Title: "She doesn't even notice me"

Author: Unicorn

Rating and warnings: NC-17, violence and bad language..
Oh! And sorry for mistakes in my English

Summary: This is a story of relationship which occured between Dagonet, Vanora and Bors.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from KA... Only my imagination

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He should not...
This was the biggest mistake in his life. It brought him sweetness to his life, but also too much of pain. It brought him happiness for only short time and bitter reality in a long run.
If he had a chance to decide once more what to do, he would never try to run away. He would kill the sick bastard and get himself punished by death for it. He would die... He should die.
But he had run away from the problem.

It was a cold night as he took nothing than clothes already on him and made his way to the fortress side gate. He slipped through it as silent as he could as to not wake up the sleeping guard. He thought he could make it... that he could just run away from the pain and humiliation, away from this Roman commander.
He was stupid to think so... He was so stupid.

"The large Sarmatian..." Roman soldier searched for the name in his mind. "Dagonet... was caught in the nearest villige."

Commander of the fort Titus Aurelanius looked with a frown of surprise at his officer.

"Caught?" he asked with cocked eyebrow.

"Yes, he was trying to run away probably... Struggeled hard against returning back to the fort."

Titus shook his head and smiled slightly. Run away? From him? Granted he was giving this Sarmatian a hard time... but it was because he was too big to handle without force. Big dogs were hard to train without painful taming... without beating them.

"Where is he now?"

"Down in the cell, sir"

Titus nodded his head and took paper and drawing ink with feather, started to write something slowly.

"Thirty lashes..." he said without lifting his head and not stopping his writing.

Officer saluted and turned to leave the room...

"And Julius..."

Soldier looked over his shoulder at his commander, waiting.

"Tell him that he has a longer term to serve Rome." finished Titus. "And that finally he got himself free from my leadership. And my training"

Officer nodded and left the room.

Titus smiled slighlty to himself wiriting the transfer paper. Artorius will have some work with this dog at Badon. Sarmatian gave Titus too much troubles already... he wounded two of his soldiers, killed almost one, and refused to execute any orders. Corporal punishments, days in the prison... these was not enough. Now that he wanted to escape from his duty was enough reason to transfer him somewhere else... farther in to the land. It was the end of peace for this dog... There was no peace at the wall, there was war.

Messanger had come in few moments and Titus gave him sealed letter.

"Take it to Artorius Castus at Badon. And send him my best regards..."

The man bowed to the Commander and left the room in haste.

Titus sighed silently and turned to walk away, when a hand grabed his shoulder. He looked with a frown at another Sarmatian.

"Send me with him, sir"

The words spoken in husky voice made Titus smile mockingly.

"You have not finished your training..."

"I want to go with him!"

Titus regarded the older man and gave him a smirk, then shook his head.

"Not yet..."

Then he walked away, leaving the Sarmatian behind.

Bors watched the Romans back and bit his lips. He turned around and hit the wall with his fist.

"Fuck! Why you've done it, Dag?" he asked at empty air.

Arthur read the letter from Titus from Londinium. Sarmatians tried to escape from duty, it was common, but not as their training was at end. He wondered why the man done something like that. The letter said that the man caused a lot of troubles. If it was indeed truth it will be hard to get to him.
But Arthur had faith that this Sarmatian wasn't so bad as the letter claimed to be.
The thing from a letter made him smile a little. Reinforcements... they will be needed, cause Woads were attacking their patrols more often.

It took some time before Dagonet recovered from the lashes and was ready to ride a horse. Bors could not speak to him, on the day his brother was about to be taken away Romans led him to the horse in bonds. Bors came as close as he could.

"Dagonet!" he screamed.. and received only a worried look from his older brother. "I'll come to you! I'll join you at Badon in no time!"

Dagonet only stared at his younger brother, not said a word. After a few seconds he nodded his head, agreeing to Bors's words. Roman took of his bonds and pushed him to mount the horse.

Dagonet looked without any expression on his face at the Badon fortress. The place where he was about to spend the time of his duty. Twenty years... That what he got for escaping Titus... Thirty lashes and five more years of service. In some way he was happy that he got himself freed from this bastard... From lashes and from darkness of prison. But he did not know that here in this place was war. People actually died here... in blood and tears.
Dagonet did not know this...

And if he would know that he will feel so much pain and doubt here, he have not been so happy about coming to this place.
If he had known that he will loose here his heart and soul, he would rather die at the hands of Titus.

When Sarmatian entered his office Arthur was shocked by his posture... and grim expression on his face. The man was so tall that he had to bow his head in the door. The man's eyes did not look at Arthur but at the floor, his head bowed and hands tied with rope. Where they afraid of him trying to escape once more? Taking the man's size into consideration Arthur was not surprised that soldiers were afriad of the man and his actions without any control.
Castus stood up from his chair and pointed Jols to the man's bound hands. Jols cut the rope and looked at Arthur, who gave him a firm nod. Jols left the room.

Roman regarded the man once more and walked closer.

"I am Artorius Castus..." he introduced himself with a half smile, his hand held the letter from Titus. "And you are?"

The big man looked only briefly at the Roman, but did not answer him.

"Dagonet? Am I correct?"

Sarmatian only nodded silently.

"I understand that you are suppose to serve twenty years here?" Arthur sighed and scratched his chin. The man still refused to speak or to even look at him. Arthur came closer and looked up to look into the man's eyes. "If we are about to spent these long years with each other, you have to talk with me... or look at me"

Finally Sarmatian looked into the Roman's eyes and nodded his head.

"I will introduce you to the other Sarmatians under my command, as you will have your rest. There will be no duty for you today. You need to regain your strenghts after the long ride"

Dagonet fronwed at it. Rest? He could just rest? No duty...? This was strange. Titus never allowed him to rest before. Arthur put his hands on the man's arms and smilled at him.

"And call me Arthur... my friend. I have faith that we will find out how to speak the same language.. in time."

Round Table surprised Dagonet even more... The things Arthur was speaking and the way Sarmatians were beheving in front of him... so freely. Dagonet was silent for the time of meeting, but looked at every face present. They were twenty-three men, Sarmatians under the Roman command. Some of them like Gawain, Galahad, Tristan and Lancelot still in training.
They made Dagonet to go with them into the tavern that first night at the fort.

And there he saw her for the first time... Her red hair and beutiful dark eyes.

"Vanora! Come and meet our newcomer!" called at loud Lancelot with a wide smile.

The woman smiled at him and came to slapped him.

"I already told you that I'm not at your command, Lancelot!"

The other knights chuckled and Lancelot laughed with them also. Vanora looked at the large Sarmatian and smiled at him, gave him a wink.

"And how do you like in this dump?" she asked, but Dagonet only stared at her in a little half smile upon his lips.

"He does not talk much, Vanora" explained Gawain with a gentle slap on Dagonet's shoulder.

"Oh! Silents types are hot!"

And with those wrods she left. Sarmatians laughed at loud, already under the influence of alcohol. But Dagonet only watched her back, the swing of her hips.

They had drunk whole day and soon the four Sarmatians were sleeping... leaving Dagonet alone at the table. It was late at night and he drunk slowly his ale. The tavern was empty by now, only Sarmatians left in the room.

"So are you going to help me of getting them back to their rooms, or do you leave them here and come with me?"

Dagonet lifted his head in suprise and saw Vanora with her hands on her hips standing above. She looked at him with cocked eyebrow. Sarmatian did not say anything... just looked into her eyes. She took his hand as the silence longered and pulled him up.

"Come..." she said and led him to the bar. "You can help me clean up the mess, if you are up to it. "

Dagonet did not have any time to even react when a wet cloth were pushed into his hand and she walked away to the nearst table to take empty mugs and bottles.

"You can clean the tables after I take the things off it"

Sarmatian hesitated for a moment before walking closer and starting the task she gave him.