Hello all...I'M BAAAAACK! So I decided to write the sequel because the majority of my reviewers wanted one. I m excited to write this story so as always read and review loves!

Liliana leaned against a tree looking out over Brandon Hill and absently rubbed the scar that had almost ended her life. The battle had happened a little almost seven months ago and the scar was the only physical reminder of that fateful day. The mental was still implanted.

She had become watched over by the knights more frequently than she ever had before. Lancelot and Arthur were wary to let her out of their sight, much less out of the fort. Today she had sneaked out while they had been busy attending to other matters and for the first time felt as it had been before she had disappeared for a year.

A lot had changed since she had returned. Rome had now abandoned the outpost and her brother ruled as king, which as he pointed out made her the princess. She scoffed at the word princess. It made her sound weak; something she had been striving not to be for most of her life. However the peace that had come over the land since her brother's wedding made her smile as the memories came back from months past.

FLASBACK

The Knights all stood proudly as they watched as their commander and soon-to-be king, wed Guinevere, uniting the two people into one kingdom, Liliana's eyes shown with pride for her brother and friend as they were we by her father and leader of Woads, Merlin.

"Arthur, Guinevere," Merlin addressed each of them in turn, "Our people are one, as you are."

Liliana smiled as she and the rest of those gathered raised their arms and cheered for them. Feeling an arm go about her waist, Liliana looked up into the deep brown eyes of Lancelot and smiled as they both reached for one of the twin blades located on his back and raised them high into the air, saluting her newly crowned brother.

From the corner of her eye she saw Bors look into his newest son's eyes and mumble,"Now I'm really gonna have to marry your mother."

All the knights, including Tristan, could barely keep the smiles off their faces as they watched as the fiery auburn haired Vanora snatch the babe out of his arms and wittingly retort with, "Who said I'd have you?"

Sending her friend a amused smile, Liliana felt Lancelot's lips brush her temple as he whispered into her ear, "So when are we going to start our own brood?"

Blushing, Liliana gave him an affectionate slap to the arm and just shook her head all the while smiling. When was indeed the question.

Turning back to the festivities at hand, the crowd quieted as Arthur raised his hands for silence. "Let every man, woman, child bear witness that from this day all Britons will be united in one common cause!"

Once again the crowd cheered as Arthur and Guinevere raised Excalibur into the air, proclaiming the beginning of a new era.

Liliana smiled and the memory and remembered what she had told Arthur and Guinevere that night at the feast that was held afterwards. "This celebration, this hope, these people needed that."

She had turned out to be right. The people rejoiced at being under Arthur's full commander and the fort, now deemed Camelot, thrived. Peace and prosperity reigned and the people lived in hope for a better tomorrow.

Although, she had not been truly happy when Arthur and Guinevere had wed. She felt slightly left out now that her brother had Guinevere there and now it was not just she and the knights that were in his primary concern for wellbeing. She admitted to a bout of jealousy and was not fully recovered from it. She was happy for her brother but also felt a sense of sadness, he no longer needed her as he used to.

Lancelot had not helped matters at all. When talk of marriage had jokingly come up between the knights one drunken night, she was saddened to overhear that Lancelot had not said one word of them ever being married. She knew for a fact that Lancelot was in love with her and she knew for a fact that it still scared him to care deeply for one person so much. But it scared her more to know that she had no full commitment out of Lancelot besides his declaration that he was hers.

She looked up when she felt the nudge of her horse Arrow. Reaching up to stroke the fine beast's muzzle, she began the play with the intricate trinkets and beads that were woven into his mane. When she thought of it, she was Merlin's only rightful child, therefore she was first to become commander of the Woad race. Sighing she realized that she could not escape the title of princess no matter how hard she tried.

Closing her eyes, she lay down under the shade of the tree and just listened to the forest around her. It was her lullaby and she felt her tension release from her. She heard Arrow begin to nibble on the grass a few paces from her and if she strained her ears hard enough, she could hear the murmuring voices of the townspeople as they went about their business for the day.

Hearing the crunching of grass coming toward her, she realized that her moment of peace would soon be interrupted by one of her brothers in arms. From the clumsy sounds of it, Galahad had come looking for her.

Squinting as she opened her eyes, Liliana could make out his outline as he stood over her with his arms crossed, "Young lady where do you think you have been? If Arthur or Lancelot had heard that no one knew where you were? Think of what…"

"I know!" she interrupted," please Galahad, leave me to my peace for a bit."

Galahad looked at her. She looked tired and frustrated, emotions that she rarely let show around Lancelot for he would immediately start fussing over her.

Nodding, he sat down beside her and began playing with locks of her hair, "Well may I intrude on your peace for awhile?"

Once again cracking her eyes open the stare at the knight only a year older than herself, Liliana nodded and continued to rest under the giant tree, Arrow nibbling on grass nearby.

A while later, Liliana and Galahad began to head back toward the fort with a promise between them that if he did not tell where she went off to today, she would not tell where he had been.

Arrow following behind her without a lead, Liliana strode over to the barn where she let Arrow into his stall. Smiling as he nudged her with his head she began to stroke him as she leaned on his side.

"What do you think boy? Hmm? Everything's going to be all right isn't it boy? Yeah, I don't know either" She murmured as the beast shook his head slightly.

"You know if you start listening to a horse rather than listening to your brother and I we may begin to have some problems," said a voice breaking the silence around Liliana.

Cautiously turning her head toward the voice, Liliana's bright green eyes were meet with the slightly amused and reprimanding russet eyes staring back at her.

"What ever do you mean?" she innocently inquired as she shut Arrow's stall door sauntered over to Lancelot.

Wrapping his arms around her torso, Lancelot bent down to look straight into her eyes, "I mean, love, going outside the fort without telling anyone about where you were going to be and going alone."

It was her turn now to give the reprimanding look, "Lancelot," she began gently, "it is not your place nor Arthur's to tell me what to do. I shall do as I please and there will be no arguing against it!" and with that she pulled out of his embrace and turned to walk out of the barn.

Lancelot gave an exasperated sigh as he followed after her, spinning her around by grabbing her arm. "It is my place! I want your safety more than anything else and I do not understand why you challenge me!"

Liliana forced herself to relax in Lancelot's grip. Closing her eyes, she began to shake her head, "Lancelot I am not a child any longer. I do not need to be protected. You yourself should know that I hate being coddled and yet you are the one most guilty! Why do you insist on keeping me within arms reach at all times?!"

Lancelot released her arm and a look of defeat crossed his face. His eyes turned solemn as he began to stare at the hard packed dirt floor, "Liliana," he began with his voice wavering, "I cannot lose you again. I almost lost you twice and I will not let it be a third time. Not while I am able to protect you."

Liliana felt the guilt well up inside her. Stroking Lancelot's cheek with her hand, she lifted his head so she was able to meet his concerned eyes, "You won't lose me. You can't. Not while I have you to keep me fighting. You are the reason I am alive."

Lancelot scoffed at this and abruptly turned his head away, "Lancelot I mean it! I had you to come back for. That is enough of a reason for me to fight to live. I can't have a day without you."

That was all Lancelot needed to hear before he swept her up into his arms and pressed her lips to his. Liliana could feel his need for reassurance and she willingly gave it to him by responding to him when he begged for entrance into her mouth. The kiss was not he most passionate that they had ever shared, but it conveyed emotions so strong that words could not describe the feeling that was shared.

Breaking away, they rested their foreheads against one another as they tried to catch their breath.

"Promise me one thing," Lancelot began with panted breathing, "Promise me that no matter what happens, you put your life before mine."

Liliana shook her head. "I cannot promise that."

He gave her a tired look and added, "Please. I need to know that you will keep yourself safe."

Once again shaking her head, Liliana inquired, "Could you promise the same? To hold your life higher than mine?"

Lancelot shook his head, "Liliana you cannot ask me to..."

He was broken off when Liliana's lips gently met his, "If you cannot promise then I cannot."

Sighing in defeat Lancelot shook his head and wrapped his arm around Liliana's waist, "I will not argue anymore, love."

Smirking, Liliana put her own arm around Lancelot and smiled, "Good."

The next morning, Liliana was awakened by a terrible dream that had been plaguing her for several nights now. She thought she had left this nightmare in the past, but something told her that this dream was no ordinary dream. Something was coming.

Rubbing her face in exhaustion, she made her way down to the round room after gently prying herself from Lancelot's arms that encircled her. Figuring that no one would be in there because of the early hour, she was startled to see her brother sitting in his chair with a wine goblet resting in his hand. His eyes were gazing at a piece of flooring far away and his mind was no where near Camelot.

She cleared her throat to get his attention and smiled as she watched him jump out of his reverie, "Anything interesting going on in that head of yours brother?"

He smiled slightly in seeing her, "Nothing to concern you with, "he replied.

Liliana gave him a slight glare as she sat down beside him, "Tell me please? We never talk anymore."

Arthur nodded. It had been a long time. There was so much to be attended to with trying to stabilize peace. "It may seem silly but I have been having these dreams of sort. My br-someone from my past keeps showing in them and I fear that the time may be nearing that I will have to face this demon."

Liliana gave him a look of disbelief. Sharing the same theme of a dream was not a good omen. Not a good omen at all.

"What troubles you?" Arthur asked.

Liliana simply stared at him with wide eyes, "I have been having dreams also from someone in my past. It feels like she is coming and these dreams are being sent to haunt me. She is trying to let me know what she is capable of and what is in store for me."

Arthur nodded. That was the same idea in his dreams, if you could call them dreams. They both sat there in silence, lost in their thoughts.

Then Arthur broke the silence, "Liliana are you happy?"

She turned to look at him with a confused face and then she though about what he had said. Was she happy? Was she? She had some hard times during her life and after the battle she seemed to only have things slowly get better and then worse. It was a whirlwind of ups and downs. But when she thought of it, she was home with the knights. Lancelot was here and he loved her. All the knights loved her. Her brother and Guinevere were here and they seemed to be happy. So then, yes, she was happy.

"I believe I am. There is nothing that I can think of that would make me be anything but happy. Are you?" she questioned.

Arthur looked at her with a small smile on his face, "I have every thing I could have ever wanted, yes I am happy as well."

"Good," she replied. "You of all people deserve happiness."

"Thank you," he replied before taking her hand, "But you do too. You and Lancelot both. I am happy for the both of you."

Liliana gave a small giggle, "Well I am happy for you and Guinevere. The irony of you marrying her was very strange to me. I laugh thinking about the circumstances sometimes."

He gave a small smile once again, "It was not ironic that you are Lancelot were destined to be together. He lost his heart to you the first day he saw you. You have that trait. You make any man yours by just looking at him. You've done it to me, Lancelot, and all the knights here."

She smiled with his compliment and rested her hand on his back before resting her head on her arm on the table. They were both tired and if they could attempt to get an ounce more of sleep it was to be a miracle but worth a try. She felt her eyes begin to droop once again and noticed Arthur had rested his head in his arms on the table and was breathing evenly, a sure sign that he was as close to sleep as she was. Sighing, Liliana let herself succumb to the darkness that enveloped her.

Lancelot awoke to an empty bed. Looking around, he noticed that Liliana must have dressed already and was gone, for her dress and boots were missing and that it must have been some time ago for her space that was usually warm with her body heat was cold. Squinting out into the small window in his room, he noted that the sky was an ominous shade of dark grey, which meant by the coldness in the room that they were in for either rain, snow, or both.

Sighing, he stood up and dressed himself for the day and opting to grab his cloak to shield himself from the frigidness of the early morning in the castle. Jols would not have the place to a proper temperature till at least noon.

Upon exiting his room, he saw Guinevere, Dagonet, and Gawain walking down the corridor toward him. He opened his mouth to ask if they knew where Liliana had went to when two screams simultaneously broke through the air. Two screams that sent fear striking into his very core.

Looking quickly to Guinevere, he noticed that she had gone considerably pale as she recognized both screams as that of her husband and her closest friend.

Only a second later than the screams occurred, Dagonet half yelled, "The round room!" and they were all off at a dead sprint, hoping that everything was all right, but each knowing that for Arthur and Liliana to scream as they did, in sheer fear, that there was something dreadfully wrong.

Well here is the first chapter! I know I took extremely long to post this but the past few months were the most hectic months of my life. There were literally four weddings and a funeral. A few exams and work got in the way but I promise I will try and update soon! I hope you all like this story! It is going to have some interesting things happen, but as always read and review!