The sun kissed the horizon, deep twighlight spread across Tanglewood as we traveled from Valerin's castle, a place I never wanted to go back to.
Long shadows of darkness from the overgrown trees made it difficult to see. I rode beside Arthur, second in the line. Bors and Lancealot rode in the front, and behind us, Mordred and Sebile. The rest of the men followed wearily, tired from battle, and anxious to set up camp to rest before setting sail to the Underworld. Arthur's quest was more than some could bare, but they only said so by the expresion on their tired faces. Not once, did they say it aloud. Arthur insisted that Lancealot escort me back to Camealot,before they continued on, but I refused. I could tell that Lancealot was happy that I stayed with them. A hint of grimice and smile shone through his pain. He fell silent most of the journey through the forest, only speaking directly to the king and trying to not catch my eye. Nor i him, as I am finally reunited with my King. The man I married and love, so for now, I would force any feelings for Lancealot into the depths of my soul and never let any of those relished moments surface again. I would only allow myself to look into Arthur's eyes from now on, gentle and caring.
Bors pulled out a drawn up map, provided by the huntsman back at Valerin's castle. "Should we camp now, Sire?"