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Chapter thirteen- Year five

With a dark smile, Mordred stalked the people chasing and teasing Guinevere. It was growing dark, and she was weakening. It was all Mordred could do to not let his face be shown to her. He watched as they threw pebbles at her as they would surround the injured girl and jump at her. He would make her trip now and then just for the fun and joy of seeing the fear in her face.
It wasn't going to be long before her prince would come.

Arthur and his knights were riding full speed into the darkling woods, the King's eyes scanning the woods with intense expressions. At every small movement Arthur's eyes would jump to it, hoping to see his wife alive and well, despite an injured shoulder. He noticed that Gwaine wasn't looking around hardly, looking almost impassive. He truly had no clue what to think about him, for he just wasn't ever himself since the traitor was banished.
"Hold your horses." Arthur suddenly snapped, seeing some movement in the trees.
"Gwaine-" Percival murmured as two doe walked out in front of them, taking their breath away.
Speechless, the King tensed as the younger one bounded up to the King, pausing a few yards away from him, and the deer, to Arthur's astonishment, bowed in a sense, before bounding past Leon to Gwaine. Gwaine looked at the deer, feeling his horse shift in discomfort. The deer walked up to Gwaine and nudged his boot with its nose. The other doe bounding up to the one near Gwaine before they both rode out into the forest.
"Those were the same deer weren't they?" Gwaine murmured, breaking the silence. Leon shared a look with the King.
"Same deer?" Leon asked, awe and shock in his voice.
"We were at the west wall," Gwaine said, their voices still quiet and soft, "It was after princess imprisoned that one man who was just defending himself from some knights." Gwaine would have sworn he saw Arthur flinch at that, almost as if he regretted his actions. Gwaine didn't over think anything of the gesture, for he knew Arthur would never truly regret or try to take back any of his actions.
"The west side," Leon trailed, wanting Gwaine to get past his thick head and just tell them.
"No, it couldn't have been them." Gwaine said, even though he knew it was the same pair of deer, avoiding Percival's gaze.
"Gwaine, tell me the truth." Arthur said. "That's an order."
"It's always a damn order when it's coming from your mouth." Gwaine lashed out at the King. He knew that the two doe had something to do with Merlin, but if he said it he felt that the King would kill him for it.
"Keep your mouth in check, Gwiane." Elyan said from the back of the group, he had been covering the tail end. "It might get you in trouble."
"You'll just go kill the deer." Gwaine said, his jaw clenched. "Now let's find Gwen, or if we don't get to her soon enough, I will make an attempt on your life princess." Leon drew his sword out as he and Gwaine jumped off their horses.
"I don't think you should say another word, Gwaine." Leon threatened as Gwaine drew his sword out.
"Threatening me is treason Gwaine, do you really wish to follow that through?" Arthur asked, looking at the two. In his eyes was a pained look.
"I will say as I damn please." Gwaine snarled. Arthur gave Percival a strained look, to find that the man had no visible emotion on his face. He feared that the strong silent man would defend Gwaine if it came down to it.
"Gwaine," Percival murmured, jumping off his horse and walking up to the guy, ignoring the drawn swords and the threatening looks Gwaine was flashing at him.
"Don't you dare say a word." Gwaine yelled at Percival, swinging his sword so it was at the hollow of his friend's throat. Arthur tensed, wondering why Percival wasn't drawing his sword in defense.
"Listen closely," Percival said, his voice quiet, but holding an unseen force that had them all straining to listen to every word. "We came here to find our Queen, and if we don't move fast, she could be far worse than if we find her sooner. You can go off on everyone, but wait until the Queen is safe."
Leon lowered his sword in amazement, for he was completely convinced that this would end in a bloody fight. Gwaine stayed how he was for a few moments, the silence piercing into their ears. Percival looking at Gwaine with a certain look that the others haven't ever seen on him before. It was a look that held a harsh bitter anger and yet it had a look of such fondness in it at the same time.
It took what seemed like hours, but was no more than a minute, for Gwaine to finally put his sword down from Percival's throat. He looked defeated in such a way Arthur never expected to see Gwaine appear. Gwaine collapsed to his knees, chin pressed to his chest as his breath hitching. Elyan took a deep breath in shock, Arthur's eyes widening as Percival knelt down by the man and put him in his embrace.
Percival looked up at Arthur over the man who was clearly silently shedding tears into his friend's chest. Everyone was silent, unsure of what to say. Arthur was captivated by the look Percival had in his eyes, who was genuinely shaken up to the core at having his friend break down like that, just to crumble apart like putty.
Gwaine eventually stood with Percival's help, his eyes cast down to the ground. Leon turned to his horse and hopped on as Gwaine climbed up on his. Percival met Gwaine's gaze, concern being conveyed in his eyes towards the dark haired man. Without another word and after everyone was ready, they rode on full speed.
"Arthur." Gwaine's voice was thick, guarded, as he slowed his horse to a stop. Arthur glanced over at Gwaine, who was looking at the ground.
"Blood." Elyan said. "This must be where they were attacked."
"It matches the location." Leon murmured.
"The trail leads in this way." Elyan said, looking to the side of the trail, "Only one person was wounded and ended up bolting for it."
"She got injured worse than we thought." Arthur muttered. "That's a lot of blood."
"No." Gwaine said, looking at Arthur. "There's more than one set of footsteps, the whole lot went through here, it could have been any of them."
"Could have been."Arthur stressed. Gwaine rolled his eyes.
"Stop fretting over nothing princess." Gwaine chuckled, smirking. "She'd have been the walking dead if she had bled that much."
"That's reassuring." Arthur retorted as they moved their horses through the brush. After a while the brush and undergrowth got too thick for their horses. The sky darkening from the sun's setting and the thickening forest.
"Let's tie our horses up here." Arthur said, tying his horse up, then tying the horse Leon was leading to bring Gwen back on.
"We'll bring her back safely princess." Gwaine murmured in Arthur's ear, clasping the King's shoulder. Arthur tensed, looking at Gwaine cautiously.
"Of course we will." He replied after hesitating. Gwaine noticed that the others were busy tidying up their horses and making sure they get brushed down.
"I'm sorry for earlier." Gwaine said, his voice octaves down than it usually was.
"Whatever for?" Arthur asked, "I get threatened all the time, it's nothing new."
"I shouldn't have snapped." Gwaine said. "It's just.. It's been five years today." He backed away from the King and looked away, almost shameful.
"Five years?" The confusion was clear in his voice. Gwaine just looked at him.
"Oh, didn't you know?" Gwaine asked, forcing his voice to lighten, to carry a joking tone.
"Know what?" Arthur asked.
"The best apple was grown five years ago." Gwaine teased. Arthur rolled his eyes and they decided that it got too dark for them to continue, sitting up camp.

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