"Be my guest. It will allow me a much needed reprieve at the very least."

He gave her a look, before pulling away and continuing on towards the castle. After a couple of steps, he stopped, recalling their positions and recalling how they arrived here. He was still angry at her, angry at this entire argument and situation, but there was also fear there as well. These woods were dangerous. They were even more dangerous now than they had been months ago, when his father and Morgana were ambushed.

He rounded back, walking past Morgana and approaching one of the guards.

"I want six of you men to escort the Lady Morgana on a hunt. Do not let her out of your sight. And if she grows tired of that, take her somewhere else, I do not care where. I have very important matters to attend to and I cannot be disturbed by anyone, even the queen."

He gave Morgana a meaningful look, before turning away and not looking at her as he walked past.