Gwen followed Queen Louise as she led them into a secluded spot. The blonde said nothing but only grew more suspicious when the guards were dismissed. The two took a seat on the chairs that were left of the tavern and Gwen took a deep breath to calm herself. Gwen sat with the proper posture of a lady even though what was left was covered in ash.

Louise launched into Henry’s history and Gwen listened intently, never interrupting the Queen. Gwen still haven’t spoken when Louise rejoined her guards, she only nodded as the other lady left. Finally the girl let herself relax and think over the new information. So Samuel disappeared? Gwen vaguely remembered the boy, probably meeting him at one point but she honestly never dwelt on it. It was probably the same time when her father passed away. She was very much in her own world during those months. But Henry’s condition… How should she approach him now? Should she act like she doesn’t know until Henry has another attack? Gwen was lost in her own thoughts and didn’t notice the two figure that joined her. 

Fenrir was by her side when she finally looked up. By now she was use to the silent wolf and wasn’t too surprised by his sudden appearance. However Fenrir had his eyes trained to a crumbled wall across the tavern. And Matthew appeared. Gwen stood up and knocked over the chair. Fenrir stepped forward getting between Matthew and Gwen.

“Lyn,” Matthew greeted and gave her a curt nod. Gwen’s mind raced. What was he doing here? Was there another ambush planned? But Matthew say the fear on her face. He shook his head. “I’m not here about that. I just wanted to see if you were ok.”

“I’m alright thank you.” Matthew made a move to leave but Gwen called out. “Why? Why are you with them?”

Matthew shook his head. “There are things I need to do. Take care of yourself, Lyn.” And he disappeared, leaving Gwendolyn for the second time. She followed Fenrir as he led them back to the camp. Her expression was grim. Should she mention this to her Queen? But she decided against it. Uncle Matthew wouldn’t betray his country… he wouldn’t betray her. For a brief moment the flood of emotions overwhelmed her. The memories of her father’s funeral and how Uncle Matthew held her hand while Robert held her other. She broke out of her daze and realized that they had stopped near the edge of the camp. Her face was buried in Fenrir’s neck. Gwen composed herself and stepped back into the camp with her familiar by her side. There were still many things she needed to do and her top priority was to check up on her friends.