Disclaimer Why do we have to make these? Um well I do not own anything whatsoever to do with the movie King Arthur. If I did I would have Tristan tied to my bed right now and lets just say I would'nt be writing this story.

Prologue-

Bloody hell my mum is going to kill me! The young golden brown haired woman thought to herself. This was the second job that month she lost. The first job was running a fruit stand in the market. Simple enough, right? Wrong. The first day she had five apples stolen and "accidentally" knocked all the fruit to the ground in her frustration. Her boss was defiantly not pleased. He fired her on the spot. To this day she still thought that he was over reacting.

The next job she got fired from (this one she got fired from that day) was a seamstress at the local tailor shop. It was a catastrophe. At first it went okay, well when she didn't have to do anything but stand there and watch the head seamstress show her what she had to do when torn clothes came in etc. The problem was she ended up not paying attention at the beginning thinking it wasn't important and then when she finally realized what the crazy lady was saying was important she got confused. Apparently the beginning part was important. She was about to ask the lady to show her again but she just kept interrupting her.

"Oh you'll do fine. It's easy." The lady said.

Oh how she hated those two words for it seemed everything easy to other people was complicated for Helena. The head Seamstress called back to her to begin mending the breeches laying on a near by table. She didn't have a choice so she picked up a pair and laid them down on her worktable. She took out some needle and thread and began to repair them. Easy enough, she thought. Oh how wrong she was.

About a half hour later the head seamstress came back to check on her and found tables turned over, ripped fabric, pins lying everywhere and in the middle of the Chaos stood Helena jumping up and down shaking her hand that was somehow attached to a pair of pants. She began puling at the pants with her other hand tearing them in two, succeeding in getting her hand free.

"Aha! Yes! My hand, it's finally free!" She said with excitement.

That excitement quickly died down when she stopped and turned around the room looking at the mess she made.

"Fuck!" she yelled, still not realizing her boss was in the room. When she heard a throat clearing she slowly turned around and saw her boss. Lets just say she was angrier then a Woad without his blue body paint.

I'd rather face a Woad at this point. She thought to her self, mockingly.

"Out! Get out! Out of my shop you dumb wench! Look what you did to my shop! You're a catastrophe! GET OUT!" She yelled at the clumsy girl.

And that's how the girl then got in the position of trying to figure out how she was again going to tell her mother she was fired. She could make up some lie saying that her boss was just mean and didn't help her at all. But then again her mother raised her. She already knew how big of a screw up her daughter was. Twenty-four and she was still living at home with her mother.

"What a shame you are. Twenty-four and still not married. When I was your age I already had 3 children and was married for 7 years to your father. What a shame. Your sisters are younger then you are and have been married for some time now." Her mother would always say to her.

It wasn't her fault that men didn't want to court her. Well okay maybe it was. Every man that asked to court her was either an asshole or Roman. And lets face it, who the hell wants that? So every man that hit on her she would either slap, punch or pour something on. Besides none of them were all that attractive anyway.

She just wanted a nice respectable man who loved her for everything even her many faults, preferably Sarmatian, she thought.

Keep dreaming, she told herself. Things like that only happen in stories and songs.

She quickly made her way down the road to the home she lived in all her life. The rest of her family except for her sister moved back to their homeland of Sarmatia. Her mother refused to leave because their father lay buried here and she couldn't bear to leave him. Helena missed her father. He was a good and honorable man. He was a Sarmatian knight like the Sarmatian knights that resided there now. He was lead by Sir Arthur's father and died gallantly in battle along with Arthur's father. His name was Hareth and he met her mother when he was stationed at the fort. They met in the market place and when they spotted each other across the crowd they instantly fell in love. One marriage and four children later here we are.

She entered the house and quickly looked around for her mother, she was nowhere in sight. She must have gone out. Thank the goddess. Thought Helena. She quickly made her way to her bedroom and plopped down on her bed groaning.

Why can't my life just be simple for once, ugh.

She turned on her side and gazed at the book her father had given her. It was filled with fairy tails of all sorts. He used to read it to her every night he would return from a mission. She missed those days, when it was just her and her father. Her father loved all his children but he always had a special place for Helena in his heart. She looked so much like him with her golden brown hair and green eyes and acted just like him too. People could defiantly tell she was his daughter. She missed him so, he always told her to go for her dreams no matter what.

I wish you were here father...

After a while Helena finally got off the bed. Her nose perked up and she smelt around the room for the bad smell but after five minutes she realized it was her. Peee yuuuu!

After a couple buckets full of water from the nearbywell and some soap, the bath was ready to go. She took off her raggedy brown dress she slid into the slightly cold water.

She leaned her head back in the wooden tub and sighed, "Bloody breeches!"

Chapter One-

Helena was in the middle of combing her shoulder length brown hair when she heard her mother come in. She gulped and readied herself to face the ultimate attacker, the most scariest of beast, the one woman who could kill someone with just a glance… Her mother!

She walked into the kitchen to find her mother making some tea. Without even turning she said to Helena, "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes please." Said Helena, not really surprised her mother noticed her before she said anything. I swear that woman has better hearing then any scout in the land.

"Sit." Her mother instructed, so Helena took a seat at the kitchen table. Her mother came over and slammed her cup of tea down in front of her and then turned back to the stove.

Uh oh that's not good. She's angry. Does she know I got fired? Maybe she does. I swear I think that woman can read minds sometimes. Oh goddess what if she really can? Mum can you hear me now?

Her mother's voice brought her out of her mind inquirer and into the presence again.

"I was talking to the women in the market today, and apparently you got fired…again." Her mother said deadly calm.

Helena merely nodded looking down into her tea.

"Apparently you destroyed the entire back room by accidentally sewing your hand to the crotch of a pair of pants."

Helena tried not to laugh. Now looking back on it, it was actually quite funny. Maybe her mother would think so too.

"Are you proud of yourself! Embarrassing yourself and our family?" Or maybe not.

"You're such a shame to our family, why can't you be like your sisters, married and with children! I will not have you becoming an old spinster in this house! If only…"

Helena just tuned her out after that. Never would her mother be proud of her, never would she just say she loved her. Helena wished her father were still there. He always knew how to cheer her up, and would always stand up for her. Helena had had enough of her mother she decided there that she had to to stand up for herself for once. She stood up causing the tea to spill; but she didn't care. Enough was enough!

"Shut up Mother, Shut up! I am sick of your ranting. Iris this Arina that Jacquelyn this. I AM NOT MY SISTERS! I AM ME! And you are just going to have to deal with it. I'm not perfect and I never will be. I'm sorry that I can't live up to your expectations but you know what? FUCK YOU! You're not perfect either. You sit there and judge people for all their faults when you have plenty of your own, you big nobody! Well you know what? I'm fed up with it!" Helena screamed.

"I will not sit here and have you talk this way to me in my own house! How dare you!" Her mother replied angrily.

"Fine! I'm out of here. I'll find my own place and job without any help. Goodbye Mother." On that note she turned on her heel and walked out of the room leaving a shocked mother behind her.

She did it. She had finally said the things she wished to say to her mother for years. She quickly made her way to her room and took out a couple bags from her closet. She packed up all her clothing in one bag and her other personal belongings in the other. What she didn't need she left behind. She went over to her table and picked up her Father's book and clutched it to her chest. She would never leave without that. After putting the book in one of her bags she fastened her cloak and was ready to go.

She walked out of the house and slammed the door behind her. She started walking down the road when she realized. Where the hell was she going to go? She could either sleep on the streets or she could take what little money she had and stay at the inn. Helena took out her money and began counting it. She had enough to at least last her a week but would need to find a job soon.

She quickly made her way to the inn almost stumbling a couple times. She walked past a gated area where she knew the infamous round table of the knights was. She stopped for a little bit and just gazed in. She sometimes wished she were a boy so she could fight. She of course had not much experience. Her father tried teaching her the sword but that ended up being a big catastrophe in its self. But her father never gave up on her. Her father died before she could ever really learn anything and she hadn't picked up a sword since.

She started walking again and was in the middle of remembering a pleasant memory of her father without paying attention to anything around her and ended up almost running into a dappled horse making its way threw the gates. She jumped backwards quickly trying to get out of the way and ended up not making thesolid ground she hoped for but more like a hole. She ended up falling backwards her feet flying above her. All her belongings went flying. She just lay there for a minute staring at the sky.

Great! Just great. She thought sarcastically. A Horse and a man's face came into her line of vision. He peered down at her from his curtain of dark hair. Her breath caught for some strange reason and she just lay there and stared at him. He had these queer tattoos on his cheeks (face cheeks that is. She wouldn't know about the others, not saying she didn't want to. Hee hee...Bad Helena!). Hisdark brown eyes looked like they were questioning her. She quickly sat up and felt a wave of dizziness as she did so. She groaned and held her head.

"Are you ok?" He asked and she couldn't help but like his soft accented voice.

And then she ruined it by opening that big old trap of hers. "Fine, great, just grand. I just thought I'd inspect the dirt here make sure it was dirty enough to get on my arse." She peered down at her backside. "Yup, looks dirty." She said sarcastically.

He stared at her for a few minutes and looked a little taken aback she stared into his eyes and saw a hint of anger in them.

Oh shit! Me and my big mouth. Why can't I just keep quiet for once? She thought then noticed the sword he held on his back and bow. Fuck! He must be a knight. I am so dead.

"You should watch where you're going next time, Lady." He said then turned his horse around and rode into the gated area.

"Asshole." Helena muttered not thinking he would hear. She was wrong. He turned his horse around again and stared at her through the gates.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

Oh goddess he's too calm he must be like my mother with that deadly calmness thing. I am so dead.

She quickly picked up her things and ran for dear life. That was something she was good at, running. She ran fast and swift hearing hoof beats behind her she picked up the pace and sprinted into the nearest building hoping he didn't see. She leaned against the wall hugging her bags to her chest breathing heavily. She heard the hoof beats fade away but before they did she could have sworn she heard laughter.

Bastard. She thought and then looked around at where she was. She was in bar of some sorts attached to an inn. Oh well this is where I want to be; so good.

She made her way to the bar and saw a red haired pregnant woman pouring some drinks.

"Um. Excuse me but I was wondering. Where do I get a room at?" She asked her.

The woman looked up and said, "Oh, I'll show you one. Of course if you got the money first." She said friendly.

"Of course." And she took out her money pouch and handed her a few coins.

"Ok I'll show you your room. Follow me." Helena followed the woman up some stairs and twists and turns until she stopped at a door.

"Ah, I believe this one's free." She opened the door and sure enough it was.

"My names Vanora by the way. If you need anything come and find me. I'll be down in the bar."

"Ok, um Vanora, I was also wondering if you have any job openings. I could do whatever. I just need some money." Helena asked the older woman.

"Actually I need a new barmaid and I think you'll do perfect. What's your name? Vanora asked.

"My name is Helena. And thank you so much. What do I have to do?" She asked.

"Well if you put your things down I can show you what to do and you can get started and help me tonight. If that's alright with you."

"Oh that would be wonderful. Thank you again." Helena responded appreciatively.

"Oh no problem. You'll fit in just fine. I can tell." She said and smiled at Helena. They made their way down the stairs and Helena looked down at the pregnant woman's pregnant belly.

"When are you having the baby?" She asked her.

"Oh, I'm due in about a months. This is my 11th. I know, a lot right? You'll see the rest of my children eventually." She said smiling. Helena was shocked. That's a lot of kids. But she must love children. Helena liked children too but she couldn't imagine that many.

"Are you married?" Helena asked her.

"Hell no, my lover never asked me and I'm fine the way it is."

"Oh." Was all Helena responded with.

"You got a man?" Vanora asked mischievously.

"Well, no." Helena laughed at herself. "I'm too big of a screw up. Besides all the men that hit on me are either assholes or Roman. And I defiantly don't want a Roman. I want a nice Sarmation man to wed."

Vanora laughed. "Don't we all? So where are you from?" she asked.

"I actually lived down the road from here with my mother but we had a falling out and I decided I didn't want to live there anymore. Both my parents are Sarmatian my father was a knight and died in battle when I was young. This is where I was born and lived her ever since."

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but how about we put all that sad stuff behind us and start over. I'll show you the ropes and then we get started. The night crowd should be coming in soon."

Helena smiled at her. She was really begining to like this woman.

Vanora showed her everything she needed to do and was very patient with Helena. Helena was most appreciative for that. After Vanora was done explaining Helena went to work. After a while she got the hang of it and was actually doing pretty well. Helena was actually proud of herself for once. How do you like me now, Mother? She laughed to herself.

After putting a flagon of bear down at a table she turned to the sound of some rowdy men coming in. They made their way to a table by the bar and sat down. Helena quickly made her way to the bar and saw Vanora passionately kissing a big bald man. That must be the lover she was talking about.

After they broke apart she turned to Helena.

"Oh yeah. Bors, this is Helena she will be working here for while helping me out." Vanora told him.

"Nice to meet you darling." He said shaking her hand.

"You too, Bors." She said with every bit of truth he seemed really nice even if he had a rough exterior.

"Here Helena, could you take these over there to the rest of the Knights?" Vanora asked handing her two big pitchers of beer.

"Sure." And she headed over to the table. The knights instantly stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

"Your new aren't you?" Asked a knight with long hair.

"Yes, my name is Helena." Each knight said hello and introduced themselves. She met Gawain (the one who asked her if she was new), Galahad, and Dagonet they seemed pretty nice even though Gawain kept looking at her breasts.

"Nice to meet you." She said smiling and placed their pitcher down and went to the other side of the table. There was a knight sitting at the end eating an apple with a knife. When she was a few feet away he looked up. She instantly recognized him as the man on horseback that knocked her over.

"Shit!" she said aloud. She was so shocked she again didn't pay attention to where she was going and ended up tripping and falling backwards again spilling the pitcher all over her dress.

"Like the dirt down there too?" He asked mockingly.

Why that little…wait, he recognized me. Oh goddess.

She glared at him and got up. She dusted herself off and threw the empty picture at him and stormed off to the bar. As she walked she heard him laugh and was about to turn around and slap him when Vanora came over to her.

"Why are you all wet?"

"Long story. Ugh." She said looking down at her soaked body.

"Here, come with me you can borrow one of my dresses for tonight."

"Thanks, Vanora." Helena said gratefully.

"No problem. Hopefully it fits."

They made there way to Vanora's room quickly which was much closer then Helena's. Vanora tossed open a trunk and dug through finding a dark green dress that she thought would work. She handed it to Helena and helped her take off her dark brown dress and put on the green one. After they were finished Helena looked in a mirror and thought she looked pretty. It didn't fit perfectly but it was good enough. She thanked Vanora again and walked back to the bar.

When they got there Helena took Vanora to the side to talk to her.

"Vanora, who is that man over there in the corner?" She asked pointing to the dark knight.

"That's Tristan. He is also one of Arthur's Knights. He is the scout for the team. He doesn't talk much and usually keeps to himself except for an occasional romp here and there with a random woman. He is very kind when he talks but that is rare. I personally think he's shy but that's me." Responded Vanora.

"No he's not shy he's just rude." Vanora looked questionably at her and Helena recounted her encounter with him.

Afterward Vanora was clutching her sides laughing at her.

"I'm glad you find it funny." Helena said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry but that's funny. Are you always that clumsy?"

"Yes unfortunately and I can never seem to keep my tongue in check. That bloody bastard." She said turning toward Tristan who was joining a conversation between Gawain and Galahad.

"It sounds like you're smitten with him. That's how I started with Bors." Vanora said.

"Oh no! Please. I mean come on? Look at him. I could never."

"YOU LIKE TRISTAN!" Vanora screamed and Helena quickly tried shushing her.

"No shhh be quiet. I do not."

"YOU LOVE TRISTAN. KISSY KISSY!"

"SHUT UP!" Screamed Helena causing half the bar including the knights to look at the steaming girl.

"I DO NOT LIKE THAT STUPID SCOUT WITH HAIR PROBLEMS!" Helena screamed pointing at Tristan again not realizing the entire bar was staring at her. She then noticed the dead silence and slowly turned around. She gave a nervous laugh and then tried to run but was grabbed from behind by a pair of manly arms.

"So you like our scout do you? Well I think I can change that." The man whispered in her ear and then began kissing down her neck. She could tell he was drunk and knew how to handle it. She picked up her foot and with much force slammed down on his foot. He instantly let go and she elbowed him in the nose. He grabbed his bleeding nose and was too busy to notice her other fist collide with his groin. He gave a yelp of pain and fell to the floor clutching his crotch.

"Nobody does that to me without permission, sir." She said and crossed her arms over chest looking down at him.

There was much laughter heard around the bar and Helena couldn't help but smile as she looked down at him.

Author's note: Ok well I guess this could be called my second fanfic but I consider it my first. I wrote another one before but it sucked hardcore believe me. I wrote the other one when I was 13 I think wow my writing style has changed a bit. Anywho... I hope you all like my story, I kind of have this story planned out in my head, and I kind of don't. If you noticed some familiar things I took the foot stomp elbow groin thing from Miss Congeniality... I love that movie. If you could possibly refrain from flaming me that would be nice but if you must go ahead I can take it, I'm a big girl now! haha Um.. Constructive criticism is welcome. I'm kind of new at this so yeah... Well please, please comment! Thank you.

Itsa Riddle