Fondness Can't Save You
((Read the prequel to Fondness...Beautiful Disaster!))
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Notice: Since many of the other fics I've written, I understand some people don't enjoy their favorite characters to be written in a light which isn't 'perfect'. Well, in the movie 'King Arthur' Lancelot is given a twist, he is more or less some what slimy, rude a womanizer and arrogant. I believe it to be a interesting twist on the tale I love. So, that is how I wrote Lancelot. But I still believe his character to be honest, and dependable. So spare me the reviews asking for Lancelot's character to be changed, or how you hate how he is portrayed.
Also, I have created my own female character, just to make it interesting, and I slapped more of a romantic twist. YES Guinevere and Arthur will stay together, I'm in interrupting their relationship.
It's based mostly around the girl, Lana, Arthur's 'sister', just because I wanted to write a tale with a Lady besides Guinevere around the Knights.
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Italics mean that it is either a memory, or a thought.
One
The slick airy night was fading, and the blistering breeze violently crushed all that opposed it. Dew drops once lonely was now accompanied by flushing rain, dripping down anything that was in it's trail. Every bump, every ditch, every scuff of land on the horses hooves made the ride into a continuous blur, shapes shifting in motion, causing her mind to flow quicker with pace.
"...Over the mountain..." She muttered under her breath, hunched over her original position, with the horse's main drifting back and forth in her eyes view. When the green, brown and other earthed colored disappeared from the corners of her eyes, she closed them, and drew a deep breath, awakening what she'd held in for years.
Each jolting gallop made her hunger intensify, and it only took moments before her eyes flashed open, and all she dreamt about, was before her. Home.
With a widening smile, she patted the strong horse, congratulating the long mission, which had ended as they passed the fields, and approached the iron gates.
"Name?" A guard above the wall hollered below, removing the her tied up hair, the woman laughed.
"Must I really state my name for you to open the gates?" She gave a hearty smile as the guard waved his arm, signaling for the gate to open. "All I want is home." With her heart beating at a high pace, her chest rushed with a warm sensation as the heavy gates made a screeching sound, something she remembered so long ago. Warming stares and burning flames comforted her eyes as the guards allowed her in the small community hidden from the world.
People laugh, children played and as she trotted to rest her horse with clean water and hay, she felt that home state of mind begin to take over. Her long hair brushed her cherry cheeks, and when she licked her lips, she could taste that longing smell of burning berries Bors' lady must have been cooking.
She tied her horse up, with pleasure, and after kissing his snout, she noticed the seven other horses in their pins, and a brilliant white stallion glowing in the night.
"Morty, I'll give you some of supper in a bit," Winking, she told her horse how once she was done eating, she'd feed him her leftovers, as a treat for a safe ride home. The hay creased with her steps, and once she'd left the barn, she stopped to the armory, a shack like hosing, where all weapons where held. Her long dress flowed in the night breeze, and once safely shutting the door behind herself she felt a strange object rush her back. With her stomach burning, she reached near the folds about her waist and with a swift move, she'd pinned whom every was behind her, and held her dagger to their throat.
"Next time you wish to feel up a woman in the dark, I suggest, you close in a Lady with less talent to kill." Her voice hissed in the night, and the person she pinned, laughed hysterically. Feeling their strength flex underneath her blade, she released them, and kicked the door open, allowing light to flush in.
"Lana?" The laughs continued as the voice collided in her memory. The male voice wrapped his hand about her. She stood stiff, until is was clear to whom it was, Galahad. His jaw was ruff, with what she figured was a sign he'd hit puberty. Opening her eyes she noticed those innocent eyes, that where truly only his.
"Galahad!?" Lana, as he'd called her, jumped up and piled her body on his, with more furious laughs, he managed to struggle out of the armory, and they reunited in the well lit night. Finally after a few moments, they released, and his eyes traced over her like it had been a jewel found in the forest.
"Well my Lady, you've been doing well in Rome, huh?" Lana playfully pushed him, but only his shoulder did was bounce back. He saw how she'd grown up, and how beautiful she looked. Her dark purple dress started off the shoulder and was tightly wrapped about her arms, ending at her wrists. And after the tight wrapped corset, it flowed out at her waist, leaving a free moving sheer dress. With all of that, she had a cape, attached to the dress from the back, and draping her back.
"Rome is fine. But nothing like home." Lana winked, Galahad was truly the same mind set as Lana, and she loved him dearly, he truly held a heart of gold. But she was just as eager to see the other Knights, and her radiant eyes was revealing how happy she truly was.
"Of course, can't be the brilliant one without home." Galahad offered Lana his arm. "Come, we have to meet in the fortress hall, it's freedom remember?" Galahad had a twinkle in his eye when freedom slipped from his lips. Lana passed his arm and laughed.
"Dear Galahad, when last did I take a hand from a Knight?" Lana's accent seemed to be returning, in Rome, she adapted to how they spoke, but on her homecoming, the thick British tongue she loved had followed her home. Pulling his arm back and walking along side her, he laughed.
"When it was Lancelot's arm, and his only," Lana shot a nasty glare at Galahad, whom in reply raised his arms in surrender.
"Only joking Lana," She shook her head with disappointment when he grinned with wit as they made their way to the hall.
"Galahad, remember, you're not that funny." Shaking his head, and his brown curls sprung in many directions he sighed.
"The voice you have Ma Lady is soothing, I have to admit, many of us could use the sight of you." Lana shrugged her shoulders, after all, she entered their lives only months after they where taken 15 years ago from their families. She too, entered the life of war. Scholar or not, she was fighting by their side with her own free will. But that was another story. After her blushing cheeks faded, Galahad's brows recoiled.
"My dear Knight, do you boys need a cheering up on your last day of Rome toying? Because I'd believe you all must have high spirits already."
"Yes, but, we have this cranky Bishop about the place."
"Aw, Bishop Germanis, he tends to have a snippy attitude." Lana and Galahad exchanged glances. His eyes eased her tense state, when she'd realized she forgot to empty her weapons in the armory. "Oh, I'll meet you all in a minute, I need to get rid of a load of weapons, until you felt me up of course." Lana watched Galahad turn around and place his hands on his hips.
"Gotta live some how, it's been such a fantasy for years, since you're no longer claimed, why not?" Galahad sarcastically mention, Lana shook a steady finger, while her dress danced over the dirt with her movements. "Does Arthur know you're here?" He called after her.
"No, so shut your mouth or my dagger will firmly be placed in that gut of yours!"