I was wondering, I have another story that's edging in my mind, and I was wondering if there were any beta readers out there interested in checking it out? I'd love the help.

Well, here's another chapter, the last chapter ran on longer than I expected... So I'm kind of forced to make this trip into a three chapter long trip... Well that's a lie. It's more of a two chapter? I dunno.
I'm rambling here... So...
Oh and before I forget. To the guest who said that my story could use a bit more spacing like my first chapter, and to everyone(including me) who has thought that, I shall fix that someday, but it's hard to when I'm typing from my iPod. Sorry bout the inconvenience!
Frui!

Reactions of the Idiot King
Chapter 14- Explanation

Leon and Arthur had both taken over watch for the first half of the night, Arthur not being able to sleep, and Leon just used to staying up for watch. Arthur couldn't get how quickly Gwaine changed his appearance when he was going off about the five year anniversary thing. Sure, it could be that the apple was really the truth, but there was something that shook Arthur up about it. Gwaine just wasn't prone to mood swings like that.
"What's on your mind Arthur?" Leon asked when the king had caught his concerned look.
"Gwaine." Arthur said. "I've never seen him act this unstable before."
"It makes total sense though." Leon said. "I had to think a bit to figure this out, but every year on this day he's always been drunk, wasted as can be."
"Wait, why?" Arthur asked. Leon gave him a slight look of surprise.
"You don't remember what today is do you?" Leon murmured. Arthur noted the sadness in the knight's voice.
"Leon, please." Arthur asked, gaining a raised eyebrow from his friend.
"Today marks the five year anniversary of Merlin's banishment." Leon said, glancing at the dying fire.
Arthur couldn't bring himself to reply. Has it really been that long? He could still remember the day he banished the warlock, he had acted without thinking, but at the same time he wanted him gone. He couldn't stand magic, and the fact that someone has always done magic right under his nose just hurt. He slowly recalled the days in the years past, meetings, practises, even a couple of important missions, that Gwaine wouldn't have ended up coming to because he had gotten drunk that day, so bad to the point where he was passed out in the tavern, and the knights had to lug his ass home.
"He forced himself to smile and laugh it off." Arthur murmured, "Even came along on this-"
"Listen, Sire." Leon replied, "Gwaine's a good knight and a good man, but the only reason he ever came here was because of Merlin, not because of his loyalty to you."
"Then why did he stay?" Arthur asked, sounding tired and worn out.
"You could ask me that." Gwaine muttered as he walked up to the two, Arthur jumping slightly.
"Gwaine." Leon greeted the man.
"You should get some rest Leon." Gwaine murmured. "I'm not sleeping anyways." Leon nodded and stood, clasping Arthur on the shoulder before walking off to his bed that he had made earlier.
"Well?" Gwaine snapped.
"Why did you stay, even if that traitor was banished?" Arthur snapped back. Gwaine looked at Arthur with irritation.
"Because, princess, I was hoping to see you change your mind after a while." Gwaine said, "Or at least see reason."
"I haven't changed my mind, and I've seen all the reason there is to see." Arthur said. "So why stay?"
"It's the only place I've been able to stay at for more than a week." Gwaine said. "Only instead of working for a King who was fairly decent, I ended up with a snobbish prick instead."
"I'm not a snobbish prick!" Arthur exclaimed.
"You haven't been the fair and just king that Merlin always was proud to speak of, princess." Gwaine said, looking out into the woods.
"He didn't think that." Arthur huffed. "I treated him horribly, and he was plotting against me."
"You never heard him speak of you." Gwaine said. "You could ask any one of us knights. They'll say the same thing."
"I-"
"You need sleep princess." Gwaine said, looking at the King. "You look horrible."
"I am perfectly fine keeping watch."
"Not until you're dead tired in the morning and can't defend yourself, or your pretty little Guinevere." Gwaine said. Arthur just sat there, neither of the two willing to say another word.
"I can't just ignore the fact that he's been learning magic despite the fact that this kingdom has it forbidden." Arthur said, sounding as if he was picking his words carefully.
"His whole world revolved around you." Gwaine said. "Everything was for you. All of it was for Camelot."
"It was all an act." Arthur growled.
"If it was, then why didn't he kill you when he had the chance? Why would he have let Uther live?" Gwaine asked. "If you guys were executing his kind, why did he sit and watch them die knowing full well what would happen to him if he was caught?"
"Enough, Gwaine." He growled.

They all started off on the trail as soon as dawn peaked up over the mountains to say hi. The trail looked a bit older. Gwaine was in the back of the group, visiting with Percival. Elyan was busy talking to Leon, debating on where the weakest point in their armor was. As Arthur listened to their debate, he scanned the trail of blood and boots that they were following. Hopefully they were following Gwen, and not the whole bandit camp.
"Oi Your Royal Princess!" He heard Gwaine's voice from the back. "Missed a trial." They all turned back to Gwaine and Percival, who was looking at small footsteps the size of Gwen's would be, some blood here and there.
"Gwen?" Leon asked.
"Looks like it." Gwaine said. "Either this is where the group lost her trail or where she escaped from the group."
"Yes." Elyan murmured. "Let's follow this, hopefully she'll be okay."
"She should be." Arthur said as they started following the trail.
"The poor girl, who knows what has happened to her." Leon said.
They rounded the corner, following the footsteps with their eyes only to encounter another trail. She had switched tracks quickly. They were running along her tracks, only to round the next corner to freeze in shock. Arthur saw a sight he would never be able to forget. They had found her.
"Oh God." Elyan murmured, his face paling shades lighter.
The knights were a hundred or so feet from her. She was looking at them with wide eyes, her body shaking, her wounded shoulder just coated in blood as she cradled the arm with her good one. Her dress was torn up, her hair was splayed all over. Her knees were curled up to her chest and her back was to a boulder.
Arthur had looked at her in shock. She was alive, yes, but why was she looking at them as if they shouldn't be there? He saw fear cross over her face, and he tore his gaze away from her, unable to take the sight in anymore. She was usually brave, usually trying to fight until she died. This image of her was wrong. He saw the same emotions he had running through Elyan's face. Leon looked as if he felt sorry for the girl and Gwaine and Percival had shock and worry written clear on their faces. Gwaine also had something else clear across his, Arthur noticed as he saw the disgust on the man's face.
It was only when he heard the swords being drawn around them that his blood ran cold.
It was an ambush, with Gwen as the bait.

Okay guys, I might have made Gwaine ooc in this one, but it was vital to this story to keep it interesting. And apparently, this is a three chapter trip. I hope you guys stay tuned.
And while you're at it, lemme know what you think is going to happen, does Gwen get rescued, if so by who?
Opinions would be lovely.
Have a great day/evening/night/morning!
Ya know... Whenever you get around to reading this.