Gwynnever - Queen of Camelot

Chapter 48

"Fly, Emrys. We need to be fast." She knew who did it, it was the only person that could have had any idea of who those people were and it was no coincidence that he had escape only earlier that week. She'd found him and make him pay for it.

She was aware that he was there when Percy and Gawain reported of her mission in the castle of Leodegrance, so he must know where they slept the two days that took them to get there. The fire was fresh otherwise there wouldn't be much left of the two bodies, meaning he was close.

He had to be. She was thirsty for revenge and she'll get it.

She didn't know for how long she was on the horse, but it looked very quick when she discovered a little camp fire from one of the hills. She dismounted Emrys and slapped him on the back saying "Look for Arthur!" the Horse trotted away as she made her way down and toward the encampment.

There was one man with a dark hood on that was warming his hands on the fire. As soon as she entered the plain, she noticed he was smiling.

It was a trap, set accurately for her. He was waiting for Gwen and was pleased it didn't' take too long for her to fall into it.

"Well, well." The voice she recognized wasn't of Lancelot. She grabbed the sword and stayed focused. "Impeccable as ever Gwynnever. But so bloody predictable."

"Goregin!" they both reviled their faces and suddenly five more men joined the view.

"It is so nice to see you, sister. How have you been? I heard Camelot is treating you...like a queen these days." The grip on the handle of the sword tightened and Gwen's eyes sharpened.

"Cut the bullock. Where is my sister?" She spit, there were six people. She could take the other 5 in a heartbeat; the real problem was her brother and the fact that she felt not too good.

"Oh, look at you with a new family." He joked and Gwen rotated the weapon in her hands.

"You're about to be left without any of your men if you keep talking." She threatened and he knew she wasn't joking.

"Bring me the girl." Emilia was kicking and biting, she looked like a trapped cat clawing her way out. Gwen was proud of her, for not giving up, but she also was aware that her rebellious spirit, would be her downfall. Her brother kept her alive for one reason only and Gwen would have to pull out all the aces from her sleeve in order to save her.

Goregin blocked the girl to his chest and with a blade to her throat, Emilia finally stopped fighting. She looked at Gwen, the eyes softened and a smile escaped her lips. She was happy to see her, she was convinced now everything was going to be fine.

Gwen had to save her, at all costs.

"What a little devil she is. I suspected it is your fault she put up one hell of a fight. Took down three of my men." Her brother started as he pulled at Emilia's hair.

"What do you want? I gave you the throne, I gave you everything I could." And it was true.

"You promised me the grail and I still haven't received it." Gwen took a step forward but she regrated it as soon as she saw a line of blood surface from under the blade her brother kept to Emilia's throat.

"You said you wanted it in exchange for your throne. I do not wish for your land any longer so there was no point for me to look for it." She explained calmly.

"I want it, Gwen. Unless you're ready to give up Camelot. In that case I might renounce." There it was. the reason behind this mess. His greediness.

Gwen laughed heartly at him and then returned deadly serious as she wet her lips before speaking.

"That is the one thing you'll never get from me. What is it really? People do not recognize you as their king? What is happening? Why so interested in Camelot all of a sudden?" Gwen had to be careful. One word out of place and she'll say goodbye to Emilia. Her brother wasn't the patient kind, he was irrational and col blooded.