This is a fic by two authors, me, BillieLiv and my friend Jojo-sweetie!
Since its taking me (Billie) so long to update my other stories (I'm finishing the next chaps.) we decided to give you this stuff here to keep you sweet.....
We know the time of Boudicca was earlier and other stuff but on the bright side, only Dragonet died....we still find it depressing but, we can't save them all....
(Billie didn't want to kill him off, but I (Jojo) thought it best to leave one knight in his grave.)
This takes place after the movie! And we swear this will not turn out to be a Marry-Sue! (Boudicca will not end up with a knight! We don't want her to have romance at all.)
So enjoy!
Freedom and Vengeance
Today it was feast in the great halls of Arthur, king of Camelot. It was exactly one year ago that Arthur had his great victory over the Saxons.
Arthur was looking smilingly at his knights, they where holding a drinking competition. His group of knights had expanded slightly. The new recruits where: the very charismatic, handsome and noble knight Lanval; Dinadan, the silent student of Tristan; and Coalan a farmer's son, they had found the boy while he was fighting rebels.
"Who will win?" Guinevere asked Arthur nudging him in the ribs.
"The usual." He answered amused by his knights.
"So they will not stop until they are all unconscious." Guinevere laughed.
Meanwhile the young Coalan had fallen of his chair. He and the other new knights could never win drinking competitions of old veterans like Bors.
"Milord?" A young messenger said nervously trying to get his lords attention.
"Yes boy?" Arthur said, yet his eyes where still fixed on his men.
"There is a stranger at the gait; he wants to enter the hall." The boy answered, his voice quivering with nervousness.
"What dos he want?" Guinevere asked.
"He says he is entertainment." The boy said; he looked at the floor when Guinevere smiled at him.
"Then let him enter." Arthur said a smile formed on his lips; Lanval had just stolen Lancelot's drink and was being chased after by Lancelot, they could be such children at times.
"I will deliver the message to the guard's milord and lady." The boy said running off.
"Why do all those boys fear me so?" Arthur asked frowning.
"They all think you are bloodthirsty because of you're reputation as a great warlord." Guinevere answered; she could not hold the amusement out of her voice. It was so strange to her that someone could call Arthur bloodthirsty.
"Arthur!" Lancelot called from the knights there table. "Won't you join us?!"
"I'm leaving the chore of getting drunk to you Lancelot!" Arthur yelled back.
The curly haired knight smirked at his friend and resumed his drinking. But Arthur didn't see how his eyes landed on Guinevere for a moment.
Suddenly the doors opened with a load shriek. The guest stopped there talking, dancing and drinking for a moment to look at the black cloaked figure that entered the room. He looked intimidating the way he walked was so arrogant.
"You said that you where entertainment?" Arthur called to the figure.
"That I am." The clear voice of the mysterious person answered. He grabbed a cup of whine that stood on a table he passed by. He was walking towards the oak thrones of Arthur and Guinevere.
"Than what can you do?" Arthur questioned the person.
"See you're future, see you're past." He answered; at this point he was standing in front of the thrones.
"What do you see?" Arthur asked.
The whole hall was looking at them.
"Death." The dark figure said throwing both a dagger and the cup of wine at Guinevere. After this action he started to run.
Most of the people in the hall didn't understand what just happened, but the knights where still on there guard. The observant Dinadan threw a dagger at the fleeing attacker of Guinevere. But he managed to dodge it with catlike speed, and was out of the hall before others could react. The knights stormed after him.
Arthur immediately turned to his wife who was sitting there stunned by fear. The dagger had landed right above her shoulder and the cup had hit her head.
"Guinevere?" He said; slight panic was in his eyes. "Are you alright?"
"It wasn't a kill shot." She said breathless. "It was a warning."
Arthur frowned and looked at the dagger that was imbedded in his wife's throne. It had a red piece of clothe tied to it. He pulled it out of the throne and took a closer look at the dagger; it was delicately made and......now he saw the piece of clothe was not naturally red, it was dipped in blood...
"What dos it mean?" Guinevere asked; she was as pale as a death.
"It is the sign of the rebels." The voice of Dinadan answered. He and the other knights where walking back into the room.
"We couldn't catch the attacker." Lancelot said.
"It was an organized attack." Gawain added.
"And he is a damn fast runner." Lanval said.
"It wasn't a he." Tristan mumbled.
"What?" Arthur asked frowning slightly.
"It was a woman; the footfall of the attacker was to light to be male." Tristan explained.
"Do you think the same thing as me?" Dinadan asked his teacher.
Tristan nodded.
"Can the two lonesome scouts enlighten us common knights?" Lancelot asked frowning.
"The rebels have been growing in number." Tristan said. "There leader is very...bloodthirsty."
"Prasutagus was killed six years ago, I saw him die, the rebels are divided, leaderless." Arthur argued.
"His oldest daughter has taken over command and united them, the only thing she thinks of his revenge." Dinadan replied. "We heard the rumour while scouting."
"She is dangerous Arthur." Tristan added.
"You believe we can't fight a girl?" Lancelot asked amused by the fact that the two scouts where intimidated by a female.
"Do you know what she and her troops do to Roman women?" Dinadan said aggressively to Lancelot. "They hang them, than cut of there victims breasts and stuff them in there mouths."
The whole hall listened to the young scout in horror.
"Fisherwomen's talk." Lancelot said dismissing the younger man's information as gossip.
Dinadan was about to bite back but Tristan silenced him.
"This is not mere gossip Lancelot, it is reality." The otherwise cheerful Coalan said darkly. "I have seen there victims once, it was horrid. In the villages they never speak of the rebels, of al people they fear Boudicca most."
"You should not speak only bad of her." The old voice of the Queens father, Merlin said. He was walking towards the company in slow paces.
"She just tried to kill your daughter old man." Lancelot said irritated by Merlin's company.
"Yet she deserves respect, almost all tribes who do not wish to be commanded by Romans, all of them are ready to die for the queen fierce enough to take on the Roman Empire." Merlin said undisturbed.
"Why dos she want to kill Guinevere?" Arthur asked his wife's father.
"In her eyes Guinevere is a traitor to the Britons." Merlin said sighing deeply.
"Where can I find this Boudicca?" Arthur said thoughtful.
"Everywhere and nowhere." Merlin mumbled. "She is under Vivian of the lakes protection."
"Then we shall pay Vivian a little visit." Arthur said mysteriously.
T.B.C
We swear it will be more interesting! And bloody!
Xxx Billie and Jojo