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Gwen's POV

I watch as my Mordred packs his clothes into a sac and prepares to leaves for his trip with a sigh. Mordred has never left me before and I'm sure how I'll cope without him. He immediately picks up on my mood and sends me a questioning look, his eyes pleading for me to tell him what's upset me. "I'll miss you." I say softly watching as a tender smile comes to his face.

"And I shall miss you to my love. So much but I have to go."

"I know." I get out of bed and walk over to him without a covering over my body. "It's the right thing to do but that doesn't mean I can't wish for you to stay with me and stay safe."

"Oh my love. What would I do with peace and quiet?" He kisses me sweetly on the lips but doesn't touch me anywhere else so I savour this one bit of contact.

"I wish I could go with you." I whisper looking into his beautiful green eyes and wishing so much that he would let me.

"I could never let you do that Guinevere. You are far too precious to me to be lost on any routine mission gone wrong."

"But what if you don't return and I never know what happened to you?"

Smiling softly and my concern for him he replies. "But I will return my Guinevere. I will always return to you."

Without another word he kisses me again, picks up his pack and leaves me alone in our bedchamber. There suddenly seems to be a chill so I throw on a dress and some slippers but somehow the heat I felt earlier just won't return.

Suddenly feeling a bit queasy I run and grab my chamber pot before managing to bring up this morning's breakfast and yesterday's dinner. I've been sick a lot recently and I'm scared I've got the bug going round in the lower town. It matters not anyway as I will see Gaius later and can fetch a cure then but it's rather annoying. Throwing a shawl around my shoulders I go to visit the old physician as I have a lot recently to help him with his medicines and patients.

Balinor's POV

"How do you become a Dragonlord?" The question catches me by surprise but not unwelcome as I see my daughter watching me intently. It's a little before lunch and nobody else is around as they are all off doing chores or hunting, I've been whittling some wood whilst Merlin has been reading but clearly not anymore.

"It is inherited from parent to child upon the parents passing." Setting down my wood I focus all my attention on her now and she leans in to hear me clearer. "I became a Dragonlord at 18 as my mother, Dorea, was involved in a nasty accident. But it was the most amazing thing becoming a Dragonlord as you suddenly feel light and powerful at the same time as you feel this great weight and responsibility to look after the dragons placed on your shoulders. My brother didn't become one but that's not unusual- generally the gift is passed down to any amount of children when the Dragonlord passes. There's no way to predict it."

"You have a brother?"

What? "Of course I have a brother child and you've met him: Gaius Calidonius. Although he probably doesn't use that name anymore."

"Gaius? Gaius is my uncle?" The little dragonling looks shocked at this and I can't help wondering why she wasn't told.

"Yes Merlin. Gaius is my older brother." I think she's in shock as the information doesn't appear to be sinking in. "You know the man you lived with in Camelot."

"I know who Gaius is!" She snaps at me and I find myself flinching away at her anger despite myself. "Why did no one tell me?"

I shrug helplessly having no clue why myself. "I have no idea I just assumed as you knew who I was and who Ambrosia was you'd know who Gaius was."

"No I bloody didn't!" Ok now she looks very mad and as if she could take on a dragon at a wrestling match and win.

"Calm down, Merlin. I'm sure it just didn't cross people's minds that you wouldn't know!" I look around the empty fire pit area looking for a distraction. "Err lets go and release some magic! Come on I'll teach you a couple of my favourite spells." With that I pull her by the arm with me into the woods to find a clearing to practice. I think she's going to have to use a lot of magic to calm down and I have a feeling I'm going to take the brunt of it! Fatherhood I guess.

Elaine's POV

Morgause has been unconscious for a while now but I'm not worried as it's probably best that she conserves her strength and rebuild it for both her and the baby. Her appearance here however, poses a lot of questions like: where is Ambrosia? Why isn't Ambrosia looking after her? Why has she been badly beaten? When the hell did Morgause and Leon sleep together and why has he left her?

Although I only met Leon for a brief amount of time he struck me as an honourable man who would never leave a woman he was responsible for, especially if she was carrying his child! Apparently though he just left Morgause and she somehow got whipped and beaten because even as much as I'm starting to doubt the man Leon would never do this.

"Mummy?" My little red haired monstrosity comes and sits beside me as I tend to Morgause.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Will she get big like Ella?" He looked at me knowledgably and I couldn't help, despite my dark thoughts, smile at my son.

"Yes she's going to get very big because a baby is going to grow inside of her."

"Hmm." He frowned at the unconscious woman as if deep in thought. "I hope it's a boy because girls are no fun and only care about not getting mud on their dresses."

I am about to respond when I see my patient is rousing. "Hello Morgause."

The blonde looks fairly puzzled. "Hello…Ella?"

Galahad chuckles at the mistake but I just smile kindly at her. "It's Elaine and this is my son Galahad."

"I know you." She looked confusedly at my son until her eyes widened with recognition. "You found me in the woods!"

"Yeah and then went to find mummy and the healers." He puffed out his chest proudly. "Prince Arthur and Sir Leon said I could become a knight of Camelot someday if I learn how to be respononsible."

Morgause freezes for a second at the names but then smiles weakly. "Well thank you Sir Galahad without your speed and quick thinking I shouldn't have survived."

Galahad beams at this and takes a little bow before saying happily. "You have to have a boy too so we can be knights together! Mummy says there's a baby growing inside of you and when he's fully grown I'll show him how to be knight like me!"

"I'm sure he's like that very much." I hastily end the conversation before Morgause gets upset and shoo the young knight out of the tent to play with his friends. "Sorry about that."

"You have nothing to be sorry for he is a sweet boy." I smile gratefully at the woman on the bed and I realise that she'll be a very good mother even without Leon around.

Gwen's POV

I watch from the window of our bedroom as my handsome knight comes riding through the gates of Camelot on his majestic black horse. I'd been working with Gaius earlier but he sent me away because I wasn't focused and was probably going to end up poisoning some poor soul. But all that doesn't matter now as I see my Mordred trot through the gates with a wide smile and a small gleam of sweat on his forehead.

I hurry down to the courtyard not bothering to check my run. I only want Mordred. These past few nights I've been restlessly clamouring for him and in the days believing that he was about to walk around the corner and come kiss me and take my breath away.

I see the queen coming behind me coming to greet her nephew but I don't stop running until I get to my knight in shining armour. And then finally he's there right in front of me swinging his leg over his horse. I can't control my legs as I keep pelting towards him.

His arms are open for me and I throw my arms around his neck drawing him as close as he can possibly be to me. "I missed you." I whisper in his ear before smashing my lips onto his lips in front of the rest of the knights and the queen of Camelot.

As I feel his warm lips caress my own with unrestrained passion I remember the first time he'd kissed me after a particularly gruelling training session. Our love still feels as fresh as it was then and there certainly hasn't been a lack of passion.

I stand in Mordred's tent and sigh as I peel the armour off my sweaty body. The tunic that I am wearing is thin already but with the sweat it clings to my body and it makes me feel self-conscious in front of the handsome and charming man. I turn about to ask if he has a spare tunic to save my embarrassment when I see his face.

Eyes clouded and unfocused and mouth slightly agape as he looks at me. His body taut and signs of arousal in his lower regions. Desire. Sir Mordred Tregor desires me! And not in the lusty drooling way I've seen on some of the knights. He wants me.

I want to say something to save whatever friendship we have here but then he takes a step towards me and every logical thought springs out of my mind. Soon he's so close that his warm breath is hitting my own lips.

For a moment he watches me- taking in every freckle and blemish- and then he pushes me roughly backwards into the wooden tent pole. I gasp out in pain as my back hits the smooth wood but it's quickly silenced when his rough, hard lips are on mine.

I can't help my hungry response as I grab greedy handfuls of his thick black curls and his cotton shirt. I need him closer to me. His tongue slips into my mouth but I don't care as all I want to do is enter his. In a desire filled blur I distantly feel his calloused hands stroking my side through my thin shirt and the slight linger over my breasts but he never touches them.

I honestly don't think there's a part of our bodies that's not firmly pressed to the other and then Mordred lowers his head and begins sucking and licking my neck. I let out a low groan and I feel his smile on by neck as he works his way up to my jaw teasing kisses flutter across my jaw until I pull his head up. For a moment he looks confused but then I kiss him on the lips again this time not wasting time before tasting him.

Apples, bread and roses fill my senses as I delve into his mouth and I find myself intoxicated.

Then, after what feels like hardly any time at all, Mordred pulls away from me and cups my face in his hands looking at me intently. "I won't take you in a tent, Guinevere, I care for you far too much for that."

With that simple sentence I know I'm in love with the knight and even though I know it's wrong for a commoner and a noble I can't find it in me to regret what I feel. "I love you Mordred." I whisper but we're so close he still hears.

Mordred grins and presses his forehead to mine looking at me with passion I've never seen before. "I love you too Guinevere. You've enchanted me and I don't know if I can pull away from you now."

"Then don't." I reply teasing him with one last kiss before getting one of his shirts and throwing it over my and leaving the tent. A smile of pure joy and love spread across my face.

I'm about to break away from Mordred when I feel him pull away roughly, blinking confusedly I see two guards handling him like a common criminal. "What are you doing to my husband?" I cry as they force him to his knees.

"Mordred Tregor," One of the guards barks for the whole court to hear, "you're under arrest for treason."

Arthur's POV

Gwaine hasn't stopped teasing me about Merlin since he found me this morning which of course meant Lance and Percy asked what he was talking about so now they're both continually mocking me and my inability to talk to women as well. It turns out that Gwaine likes to work in a group after all from the looks of his teamwork with the other two to annoy me as much as possible.

Despite the scandalously untrue taunting from Gwaine and his cronies (does he know how many women prepositioned me in Camelot?!) Leon is what is really worrying me. He hasn't come out of his tent all day and although Lance went in and gave him some food earlier I'm still worried that he's going to neglect himself in his grief like I've seen some men do when their wives done.

Of course, Morgause's leaving is different because she left us but I think that just makes it worse for Leon because she had the choice of whether she wanted to stay with him. I wish there was some way I could comfort my friend but I have absolutely no idea what he's going through! Percy made some vague comment earlier about him having to come to terms with it on his own but it doesn't mean that I don't want to help my brother in all but blood.

Morgana comes rushing over to me, Gwaine, Lance and Percy as we sit beside the fire skinning our kills. "Pack up the camp now!"

"What?" I jump up grabbing my sword and the others quickly follow me with their hands on their own weapons. "Are we under attack?"

Morgana looks at me concerned and slightly panicked. "Ambrosia says it's time we return to Camelot."

I promptly drop my sword and look at my half-sister uncomprehendingly (which despite what Merlin says is not my permanent expression) thinking only one thing: has she gone completely stark raving bonkers?