Disclaimer: (All Knights in Union): SeeklustXfindhate does not own any of us or the whole king arthur movie production. She is saddened, but it's reality. She does however, claim ownership over original characters and her original plotline.

Me: Well said guys. Now, which one of you want to claim ownership over me?!?! (wink wink)

Alright, Drill call!

Sergent: This is a love story with plot and twist. Not fluff. It will take place in the present where Lancelot is narrarting the story with each chapter through one opening line. Then it switches to past. I think you guys are smart enough to figure out the pattern. When it is present, it is after the battle at badons hill (He's ressurected cause i said so) meaning he is done with his service and about 30yrs old. When it's past, he is 20, meaning he's five years into his service with 10 more years to go. Pay attention to any time placement clues, i'll leave plenty in the story when it's needed. Alright. Here's intro.

(Introduction)

(Present)

Lancelot has always had women fawning at his feet. He was responsible for corrupting many, becoming addictive so that they always came back around for more. He had became what women lusted after, and for the young and naive, what women came to love endlessly.No woman knew, that there were memories behind those brown eyes, misunderstanding behind that boyish smile, broken shattered pieces left unfix able no matter how many nights and lovers.

He was left empty, where no amount of drink in his gut or words whispered in his ear could fill. It was blockaded for the only sweet voice that could release everything and set him free. He rotted under the chains of his mind, as no one else's touch could unlock the beating heart that seemed to go slower and slower with the days droning by.

Laughter was as addicting as the alcohol he constantly consumed, but during the nights it's protection left him defenseless against thoughts and memories.

The flicker of the fire caught up with him one night. He knew the fire that was meant to keep warm as a enemy, as her figure always danced vividly within the flames. He found it a tease, as he would reach to grab the small figure and get burned. He never saw without touching in the long run, he's been able to not touch for ten years.

One of his many lovers caught his blank stare, and decided to fill it. She didn't know that a thought already dwelled behind his focused eyes.

"I love you" she whispered.

She was young, and her heart fragile. Young Elaine was naive to love. She was transfixed on the fairy tale, that a knight in shining armor would spend one night with her and fall in love with her innocence.

Her fairy tale became only a unreachable dream when his response was silence. A look of grief came to his face when he was forced to come forth from his shadow, to share with yet another, his explanation.

"You are fair and young. You will find another who could truly love you. I cannot give you what you want as it has been taken and unreturned. It dwells miles away from here in a place I don't even know. But it's there im sure...I feel it's absence from me as I grow colder and colder each day..." He said, his focus now down at his hands

He couldn't bear to see yet another tear fall on the behalf of his words, of his reality. But unlike the rest, she understood his words. She could not scorn him for them as she sensed the pain in his voice. Truly caring for him, she couldn't help but be interested in his story. Yes, as young and fragile as she was, she could take the hearing of the past he seemed to be stuck in. In the end he would come to admire this, but first she had to begin.

"Who was she?" Elaine bravely asked against the own cringe of her heart.

Lancelot at first blankly drew out her name unsure of where this was going.

"Vivianna."

"There's not much in a name. I could not set Lancelot and Vivanna aside each other and see the story myself. Will you tell me?" Elaine asked.

"Why would you want to know? It would hurt you and I to even hear and tell." Lancelot admitted on both parts.

"I want to hear what it is that truly hurts the brave knight Lancelot" Elaine remarked.

"That's a bit on the sadistic side" Lancelot commented.

Elaine giggled a bit, but behind her remark and giggles, lied the true reason as to why she wanted to hear the tale of Lancelot and his love. Knowing the immense pain of his loss and missing, would soothe her own.

"So tell me, who she was to you." she demanded as she shifted her position by propping her head on her hand ready to listen. "- Begin with how the two of you met"

And that will lead into Chapter one fools, meaning the intro is finished.

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