My version love story based off of Sonic and the Black Knight. It is a LancelotXDiana story. Yes, Diana is a fan made character. She is not mine, but DianaHedgie's. Enjoy!
"Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, Sir Percival," King Sonic started. The knights were gathered at his thrown, receiving their orders from the king. Sonic returned to the world of Camelot, he needed freedom, from Amy.
"You will protect the young princess here," he said. A brown hedgehog with two front quills like Amy's and three very long quills in the back walked forward. She had a long black lacy dress with golden velvet around her waist. In the middle which parted the dress apart was a white lacy velvet. We has dark brown eyes and peach skin. She had a sleeveless dress with cut off sleeves reaching below her white gloves.
The princess scanned the knights. They wore their armor and looked very convincing to her. She could finally be listened to, for once in her lifetime. They all bowed respectively towards her.
"This is Princess Diana, otherwise known as Princess of the Light," King Sonic stated formally. Sir Gawain stepped towards Diana and took her hand and gently kissed it. "I am Sir Gawain, Princess," he said. Sir Percival bowed. "I am Sir Percival, I am at your service," she said. Sir Lancelot stepped up towards the princess as well. He took her right hand and placed a gentle kiss on it.
Diana felt as if little butterflies had been crawling on her hand. She blushed embarrassingly. "I am Sir Lancelot, princess," he said. She watched him get up and bow, placing his right hand under his chest as he did so. His golden armor shone in the light of the castle.
"These are the Knights of the Round Table, princess," King Sonic said. She nodded and scanned each of them a second time. "They shall now lead you to your room, I hope everything is to your liking," King Sonic said.
Diana slowly walked down the stairs which led up to King Sonic's thrown. Sir Percival signaled to the princess to follow her. Diana did so and they disappeared down the corridor.
Gawain followed behind Percival, but Lancelot went the other way. He walked down the other corridor, wanting to be left alone.
Percival opened the door to a bedroom. The walls were an ivory green with flowers near the ceiling. A bed with sliver sheets and golden flowers stood before them. Lamps made of gold stood on a nice desk before the bed with a white cushioned chair.
"Your room, princess," Sir Percival said. Diana shook her head. "Please use my real name. I dislike being called princess," Diana said.
"As you say, Diana," Sir Percival replied. Gawain nodded. She slowly closed the white door, and Diana was in silence. She walked around the perimeter of the room, confused. "I don't think I will like being a princess," Diana said. "I'm not even one anyways, this is all a lie William made up," Diana said sadly.
Though it was true. She wasn't really a princess, her ex boyfriend, William, had made that up. He had abused her many times before, even tried to rape her. When he when taken to jail he said,"Curse you, Princess Diana!" So now everyone thought she was royalty.
"I don't deserve happiness," Diana muttered. "I don't deserve something as beautiful as life." She was already at the point of committing suicide. She was so depressed and scarred of the marks William had made on her life. Especially her body.
She went to the desk and found a knife in a pencil holder. 'How convenient?' She thought. She then snatched her hand away. She walked to the door and twisted the knob. She ran along the corridor then stopped when she saw Sir Lancelot.
He looked up at her. "Princess? Why do wish to be outside of your dormitory!" He asked. Diana frowned. She looked down at the floor with embarrassment. She looked up at Lancelot, who was still waiting politely for an answer.
"Well, I," she looked at him. She swallowed hard, she didn't know how he would react. She needed to make up a lie, that was the only way. He still waiting, patiently. She knew he was trained to be this patient, or else he would have retreated long ago.
"I didn't know," she started. She swallowed again. "What to do." Lancelot almost laughed at this. "Hmm, you may always look over the balcony if you wish," he said. Diana smiled. "Where is the balcony?" She asked.
"This way princess," Lancelot motioned for her to follow him. He led her down a marvel hall past a few rooms. Then they came to a spiral stair case. It had red rug over it with gold at the wide sides. The was a wooden made railing that had carved waves into it with swirling winds. They were indented, so they seemed real.
Lancelot began to walk up the stairs just as Diana was about to examine the railing. She looked up quickly and removed her hand from the railing, practically chasing after Lancelot. Her foots steps made heel clacking noises as she took each step. Her hidden black heels almost sunk into the red carpet From how soft it was.
Then she saw the spiral staircase turned and saw Lancelot turn with it. Diana panted and complained to herself in her head. She kept pushing herself to climb it. She wanted very badly to see the balcony because she never knew there had been a balcony in the first place.
She had to turn again, this time, she was panting. She held onto the railing anpsyched herself up. She was scared she was going to trip and fall. She then could she the end of the stair case. She then became excited. She pushed herself up harder, harder.
Now she found herself at the top of the staircase. She noticed a door with white curtains with again, ocean waves and swirling winds. 'Why does this castle have the same decore?' She thought.
Lancelot twisted the knob on the door, making it click. The door opened and winds came from the opening. Diana stepped forward and she saw Lancelot looking over a white railing. Diana walked next to him, silently.
She saw a majestic lake, reflecting the white royal castle. Sir Lancelot had his arms across end as he scanned the landscape. She saw his eyes moving from left to right, then meeting her own. She quickly looked away as if she saw nothing. She was scared for some reason, she barely even knew this knight, how was she sure she could trust him?
"Princess," Lancelot started,"you don't have to fear me, I am here to serve you, not murder you." Diana flinched when he said that. She hadn't known he could read minds. She turned to him slowly. His eyes met hers as she did.
They stared at each other, and Diana's heart began to pound. She felt sweat invade her forehead. She felt her breath quicken. Her legs began to shiver and her hands tingled. She turned away, and focused her attention back to the landscape. But even as she squinted her eyes, she couldn't shake off the fear she felt beneath her skin.
"Princess," Lancelot said sharply. Diana flinched once again and slowly turned to Lancelot. "You don't have to fear me, don't," he said. Diana looked at him as he focused his attention back to the landscape.
"You can see everything from up here," Diana stated. Lancelot nodded merely. It seemed like he was annoyed at her. Diana tilted her head. "Please don't be mad at me Lancelot," she begged. Lancelot didn't answer, he only stared harder into the landscape.
She breathed in slowly. She spelt awkward a staring into the unknown with someone she barely knew. She shivered, and Lancelot seemed to notice. "I for one don't feel frightened around you, princess," he stated.
"Well that is because you are a knight, and can slay me within seconds," Diana said. Lancelot had a strange look on his face. "I wouldn't slay you princess, you are no fire-breathing dragon."
"You have no idea," Diana whispered. Lancelot smirked. "You are not princess, you are not green." "That has nothing to do with me breathing fire." Diana muttered. She yawned, inhaling the cool air from the landscape While closing her eyes tightly.
Lancelot looked at her. "Are you tired princess?" Lancelot asked. Diana looked at him. "No, I am not Lancelot," she answered. Lancelot chuckled. "Of course you are," he insisted. "I certainly am not, Lancelot," she said.
Lancelot chuckled again. "What will make you admit you are tired?" Lancelot asked. "Hmph, absolutely nothing," Diana replied strongly.
Lancelot smirked. Then, he leaned into her face and kissed her cheek lightly. Diana's eyes widened as she felt his soft lips touch her skin. She turned to him, her eyes still wide. He chuckled. "You feel very smooth," he said.
She didn't know if that was a compliment or an insult. All she knew was that Sir Lancelot, out of everyone, had just placed a gentle kiss in her cheek without hesitation. She blushed thinking about it. "Why would I be afraid to kiss a gentle girl like yourself?" Lancelot asked.
Diana flinched, again. She could just never get used to him reading her mind like he did. "Well, get used to it princess," Lancelot said,"your going to be here for a long time." "I know, Lancelot," Diana answered.
"Why did you kiss me in the first place?" Diana asked. Lancelot chuckled. "Not every man can control himself over a princess of such majesty and beauty," Lancelot informed. Diana blushed deeply. She then giggled, unsure why.
"What is so funny?" Lancelot asked. Diana giggled again. "I'm not beautiful and full of majesty." Lancelot smirked. "But you are, your beautiful, sweet, and funny, all the things I crave in a woman."
"Why am I tired all of a sudden?" Diana asked. Lancelot chuckled. Diana look strangely at him. "What is so funny?" She asked. Lancelot chuckled once again. "You admitted you were tired," he said.
Diana narrowed her eyes at Lancelot. She squinted into the landscape to drown her of her thoughts. Her eyes stopped when she saw the lake. The way the currents moved along with the breeze seemed so graceful.
Diana turned around and saw Lancelot heading back into the castle. "Lancelot?" Lancelot turned around. "Hm?" He answered. "Why are you going back into the castle?" "I must go see the king."
Diana tilted her head sideways. "But do you not have anything else to do?" She asked politely. Lancelot's looked up to the sky. There was silence, except for the smoothest breeze that sent Diana's two shoulder length brown quills to press against her face. They felt soft, like velvet, because she brushed them so well.
"I may always have other enemies to fight, princess," he answered. "But," Diana started,"do you not have anything else to do?" Lancelot thought a bit more. Diana waited patiently, to repay him for being polite when he asked her a question before.
"I have to know what goes on in the castle," he said. "I do not have time to waste with you." Diana looked down. "I am sorry you get nothing out of my presence," she said. "Humph."
She heard his footsteps, fading away. When she looked for Lancelot, he was gone. Diana put her elbow on the railing and leaned on it. She sighed. "No one gets pleasure out of me, all I want to do is be useful, not sit around like some fool watching everyone work for me." She looked at the lake. She then straightened. She turned around and walked towards door to go back into the castle.
She placed her hand on the knob and twisted it. But, it wouldn't budge. Diana had a confused look on her face. She pulled on it, still, nothing happened. Diana glared at the door. She put both hands on it and yanked as hard as she possibly could. Still, it would not budge.
"How beautiful," Diana unsaid sarcastically. "I am stuck out here for the night." She walked back over to the railing and sat under it with a clunk. She rested her chin in the palm of her right hand. She then slowly lied down, with her hands under her head. She closed her eyes, and in no time, she was asleep.