Hey everyone, so here is my story. It's the first one I've ever done so please be gentle! I hope you like it!

Chapter one - Sofia

The battle had finally ended. After a day and a half of non-stop combat, Arthur and his Knights were victorious over the Saxons.
"Check the bodies, there could be some alive in need of medical attention" said Arthur, the commander of the knights.
The knights wondered around the battle field in search of any of their brothers-in-arms that could still be alive. Dagonet, a tall and intimidating knight, but a kind and gentle man walked carefully so he didn't kick any of the bodies. He saw something out the corner of his eye that he did not expect. That Saxon has very feminine features he thought, getting closer.
"Arthur!" he called. All of the knights looked up, seeing Dagonet motioning for them to come closer.
He bent down, moving the Saxon bodies off of the person's legs and torso. He reached up and touched the person's neck. There was a faint pulse. Not much, but a pulse none the less.
"A woman" he announced as the others joined him.
"What?" asked Galahad, the youngest of the knights.
"She's still alive" he added. Arthur bent down and moved the blood and mud caked hair from the young woman's face.
"She's young" stated Galahad. Arthur nodded in agreement,
"No older then 20" he decided.
He stood up then, looking at Dagonet,
"Get her on your horse and take her back to the fort, a maid will help you find her a room when you arrive" he said. Dagonet nodded and gently picked up the young woman. Gawain, one of the younger knights followed behind him. He held the woman as Dagonet got on his horse, and they placed her so she was leaning against his chest so she wouldn't fall. He kicked his horse into a gallop and raced to the fort. Just as Arthur said, when he arrived a maid was at his side.
"I need a room for this woman, and clean water and cloths as well" he said. The maid nodded and led him to a small room.
"I shall return with the water" she said before she quickly left.
Dagonet placed the woman down on the bed and pulled the covers up over her. He noticed a large gash on the woman's right arm. That's going to need stitches he decided after examining it. Soon the maid returned with a bucket of warm water and cloths.
"Here you go Sir" she said placing it at his side. He smiled,
"Can I trouble you for a sewing kit? She needs stitches" he asked politely.
"Of course Sir, no trouble at all, poor thing" she said, looking over the young woman.
"Yes, looks like she's been through a lot" said Dagonet, wetting one of the cloths. The maid returned a moment later with the sewing kit and then left Dagonet to watch over the girl. He washed away the blood and dirt from her face, neck, arms and hands. He decided he would leave the rest for her to do on her own. He took his time carefully stitching her arm, he didn't want her to have a large scar. After he felt the woman was ok, he left for the night, promising he would return first thing in the morning.
The next morning the young woman felt herself waking up. She felt warmth around her, which was pleasant, but that soon vanished when she felt incredible pain in her right arm. Her eyes opening quickly, the girl sat up, frightened at her new surroundings. She looked at her arm and saw the large gash and the stitches. That explains the pain she thought. She looked around. She was in a small room with wooden walls. There was a small fire place in the corner and beside her bed was a table and matching chair. She looked down at herself and saw she was still in her dirty clothes and she could feel her hair being weighed down by the amount of mud in it. She wanted a bath, badly. Suddenly she remembered something and quickly she threw the blankets off of her. She sighed in relief, oh thank god she thought, smiling at her father's dagger that was poking out of her boot.
She was startled by a quiet knock and then the door opening and she quickly pulled her blankets back up. A tall man walked in, holding a plate with two slices of bread on it. He smiled when he saw her sitting up.
"Ah, your awake, you've been out since yesterday" he said, placing the plate on the table beside her. When she didn't say anything he sat down across from her in the chair.
"What's your name, my lady?" he asked her.
"Sofia" the girl said quietly.
"Sofia, what a beautiful name."
Sofia eyed the bread beside her and the tall man laughed,
"Go ahead, I figured you would be hungry".
Sofia didn't have to be asked twice. She wolfed down the bread so quickly; she blushed at the thought of eating that way in front of someone. The man stood up suddenly, startling her.
"Oh I am sorry; I do not mean to scare you. I shall send in a maid to bring you warm water and a new outfit, you may want to wash up before our meeting with Arthur" he said, taking the empty plate. He nodded once before leaving the room. Who was this man? Sofia didn't have much time to think about this because the maid entered with her bath water.
"Come on dear, let's get you cleaned up" she said. Sofia smiled; it had been so long since her last bath. The maid's hands were gentle as she scrubbed the dirt off of her back and ran her hands threw her hair to get it clean. Sofia was happy to be in the presence of another woman, she didn't feel the need to constantly look over her shoulder, and that relaxed her. Once Sofia was cleaned up and in a new dress- it was a green long sleeved dress and it ran down to her ankles- the tall man from before came back to escort her to the Great Hall. They were silent the entire way, and when they entered the hall, a group of men stood up to welcome them.
A man approached them and Sofia decided he must be their leader.
"Welcome to the Great Hall my lady," he said touching her shoulder. Sofia shied away from the touch but the man just dropped his arm as if nothing happened.
"My name is Arthur, and these are my men" he said gesturing around the large circular table. He introduced them one by one, and they either nodded or smiled when they heard their name. The tall man who escorted her she found out was named Dagonet.
"Please, have a seat" he said leading her to an empty chair beside his own.
"What is your name, my lady?" he asked her. Sofia grew nervous, feeling all their eyes on her.
"Sofia" she said quietly.
"Sofia?" Arthur repeated louder, both because he wanted to make sure he heard her right, and because he wasn't sure the men on the other side of the room could hear her. She nodded.
"Tell me Sofia, what were you doing in the battle field yesterday?" asked Arthur.
Oh no, not already, I can't talk about this, not with all their eyes on me Sofia hesitated.
"I, I cannot remember" she said. A few of the other knights snickered, seeing threw the lie easily.
"You cannot remember why you were in battle with a bunch of Saxons?" asked a knight who had been introduced as Lancelot. The young girl shook her head, feeling tears of both fear and anger welling up in her eyes. Arthur gave Lancelot a warning glare, as if telling him to be easy on her.
"How old are you, Sofia?" asked Arthur. She cleared her throat,
"18."
"And where is your family?" he asked. Sofia looked him in the eye, almost begging him not to make her say it. When the girl said nothing, Arthur realized he wouldn't get any more information from her, at least not this morning. He stood up, looking at the rest of his men.
"Shall we have lunch then?" he asked. The rest of the men stood up and smiled, thankful the interrogation was over. Arthur looked down at the girl,
"Would you like to join us?" he asked. She shook her head,
"I think I will just go back to my room if that's alright?" she asked.
"Of course, Jols, can you escort his young lady to her room?" Jols was like Arthur's right-hand-man, always there to help out.
"No no, thanks but I know the way" she said and she left quickly without giving Jols the chance to catch up.