Chapter 1
Disclaimer: If you haven't already figure out, I didn't come up this the idea of King Arthur and others… ergo, the only thing I own is Nastya and plot. I am not making money.
About the Chapter: It may seem a bit dark and beastly, however things WILL get better. Don't worry the knights aren't this bad, this is just the way bottom. Also Arthur will be in the next chapter.
Chapter 1
An Intro into the Medival Hell, a.k.a., Life
'Wet, cold, and death', those were the first words that popped into Nastya after a cold dirty bucket of water fell inelegantly upon her head. Wet and cold were describing the feeling of the water and the last one was describing what see was going to do to the person who dared to ruin her three glory hours of deep sleep, that is, after she went back to bed and caught up on the other hour. With that thought in mind she flopped onto to her side and mumbled, "Someone better be dying or I'll deal with it later." Oddly, silence followed, and thinking that the person left, Nastya snuggled into her badly worn-out bed…then…
…BOOM, Nastya and all of her bedding flew to the ground with a sickening thud. She knew who it was without even opening her eyes, and that was because only her dear homeland knights would forgo all the morning curtseys of waking someone up, like shaking them, and go straight to making them bruised and sore. Now the question is which of the knights had graced her with his presence and what the hell did they need her for? True she was the healer of this God-forsaken island and had to be on-call all the time but … the fucking knights have been doing nothing but banging hoers and drinking for the past three weeks. Therefore, they would only need her for a hangover remedy or for her to fix up a hoer that they went too rough on. But, it was too early for waking up and they usually give the poor girl an extra coin instead of taking care of her. O-well, as long as it isn't…
"How kind of you servant to join me," drawled the one and only Tristen. 'Damn', thought Nastya, 'good bye murdering my awaker and hello hell'.
"Is there a problem Tristen, or do you just enjoy tormenting me" Nastya softy said, not knowing if he was drunk or not. "Because, you know that I hardly get enough sleep as it is and I greatly appreciate it if I could go to sleep. Work starts in about two and a half hours and I still dead beat sore". Silence followed. Nastya braced herself for a backhand and even a beating. She wondered why she even bothered with them. Ever since they began hobnobbing with the Romans for woman and ale they've become just like them.
"I'm not drunk, so stop acting like I'm going to beat you, or else I just might" he said in a dead quite voice. Nastya knew that voice, and that voice went with his anger. Fearfully, she slowly opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of the dark angel she learned to hate over the past five years. True, she thought he was beautiful in that angel/demon manner and appearances and once even had a crush on him when she was 14 years old, but that was before he turned into this 21 year old spiteful killing machine that only lived for himself. Before that he was …
"Are you finished with checking me out or should I twirl in a circle for your entertainment as well" he said darkly and clearly unamused.
"I w-w-was just se-seeing if you were injured," She stammered and thought 'Danmit, he must have know that I like him a while ago.
"Really?" Tristen answered again with an arched brow, "then, please, inform me how you seem to miss my bloodstain pants leg?" With that said, Nastya looked over at his' calves, nothing, knees nothing, thighs noth, shit. At the top of Tristen's leg was a good three inch circle of blood, and it's been that way for awhile judging by the dark maroon blood. Quickly, she jump up, half-worried for him and worried for herself. Lord knows how many hits she got from the knights when they're injure, well minus Dagot but he was just different.
"Enough, get your things Gawien has a deep cut on his chest. He'll live but we need you to stitch it up before it gets infected. You can clean up my wound afterwards." With that said, Nastya and things in hand, he threw her over his shoulders like a bag of potatoes. She never knew why he did it but she always assumed that was part of need to be in control, but then again who knew, the man was a mystery, probably even to himself…
THUD
Also, thought Nastya irritably, he doesn't believe in putting people down. With that she slowly got up, while ignoring the pain racing threw her lower back, and glanced around Gawien's small bedroom. Seeing that all 15 knights were all there and each was nursing some wound, Nastya knew that she would not get any sleep for the day. With a sigh she went to the fireplace and began to sterilize the needle and hoped that they didn't notice her.
"Tristen, so what took you so long to get the whore? Does she need to be taught a lesson or two because Julius told me what they do to the Woads. I hear that…" Kay called out.
"Kay leave her alone, she probably tired. She's been working like a dog all week at the Traven, and besides when did YOU start listening to Roman advice. I believe thought I heard you say that you wouldn't ever listen to one," Nastya's savior, a.k.a. Dagot, calmly stated. At the same time Nastya began sowing up Gawien.
"Well no one asked her to work two jobs. Despite the fact that she probably has the best dowry out of all the wenches here, no would want to marry her. The only thing she's good for healing and, Dagot what's the other thing she's good for?" Marko ecstatically cried out. Dagot didn't say anything, because he honestly didn't know what else to say. And Nastya ignored them all and finished up sewing Gawien. Some where during her stitching he passed out; either from ale or pain, she didn't care.
"Does anyone else need to fixed-up?"
"You just need to do me, then you can go back to sleep." Tristan told her quietly. He had this strange look upon his face, but like everything else, it was a mystery as to what. Nastya nodded her head, brought out a new clean needle and kneed on floor to began, but there was a small problem; she needed his' pants out of the way but she didn't want to see him naked again. The last time he had an erection. Nastya doubt that she would ever live that down, however oddly he didn't say anything during that time. He wasn't embarrassed though, unlike her. Instead he choose to stare at her with those gorgeous blue eyes… Stop; think how can I treat his' wound without going through that, again. Nastya was already noticing a slight bulged in his' pants. – Think girl your smart, right?
In a surprising action, considering his' natural fixation will other people's embarrassment, expectably her's, he took out this dragger and ripped a large hole to he wouldn't have to strip. Nastya had a warm fuzzy that is until he said, "It will give Inessa something to do when we're out." Then she felt cold once again, probably even worse than before when they were making fun of her saving for marriage. Inessa was Tristen's current whore. Pushing images of them together out of her head, she asked, in what she believed a calm voice, "Where are you going?"
"She speaks! What should we do for you Milady? Your wish is my command. Your fair voice…," Tristan quickly cut off Lancelot and answered, "Our new Commander, Arthur I believe, will be coming tomorrow. He wishes to take us on a six-month round trip below Haden's Wall to get a good understanding of the land. We leave at Dawn."
Nastya nodded, rose painfully slow, hands on her now bruised back, and mournfully stated, "It's already Dawn. I'll leave you then, good luck." With that she walked as fast as her body aloud her. Once in her room, which now laid in ruin, she laid down on the hard floor were her bed used to a cried her heart out: She cried for enslavement by the Romans, her placement in a cruel world, her average of looks, the intelligence of her mind that allowed her to realize her situation, but most of all she cried for the man who she love and hate with her heart, the doom he would be sent to, and an emotion that she never felt before. Nastya guess it fear, because most men do not survive the six-month round.
A/N: The story will advance from here. R/R, if you wish. This story is about an average girl with a brilliant mind, minus the social part.
G0lden D0ll
