Today was the Council Meeting, during which time a messager arrived with bad news, very bad news. Bandits have been spotted on the borders. They seem to be checking out the lay of the land for the moment, but that's thing about bandits they never stay away for long. I thought the best thing to do would be to send a small portion of the standing army to go and provide protection for the border towns. Apparently though that was too simplistic for the others, Monmouth seemed to be under the impression that going through old records of some war from centuries ago would help. That man is an idiot sometimes.

Eventually, Father decided the patrols would continue, since the bandits might be a diversion tactic and the army should be here at full strength.

Still, at least he considered my idea first.

I didn't have a chance to track down Morgana or Guinevere today. Hopefully tomorrow, because if I don't at least speak to Guinevere I'm going to go insane.

And yes, I should speak with Morgana as well.

No sign of Cenred's men...I'm beginning to think something is definitely going on...If he thinks he can launch a surprise attack on us however, he's got another thing coming.

But upon my return, I got to experience this bizarre experience.

I'm left rather...confused by it, quite frankly. And I'm not sure what to do with this rose...

I should just go to sleep, perhaps it'll all make sense to me in the morning.

Or not...

Guinevere reappeared this morning!

Of course, it wasn't all good news...Cenred, that bastard, kidnapped her and as it turned out her brother.

Who is still with Cenred and his...group, obviously the plan is to draw me in (although how they knew...), well Cenred shall get his wish. Merlin, Guinevere and I will be setting out tomorrow to rescue Elyan.

In all honesty? I'm looking forward to making Cenred pay for this. He'll be sorry he ever set he's eyes on Camelot when I'm through with him.

Hurt Guinevere, deal with me.

I quite like the sound of that...

I've even got a plan! Although there was a bit of detour with myself and myself from the distant future.

No time to consider the strangeness of that, now to figure out how to get past Father...