woke to the sound of voices. I laid still as I listened.

"I don't think I have seen him like this before." Tristen mumbled.

"What asleep?" Bors grunted. "All the time."

"He means actual asleep." Galahad laughed. "Arthur is a very light sleeper, he would have heard us before we spotted him."

"Might have something to do with the girl in his arms." Bors laughed.

I heard them take a step forward. "Well even I sleep well with a woman in my arms. So, who is waking him up?"

"Galahad! Bors! What's taking so long?!" Lancelot yelled. I could hear him getting closer, followed by the abruptly stop he made. "What is this?"

"Well Lancelot it appears they are sleeping." Bors said in a teasing matter.

I felt more that heard Arthur being kicked on the foot. "Wake up we must get going." That was Lancelot. I listened to them walk away.

"Morning." Arthur whispered.

Glancing up at him, I chuckled. "Your hair."

"What about it?" His voice was deep and gravel with sleep.

Reaching up I soothed the wild strands. "There we go." Pushing off him, I grabbed his cape an wrapped myself in it. "Thank you for last night."

Sitting up, he cupped my jaw, a gentle smile on his lips. "Don't thank me." Kissing my hand he helped me up and left.

Glancing around I noticed the entire camp was awake. My people were picking up the beds, turning off the fires and gathering their items. Quin was attending to the horses, hooking some up and saddling others. I turned towards the Arthur and his knights. They were huddled by the end talking amount themselves. The air was heavy this morning, as if it were trying to suffocate you. The trees were quiet, not even the wind made a sound. The only sound beside us were the drums. Same drums I have come to learn they mean death.

Jogging to my tent I quickly changed and reached for a cape. Ironically I now held both Arthur's and Lancelot's capes. I held each in my hand, both were so different, yet they caused the same in me. Lancelot screamed dangerous, yet he was a man whore, gambler and drinker. My 'father' although hid it well, was all those things. Arthur gave out vibes of mystery, I couldn't figure him out. Decided now was not the moment, I grabbed a wolf fur I had and wrapped it around me. Mother continued to ignore me as I readied myself. Mounting my horse I approached Lancelot as he got the people to move quicker.

"Morning."

He refused to look my way. "Morning lady."

I was slightly confused by his attitude. "Umm, okay, I just came back to give you this." I held out his black cape. Lancelot looked from it to me. Without a word he grabbed it and continued with his task. "Well I guess your busy." Turning my horse I trotted over to Arthur. "Hey."

"Ysmay hello." He smiled softly.

I spotted Gwen sitting by the edge of the carriage. "Oh forgive me, did I interrupt?"

Gwen shook her head. "No we were simply enjoying each other's company."

Glancing at Arthur and back at her, I got the sense that something else was going on. "Arthur, I just wanted to give this back to you."

He frowned. "Why?"

With a slight chuckle, I pulled him closer and placed his cape back on. "Your armor is not complete without it. Besides I have no need for it anymore. But thank you, it did help a lot."

He reached over and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "I said don't thank me. I do it because I want to." His hand trailed to by back, carefully running up and down. "How are your injuries?"

Holding back the shivers that wanted to run loose, I leaned closer to his warmth. "They are much better. The fabric still irritates them, but no longer in danger of infection."

"That's good, still I don't believe you should be riding." He mumbled.

"I am fine." Just as I was about to leave, I glanced once more at him. "Lessons?" He gave me a nod.

Taking my spot beside mother's carriage, we continued to walk. On occasionally mother would appear at the widow for fresh air, but never made an intent of talking with me. It was killing me, not having her talk to me. I spent so much time longing for her that it was painful. Yet I was just as proud and hardheaded as she was, that my ego would not allow me to take the first step. Instead I would simply slow the horse down and stay behind.

"So we have a bet going." Bors said as he appeared beside me.

"I don't gamble."

His laughter echoed through the mountains. "No you are the one that will settle it."

Humoring him, I shrugged. "Very well, what's the bet?"

"Who you will pick." Galahad said.

"What?"

"Arthur or Lancelot." Tristen added.

I was gapping at each one. "Neither!"

"So you just slept in the arms of one and flirt with the other?" Dags jumped in. Seriously when can he not stay quiet when I want him to.

But it got me thinking. If it was true that either of them felt something, would I pick one? Did I feel something? Looking up to see all eyes on me, I growled. "Neither, they are just friends. Beside Arthur is just being nice. And Lancelot is well being Lancelot."

"Very well, we will simply wait for you to choose." Galahad grinned, leaning in closer. "But I would hurry."

I scowled. "And why is that?" He pointed towards Gwen and Arthur, who at the moment we're talking rather closely. I shrugged looking away. "That means nothing to me Galahad. Arthur is simply a friend." The men chuckled as the speed off. They were seriously getting on my nerves. Glancing back at Arthur I felt my chest tighten at the smile he gave her. Could he be feeling something for her?