A/N: I loved this movie and now I'm writing about it. P
Summary: Four best friends, each of them of foreign descent are torn apart by time and reunited by slavery. The only way to gain their freedom is to take on a suicidal mission alongside Arthur and the Sarmatian Knights. But honestly, putting together four hormone-crazed women and some hot Knights can only mean one thing: Just who will be stuck on whom?
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The carriage was cramped with passengers; four young women clad in roman gowns. The cloth was poor, signifying that they were not of noble birth. Then again, the shackles that bound them from escaping were a dead give away. Three of them sat on a bench while their leader, whose neck was clasped in iron, sat on the floor.
"So," one woman with shoulder-length chestnut hair began, "does anyone else think it's crazy that we were sent back in time, trained to be warriors, had our mentors and foster families slaughtered, got enslaved by the Bishop from the movie King Arthur, and are now on the way to Hadrian's Wall to meet said King Arthur?"
"He's not king yet, Seda. And no, I don't think it's crazy." This one had auburn hair, the same shade as autumn leaves that fell to her elbows. Her green eyes were narrowed with suppressed anger. "It's a fucking nightmare."
"Aw, come one, Roz. It's not that bad. At least we're together again." She was blond, her curly locks tied at the back in a sloppy bun. She rubbed at her chafed wrists and sighed. "I wish we had some aloe. These shackles are killing me." Her sky-blue eyes gazed down at their oldest on the floor. Her sight trailed from the long black braid that rested on the floor to the dark chocolate eyes seething with hatred. "Nenet, do—"
"Hey, Rosalyn?" Seda shifted in her seat, charcoal eyes scanning the landscape from behind the window. She adjusted her green dress so that she could sit up. "I think we're being attacked by the Blue Man Group."
"Huh? Where?" There was a shuffling sound as Rosalyn tripped over her red dress in an effort to see. She landed on the blond and chuckled, "Sorry, Demi. Bloody dresses. They're so fucking irritating. I feel naked under this thing!"
"Well, actually, we are naked—" Demi suddenly screamed and pushed Rosalyn and Seda against the opposite wall, successfully tipping the carriage onto its side. "Holy shit! The blue men tried to kill us!"
Her companions were oblivious to her statement since Rosalyn was under Seda and Nenet was on her back beside them. A scattered array of thuds hit the carriage and an arrow grazed Demi's arm. Nenet was on her feet in an instant. "Get up. Seda, Rosalyn." They scrambled to their feet and stood at her side.
Demi ripped off a small strip of her blue gown and wrapped it around the wound. "I'm fine, Nenet. But our weapons…" They all knew where it was kept. But how would they be able to..?
"Heathens!"
The Bishop's voice was near the carriage and a clattering against the wood of said carriage had their attention. A bundle of weapons land at their feet; Nenet wasted no time in retrieving her mentor's sword. The others followed her example and waited for her to give the command.
"We move together, understood?" She glanced at Seda who twirled the twin blades in her hands, then to Rosalyn who had a long sword in her hand. Demi had a short sword but that didn't worry her. No, she knew that the little blond had a wide variety of throwing knives hidden in that dress of hers.
"Understood."
"I'm all set."
"Whenever you're ready, Boss Lady."
She rolled her eyes. "Seda quit being a smartass. Let's go." She vaulted out of the carriage, her friends right behind her. They stepped into a circle of Woads and hesitated a second before executing every single one of them.
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Arthur and his Knights were surprised to see a group of women cutting down Woads beside a fallen carriage. But what really shocked them was the way they moved. Each of their fighting style was different, as though they trained from different parts of the world.
Galahad had just finished off a Woad when he heard a yelp of pain. His gaze caught sight of a petite woman whose blond hair was being pulled by a Woad. There was a knife at her throat and he could see that she was injured. He rushed to her aid, beheading the blue devil and remained at her side to fend off the remaining foes.
Gawain was in the midst of battle when he heard an annoyed, "Hey!" aimed in his direction. A woman with fiery brown hair held the axe he had thrown moments before and hurled it past his own head and into the chest of a woad. He mouthed a thank you to her, but she had already turned her back on him.
Lancelot was mesmerized by the woman in green. She fought with two swords just as he did, but she was also expressing her emotions quite verbally.
"God dammit!"
"Why, you sneaky son of a…"
"Move along, chubby!"
He found himself laughing at her choice of expletives. Whoever she was, she was very entertaining.
Tristan's perspective was much more observant than the others. His eyes were trained on the woman whose skin was a light bronze and who fought with such accuracy and grace that the word beautiful came to mind. He watched as she received a low punch to the ribs and went down on both knees. The woad above her moved to behead her with his axe when she withdrew a dagger from her boot and threw it right up through her enemy's chin. But her breathing was labored and it took the help of her companions to bring her to her feet.
The battle ended quickly. While Arthur was showing mercy to a woad, a Roman soldier rode over to the women and grabbed the main chain that held them all together.
"What a bloody mess." Bors told Arthur who frowned in return. "That's not the Bishop…" His frown deepened as he walked over to the women. He didn't like what he was seeing. Or hearing.
"Please, Bishop. My arm—"
"It is only a minor injury, Athenian."
"But we are out of salve—Aah!"
He grabbed her by the hair, her shackled wrists raised as she grabbed his hand. "I've kept you alive, haven't I? Such a small wound won't affect your immediate health." He released her so that she stumbled onto her friends.
"Nenet, don't…"The Egyptian clad in a black roman gown had her sword at the Bishop's throat in a second. "All we ask for, your eminence is some salve for her arm. I'm sure that it wouldn't be a stressful task."
He moved to strike her, but Arthur stepped in and caught the Bishop's arm. "I'm disappointed, Bishop, that not only would you enslave women to fight, but you would keep them chained and restricted to such limited movement."
The Bishop chuckled nervously, "Ah, Arthur! You misunderstand. These are gifts given to me by their native leaders. They are only chained because they are harmful to themselves and wouldn't hesitate to harm others if given the chance."
Seda, who was kneeling beside Demi, glared up at him. "You treat us like animals, Bishop. I doubt you were expecting us to be your domestic pets." Rosalyn managed to remove Nenet's blade from the Bishop's throat and put her two-cents in. "Isn't there something in the Bible about slaves being freed? About how the high and mighty would be nothing without its slaves—oh, excuse me—I mean people?"
Arthur's lips twitched as he fought back the urge to smile. "Your 'gifts' seem to be quite intelligent, Bishop. I'm afraid I can't let you through unless you remove their shackles. Don't you agree, Knights?"
They all nodded in agreement and even Tristan bore a superior smile. They watched in amusement as the Bishop grumbled for a minute before he ordered his men to release the women.
The Knights couldn't deny the shock and anger they felt at the sight of the bruised and chafed skin. The women ignored their stares and moved to help their injured friend. Their dark-skinned leader stayed behind, for the Bishop leaned down and caught her collarbone in a bone-crushing grip. The only notion that it hurt was the way she winced and averted her eyes. Tristan didn't like the way her eyes widened before she was shoved to the ground. Just what did the Bishop say to frighten her so?
Nenet was trembling. With fear or excitement, she couldn't tell. She refused to acknowledge the fear, but the excitement quickly became anxiety.
"I've decided a better end for you and your heathen friends. Finally, I shall be rid of you shameful pagans."
What did he mean, she wondered as Arthur knelt to help her up.
"Lady, how do you fair?"
Such compassion shown in his eyes that she managed a heartfelt smile that vanished as fast as it came. "Tired, Arthur Castus. I am so very tired, yet full of happiness." As she took his hand to stand, she whispered into his ear, "We have been slaves for many months. Thank you for giving us a taste of freedom." She stumbled back into a solid, fleshy wall. Tilting her head back, she caught sight of dark, obsidian eyes and two tribal tattoos before everything went black.
Rosalyn stepped in before Arthur could freak out. "Don't worry about Nenet. She hasn't slept in days." She lowered her voice as the Bishop retired to his carriage. "he takes his anger out on her the most because she always tries to kill him when he beats the rest of us." She said it matter-of-factly, as though their hellish six months as slave of Rome was more a walk in the park.
"And you are?" Arthur was genuinely curious.
She blinked then did a small curtsy. "Rosalyn, Sir. As I've said before, that's Nenet. Seda is the one in green and Demi is the one who's injured. I hope it isn't too much to ask but…" Her eyes flicked to the Bishop's carriage then to the other Knights.
The Roman Commander understood perfectly. "Of course, Lady Rosalyn. Your friends may ride with my Knights. Tristan." He looked to his Scout, who shifted the woman in his arms and nodded.
Seda, who was eavesdropping, ran over to Lancelot. "I'm riding with him!" When he smirked down at her, she felt her insides melt. "Tell me this, Sir Knight. Which horse is yours so I know which to ride," Her voice came out as a silken purr and he chuckled.
"The black one. Are you sure that it is my horse you wish to ride?" Her knees almost buckled as his hand at her back guided her to the stallion.
As he seated her on the saddle in front of him, his hands settled on her thighs, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. "Are you implying that there is a more magnificent beast that I should be riding? I don't even know your name." She knew. She just wanted to hear him say it.
His thumbs traced delicate patterns on her very upper thighs as his lips brushed her ear. "I am Lancelot, the most handsome of the Knights. But you, my Lady, may call me yours." He nipped the shell of her ear and her back arched against his chest. Gods, he was good.
"For Christ's sake, Seda! You just met the man!" Rosalyn shouted from where she helped Demi onto Galahad's saddle. Her friend gave a wicked grin as she shouted right back, "So? And don't say the Lord's name in vain like that." She tilted her head in the Bishop's direction. "It's blasphemous!"
Lancelot chuckled darkly as he settled her hips closer to his so that he could take the reins. "I can show you the meaning of blasphemy, dearest Lady. A trip to my room should suffice."
From there, Seda was rendered almost speechless, deaf, and damn near blind to anything else. "It sounds promising," she whispered as her hand closed over his in acceptance of his offer.
"Good grief. That girl is a hopeless cause." But as Gawain offered a hand up onto his saddle, Roz sighed. I'm just as bad as she is. Giving him her best smile, she thanked him as she was practically seated on his lap. She leaned back against his chest and breathed in his scent. Just that alone had her insides burning with pleasure. Oh no. She wasn't just as bad; she was much, much worse.
"Rosalyn, I doubt you really care about Seda's virtue." Demi wasn't fairing any better. Galahad had one hand on her waist and the other on the reins.
Rosalyn snorted, "Ha. You mean her lack of virtue." Arthur began leading them to the Wall. "But it's not like she cares either." Demi nodded. "Yeah, maybe it's because the Bishop isn't there to punish her for her 'harlot tendencies.' That girl is no more a harlot than she is a proper lady." The two women shared a look of understanding before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Where did the Bishop find you ladies?" Bors' question destroyed the carefree atmosphere and Demi shrugged. "He took us from some of Rome's conquered lands. I'm from Greece, Rosalyn is from Spain, Seda is from Armenia, and Nenet is from Egypt."
"So Rome has spread its influence farther than I thought." This troubled Arthur. That much land was bound to cause trouble within the Roman government. Too many greedy senators and clergy men running amok. The Bishop was one of them.
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A/N: Good god that took forever! Thanks for reading!
