiped about him. However, he knows that he will try with all his might to be perfect in a world where perfection doesn't exist.

He turns over to his side in annoyance as he hears Merlin snore rather loudly. Not only is he annoying while he is awake but as he sleeps as well.

"Merlin, will you please be quiet." Arthur sluggishly says. A snore even louder than before rips through Merlin's gut and it causes Arthur to sit up and draw his sword. He notices that it is simply Merlin and throws at tree branch at him in irritation. Merlin feels the branch and lifts up in confusion rubbing his sleepy eyes with his rather large hands.

"What, what's happening?"

"You sleep rather poorly, and it was annoying me to no avail." Merlin rolls over back on his side and mumbles

"sorry my sleeping isn't to your liking you twatter." Arthur is about to say something insulting when it finally dawns on him Gwen is no longer in her same spot she is missing.

"Merlin,"

"Alright, I will try and be more quiet." Arthur shakes his head as he gets up from his sleeping position and walks over towards where Gwen was sleeping. He pats the ground and notices that it is quite cold indicating that she has left some time ago.

"Gwen is missing something must have happened to her." His voice is urgent and he immediately runs toward his horse getting it ready to run. Merlin sits up his voice takes on a sense of urgency as well.

"Are you sure."

"She wouldn't just leave Merlin. I cannot have anything happen to her." Arthur says before sliding onto his horse. Merlin nods his head, "we have to find her."

Gwen awakes with a pulsating headache as if a boulder knocked her unconscious. She looks up as she opens her eyes to take in her rather dull, cold, and moist surroundings. She is inside a dungeon for that she is quite sure. The cold brick below her makes her sit up and pull her legs together trying to conjure warmth. How she wishes she still had Arthur's cape wrapped around her body.

Arthur…

She wonders if Arthur or Merlin has realized that she is missing. She prays that they will come after her. She knows Arthur with his new found emotion; he would try to find her. The only affliction is if he would be successful. If only she could have left him small clues so that he could have known where it is exactly these people, more like monsters, are hiding her. She lifts herself up and backs her ear against the wall trying to hear anything. The only thing that is heard is the sound of the forest which she assumes is still outside. She sighs as she rubs her hands together trying to conjure up heat.

The door to the dungeon opens and some knights walk in one has a torch in his hand. Gwen backs against the wall balling her fists. If they try anything she will fight them until her dying breath. One guard with fiery red hair, matching the torch's flames in the other's hand, chuckles as he turns to the other knight.

"Seems like they make them feisty in Camelot." Gwen's eye sight slowly catches the open door. If she is fast enough she would be able to slip past them and make a run for it.

"I would advise you sir that I am not like other women. I do not care about my appearance and if you dare come near me I will be sure to attach you." The red haired guard laughs even harder his chuckle is husky.

"Don't worry pet we just want to talk, is all." He comes a little closer and Gwen knows all too well that speaking is the last idea in his mind. Gwen places her hands against the cold stone wall. Before she makes her move she will have to gain some type of knowledge about her surroundings. Only then will she know how far she is from where Arthur and Merlin are. Only then will she know how to escape. If she couldn't escape at least she will die trying.

"To where do I have the honor of being subjected to callous circumstances. What variety of king would permit his knights to subject his humble guest with such unfathomable circumstances?" She tries to sound incredibly smart throwing out her best vocabulary so that he will spare her. The knight pauses and looks at his partner with a raised eyebrow.

"We saw you in the woods with the Pendragon emblem around your neck. Only royalty wears that." The knight turns to face Gwen now his eyes are extremely dark. Gwen almost believes they are as black as his soul. His face is covered in small freckles that look like dust particles.

"However, we are also smart enough to know that you are not the lady Morgana." The other knight says. Gwen turns to glare at him. She had forgotten he is present because of his silence.

"Yes, we've been to dine at the home of the Pendragons and have never seen the likes of you before."

"Therefore, we came to the conclusion that you are the king's or prince's whore." Gwen looks confronted her lower lip twitches in anger.

"How dare you accuse me of such an atrocity?" She shakes her head. Just because she is a woman with a cape that was so graciously given to her, these men assumed she did sexual acts to receive power. Couldn't she simply be royalty ? Couldn't she be a relative of the king or prince? No she would be labeled a whore something that causes the knits of her brow to furrow in anger. She wants to punch these men.

"So we decided the king would pay a good ransom for his whore. We told our king about this and he is quite pleased."

"Yeah, the ransom should come soon because Camelot is not that far." The other knight smacks the knight with the torch because he has said too much. Yet, for Gwen he has said the magic words.

"Why are we even consulting with her?" He turns to face her, "now do what you do best and lay on your back so we can get this over with." Gwen grits her teeth together in rage.

"If you come near me I swear I will harm you." The knight walks over with a mocking look on his face. He is quite larger than Gwen, even though she has always been quite small for her age. He towers over her and even as she tries to punch him he grabs both her arms pushing them back against the wall. His breath smells of scotch and another fowl smell that she does not recognize. She wiggles under his massive hands and will not stare up into those dark eyes. She curses being a woman, she curses not having enough strength to push his hands off of her.

"Come now, I'm not subjecting you to anything you're not use to." He coos as he burrows his face against the side of her neck. Gwen screams and her scream echoes throughout the cold dark dungeon.

"Make it quick," the knight with the torch says. "I want to get a turn as well."

The red-haired knight forces his lips onto Gwen's she makes it quite difficult though. She will not open her mouth to allow his full kiss the way he wants. He becomes enraged and smacks her with one of his hands then brings it back to her hand to keep her pinned against the wall. The force of the smack causes her face to spin towards the left. Her mouth dangers open in surprise as her curls stick to her eye lashes. He presses his mouth forcefully on hers and she can taste the filth and shame of his tongue. She will not go this way she will have to fight. Her father has trained her to never give up and she will not let them take her like this.

She imagined her first kiss to be kind and soft, the type that would make her feel appreciated. Not this rushed messy type of pressure that she is feeling right now. She feels nothing but rage and hatred and that is what causes her to bite down very hard. The knight screams and Gwen uses her legs to push into his gut making him let go of her hands. She lets go of her bite and pushes the knight with all her might into the wall grabbing his sword. The knight cries in pain blood pouring from his opened wound on his tongue.

"That witch, she bit me!" The red-haired knight says as he falls to the ground in immense pain. Gwen wields the sword and points the sharp blade towards the other knight. She looks mad her hair a wild mess, her dress tattered at the shoulders and slowly fall of her shoulder blades. She has blood dripping from the side of her lips and he knows it's not her own blood.

"I will advise you sir to move out of my way." She flicks the sword more showing her skill in wielding a sword. "My father is a blacksmith and he taught me well." The knight draws his sword as well and they begin to fight.

"I will not lose to a woman." The knight spits as they combine swords she thrusts closer to him but he dodges. She has him pinned and stabs him with her sword. He looks down in surprise at the blood gushing from his open wound. Gwen kicks him with her booted heel and he falls towards the ground. She grabs the keys from his pocket and closes the dungeon door locking them inside.

She runs past a couple of cells trying to desperately find her way out.

"Maiden, over here!" She hears from another cell and it causes her to stop. No one has ever called her a maiden, and the way she is looking right now, maiden is the last thing she thought anyone would use to describe her. She paces towards the dungeon cell to find a young man with spirals of loose brown curls a top his head. His face is soft and he possesses the largest doe brown eyes that she has ever seen. Gwen looks at him skeptically as she places her hands on the bars of his cell.

"What do you want?" She asks trying to catch her breath from running.

"Let me free," the man says. However, his voice is so soft she doesn't sense a bit of urgency.

"Would should I?" She asks.

"Because I too am a knight. I know how to get out of this castle and to get back to where you need to be." He swallows softly and his voice reminds her of a lullaby.

"And that is?" She tests him.

"Camelot, I overheard the knights and I apologize to what they were trying to subject you to. I would have come to your aid, but as you can see, I too am caged like an animal." Gwen doesn't want to let him free because she doesn't know if she should trust him. Men were not on her list of favorite people right now, "please," he whispers. His voice is so pleading so kind that she feels the need to help him. She unlocks his caged door and he walks out lifting his arms into the air in happiness. He places his hand on her shoulder. "Thank you," Gwen continues to walk towards the opening of the dungeon.

"Don't thank me yet we're not free."

They walk silently through the castle and it takes all the trust inside of Gwen to follow this newfound stranger. This is all she can do because he claims he knows this castle quite well.

Before she knows it they have snuck past all the guards and have made it on the outskirts of the kingdom. At the first glance of sunshine Gwen smiles it feels so nice as it radiates on her skin. She turns towards the man and hugs him, it's stupid and foolish, also highly inappropriate but she doesn't care. He doesn't seem offended he wraps his arms around her as well. They undo their embrace and Gwen blushes gently as she places a tendril of hair behind her ear.

"Thank you once more for letting me free." Gwen bites her lower lip as she nods her head.

"Thank you for proving to me that I can trust you."

"Not all men are as evil as the ones inside that horrible place." The man says softly. The way the sun catches the curl of his hair makes Gwen swoon, she has to steady her feet on the ground. His light brown eyes reminds her of home of what she is use to. "I am Lancelot." He says taking her hand into his. Her fingers are covered in dirt and at first she feels embarrassed but the way he looks at her causes her frets to disappear.

"I'm Guinevere, but everyone calls me Gwen."

"A beautiful name to match a beautiful face." He says as he kisses the top of her hand. Her breath catches inside her chest. No one has ever said such kind words to her.

"Gwen?" She hears from the opposite side and the voice is all too familiar. She lets go of Lancelot's embrace and turns to find Arthur and Merlin coming through the clearing. Arthur has his sword drawn and Merlin looks as if he's about ready to strangle a bunny. As Arthur catches a look at the scene he raises his sword more. "Step away from the lady, man, or I shall be forced to slay you." Gwen is surprised that he came looking for her. He was going to risk his life, Camelot's future, to save someone like her.

"Arthur, no, he's a friend." Arthur despite his better judgment lowers his sword.

"Arthur," Lancelot says rubbing the side of his hair. "As in the prince of Camelot." Arthur places his sword behind his back.

"Is there any other." His voice sounds spiteful Gwen can sense it. Merlin runs to Gwen and hugs her and she wraps her arms around him as well.

"We thought you were captured. Are you alright?" Gwen smiles, she loves Merlin, just like a brother. He always seems to care for her and make sure she's alright.

"Yes, I am quite fine."

"We should move from this clearing and head back to Camelot." Arthur says turning around he says nothing to Gwen. Merlin lets go of her embrace and rolls his eyes. He whispers

"He's angered he couldn't play knight in shining armor." Gwen smiles as she clutches Merlin's hand.

"Seems I have to be the hero to this story, I don't need to be saved."

They walk a long ways until they finally decide to make camp. Neither person has said anything the entire time and it makes Gwen's ears thirsty to hear some type of conversation. Arthur ties two of the horses up to a tree and gives them apples to eat on the forest ground.

"Merlin would you gather us some firewood. It will get cold tonight." Arthur says as he pets his horses mane softly soothing it to relax.

"What would you have me do your highness?" Lancelot asks trying to be helpful. Arthur doesn't even turn his head.

"Absolutely nothing at this moment." Gwen looks down at her fingers and arms and notices that she is quite dirty. She feels embarrassed to let all these men see her looking like this and she can only imagine how horrible she smells.

"I should like to bathe." She insists. "I can hear the lake only a few feet away." She moves to go towards the lake.

"I think not," Arthur turns around forcefully some new spark glistens in his pale blue eyes.

"Excuse me," Gwen shakes her head in confusion.

"You will not wander off. I will not let someone steal you again."

"I will watch her if you'd like." Lancelot turns to Gwen and she does a pleasant smile. She turns to face Arthur and something about the look on his face causes her smile to slowly fade away.

"No, I will go with her. I don't trust you, I know nothing about you. Besides," he says drawing out his sword again holding it in his right hand. "I refuse to let her out of my sight until she is inside the gates of Camelot."

"Seems a bit much don't you think." Lancelot tests Arthur's patience it takes his entire mite to calm himself down and not fight him right then in there. Besides, part of him owes this man for getting Gwen out safely.

"It's fine," Gwen reassures Lancelot "I just need to wash my hands and face." Both Gwen and Arthur begin their walk towards the river. Their walk is silent at first and she wishes he would say something, anything, to her. She doesn't like him this quiet and she can feel the tension between them like a deep fog.

"I'm sorry I didn't get to you soon enough," he finally says and it causes Gwen to turn and face him. She stops him from walking as she grabs his hand. He must face her now and she can see the anger boiling in his eyes.

"You came for me, that is all I could have asked for,"

"You thought I would leave you there to die? I could never do such a thing—"

"I know," she cuts him off smiling softly at him. "I never doubted you at one second."

"Couldn't you have let me save you just this once?" He asks leaning in closer and she is sure he will kiss her. His pale blue eyes dance with hers as they stare at each other. Her hands glide up his hands, he's so strong she can feel each muscle incrusted along his arm, up to his shoulder blades.

"I can't always wait for you." She whispers. Her voice is so low she feels as if he could barely hear her. He notices the stained crusted blood at the side of her lips.

"Did they hurt you?" He asks softly. She shakes her head.

"It's not my blood." Arthur nods backing away slowly and a part of her wishes he were still close. Some small section of her wished that he would have kissed her because she could read in his eyes that he wanted to. Why deny them both the pleasures that they both so obviously wanted. "Go clean yourself up. I'll guard you here." Gwen nods as she tries to catch her fluttering breath. After a moment she walks over to bathe.