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Pains Of The Heart	By : queenofthediamonddogs Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pains Of The Heart

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Chapter Two: Afraid

The two guards threw Elaine into her room, slamming the door quickly as they left and locking it before she could wrench it open. Her fists pounded the wooden door and she screamed. “LET ME OUT!! LET ME OUT NOW!!” She shouted and hit the door until she had barely any energy left. When she remembered her torn nightgown, she quickly stood up, pulling the ripped nightgown off and searched for something else to wear. Never in her whole life had she been so humiliated. She needed to escape. Runaway from her own home. She feared for her life right this moment and she needed to escape the comforts of the castle and run to the next safest place that she had always known: Camelot.

Her body shook with fear as she pulled out a dress from her wardrobe and dressed into it as best as she could, as she had no maid to help her. She was terrified as she pulled open her balcony doors, there was no way she could climb down as her room was the highest in the castle. The Princess of the castle used to be safe in the tower but now it was her prison. She was to marry the coward and produce a son for him to secure his claim to the throne. The man wanted power because he was only a mere knight. But what Elaine did not understand was that her father always held Marcus in high esteem like his father before him and now Marcus was betraying the man, who treated him like a son.

Marcus' family of knights were a rare family. Marcus' great-grandfather saved Pelles' grandfather from a brutal attack and he rewarded him with a knighthood for him and every one of his descendants. It was enough for Marcus. He was ambitious and wanted more. Tonight was the way he could do it and tomorrow morning, he would seal his claim. Marry Elaine, bed her and reproduce with her. This was not how it was supposed to be. She wanted to marry for love, not be forced into a loveless marriage, where she was to have a child a year for the securing of the man's title and property.

Elaine stood by the open doors and stared out at the dark night. A cold breeze ran through her room but she didn't bother to close the window. She was going to get sick and that would postpone the forced wedding. Hopefully she would be able to escape and get to Camelot. The fear grew when she heard the cheering of the men in the courtyard and throughout the castle. There was occasional fights but they barely lasted a few minutes.

A fight broke outside her room. Elaine ran to her bed and reached under it for her hidden sword, drawing it in case someone broke into the room. She stayed close to the open balcony doors with the sword gripped tightly in her hands. It was obvious that she was frightened as the fighting suddenly stopped and the key slid into the lock. She held the sword out in front of her as the door opened slowly. Elaine let out a surprised gasp as a handsome man cautiously moved into her room. “Who... Who are you?”

“My Lady. No time for talking. I am not like those men, who are holding you hostage. I am here to get you out.” He closed the door quickly and moved closer to her, but she stepped back. “My Lady, you have to trust me if you wished to get out alive.” Holding his hand out towards her.

“Tell me your name first and I may trust you.” She glared at him and held her sword straight out at him. “Tell me your name and why I should trust you!” Raising her voice slightly.

“My name is Lancelot. I know you're Uther's niece and if we leave now, I will get you to Camelot and to your father. But I insist we leave now.” Still holding his hand out to her. “Please my Lady.”

Elaine watched him and saw the seriousness in his expression. Slowly she lowered her sword, letting it hang at her side. “Fine.” She said stubbornly. “But if you even try to hurt me, I will kill you. I know how to fight.”

“I don't doubt that.” He gave a grin as he moved to the door, pressing his ear against the door. “We must leave now.” Turning back to her and saw her placing the sheath around her waist and dark cloak on. “Ready?” Holding his hand out to her, which she nervously took with her free hand. She continued to grip her sword as he led her to the door. “Stay close to me.” He let go of her hand to open the door slowly.

Elaine lifted the hood of her cloak to hide her face in the shadows of the hood. “I will.” She whispered as she followed him out into the corridor, keeping close behind him. She saw the two guards unconscious on the stone floor but she and Lancelot were rushing past them and down the servants' stairs. They reached the bottom of the stairs and Lancelot stopped and reached behind him to grip her hand. “What?” She whispered but he spun around and pulled her into a passionate embrace. Elaine froze as he held her close to him but when she saw a few drunk guards walking past them. She played along by kissing him back and wrapping her arms around him, to hide their identities. “They're gone.” She whispered as she pulled away with her cheeks bright red.

Lancelot slowly moved away from her and looked up and down the corridor behind her. “Sorry. If we had tried to hide, they would have spotted us but if they saw us as a couple trying to get five minutes alone, they would ignore us.” Smiling nervously. “Sorry, if I offended you My Lady.” Bowing slightly to her. “I shall give my full apologies once we are a safe distance from the castle.” Elaine only gave him a nervous smile and nod, a blush spread across her cheeks.

The two silently moved through the castle and, thankfully, they were not caught as they moved towards the kitchens of the castle. Elaine gripped his hand tightly as they hid in the shadows of the castle. “We're nearly there.” Elaine whispered as they moved towards the door to the kitchen but the warning bells began to sound. “Oh no!”

“The prisoner has escaped! The Princess has escaped!” Voices shouted high above them, causing them to stay rooted to the spot. “Find her! Find her!” Shouts were heard all around them.

“Quickly.” Lancelot pulled her through the door and through the kitchens, which were empty and untidy from the men invading the food stores and drinking barrels. Both of them placed their swords away to be able to run quicker. “Get down.” He pulled her to the floor and under the table. “Stay there.” He whispered as he left her for a moment.

She tried to keep her breathing quiet but it came out in ragged, frightened breaths as she waited for Lancelot to return. Two sets of slow footsteps moved into the kitchen. She held her breath as they moved through the large room. She wished the strange man would hurry up and come back. That was it. He had left her in this hiding place to save his own life and leave her to her fate. She gripped the hilt of her sword as the footsteps grew louder and closer to her.

“There's nothing here. Must have been a shadow.” One of the people spoke gruffly. Elaine saw his boots from her hiding place. “Let's go. I cannot be bothered to find the girl. It's his fault that he left her guarded by Roland and Logan. Both are useless.” Scoffing as he turned on his heel and slowly made his way to the door.

“I know what you mean.” The second man scoffed as he too followed the other man. “But if I were guarding her, I would not be able to resist temptation.” Sneering as they walked to the door. “Who are you?” He said suddenly.

Elaine was able to see that they had both stopped and being confronted by an unknown man. She prayed silently that it was Lancelot and not some random guard. “I'm your worst nightmare.” He spoke and the sounds of men being hit in the head was heard. Her knuckles were white as she gripped tightly onto her sword. “My Lady.” Lancelot spoke gently. “Come out.”

She slowly moved out of her hiding place. “Where did you go?”

“To retrieve horses and bribe the guards at the gates to open the gates when I arrive there.” He smiled as he put his own sword and held out his hand to her, which she nervously took. Lancelot led them through the dark edges of the courtyard towards the stables. Elaine would constantly be glancing behind them to see if they were being followed. “It will be all right, My Lady.” Lancelot assured her as he led her into the stable where there was a stable boy waiting for them with Elaine's horse and another horse all ready saddled to leave. The two mounted their horses and gave their thanks to the frightened looking boy.

The two kicked their horses and galloped out of the stables and towards the gates, which were wide open for them. “CLOSE THE GATES! STOP THEM!” Angry voices shouted from behind them. “STOP THEM!”

The gates began to close. They were heavy so it would take time for them to close. “Quickly, my Lady!” Lancelot shouted to her, kicking the sides of his horse. Elaine also kicked her horse to move faster. Arrows began to fly past them as they rode through the closing gates.

Elaine let out a sigh of relief when the two of them made it through but the sigh was replaced with a scream. An arrow pierced her shoulder. She was about to fall forward on her horse when Lancelot moved alongside her and pulled her onto his own moving horse, abandoning Elaine's horse. The horse did not stop galloping until they were deep in the forest, that surrounded King Pelles' castle. Elaine was conscious for the entire journey which was a good sign for Lancelot. “It hurts. Get it out...” She groaned against his shoulder.

“I will. When I know you are safe.” Holding her close to him with one arm around her and his other hand commanding his horse forward and faster. Elaine's hands gripped onto his tunic tightly and kept her eyes closed throughout the journey. She could vaguely hear cries and shouts from pursuing men but they soon grew distant and finally nothing. Lancelot continued to ride for another 5 minutes before stopping and pulling his horse to a stop. He glanced around before he dismounted, holding Elaine on the horse still before helping her off the horse and laying her on her side. Quickly, he began to reach for the blankets, that were packed on the horse. He placed one flat on the ground and lay a groaning Elaine upon it. Lancelot then made a fire and collected water to be able to treat her wound.

He knew that if he did not treat it soon, the young woman would develop a terrible fever and may not be able to fight it. Camelot was at least half a day's ride and Lancelot would not be able to do that with an injured woman and one horse with very little provisions.

He knelt next to Elaine, who had streams of painful tears falling down her cheeks as she sobbed from the pain. “It will be over soon, my Lady.” Running a hand over her forehead, feeling the beginnings of a fever beginning to build up. With one hand he gripped her arm, holding her in place and the other hand reached for a cloth. He hovered it over her lips. “Bite down on this.” Elaine bit down on the cloth and waited for the sharp pain of him pulling the arrow from her shoulder. “1.... 2..... 3....” He said quickly and pulled the arrow out at '3'. Elaine screamed into the cloth as Lancelot placed a clean rag against the wound to stem the bleeding. Her screams stopped but her sobs continued until she fell into an uneasy sleep.

Fear ran through Lancelot's heart. If she died, he would have to take her to Camelot and face the wrath of her father and her uncle for not protecting her properly and letting her be killed so barbarically. He would wait a few hours before beginning to travel again. He wanted to be sure that Elaine was strong enough for a long travel to Camelot.

He looked down at her sleeping form, sweat coated her skin from the fever and it scared him. Leaning down, he pressed his palm on her forehead to find her skin burning hot. He had to leave now or she would never survive. Lancelot wrapped the wool blanket around her and carried her to his horse in it. He lifted her onto the horse, holding her in place as he too mounted behind her. Kicking his heels into the horse's sides and galloped into the forest, holding the feverish woman to him.

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