Ok so here is the first chapter of my new story "Do I" This story was altogether inspired by the song Do I by Luke Bryan. I heard it on the radio and instantly thought about the whole Lancelot/ Cara love theme I had going in my previous story Shattered. Each chapter in this story is based off of a song and I will have the title and author at the beginning of each chapter. You are gonna see a lot of country because every country song tells a story and a lot of The Fray and Nickelback simply because their music is from deep within the heart. If you like this story then I'm glad. If you don't then don't read it. The story is complete so all I have to do is upload the individual chapters. Like before if you want to leave a review go right ahead. If you don't, well that's ok too. So all I have left to say is enjoy!

Love always,

~ You Raise Me Up

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1 – Fall Into Me – Emerson Drive

It had been a week since the battle on Baden Hill. Cara had persuaded Dagonet to let her out of bed a week early on two conditions. One, she was supposed to take it easy and two, she wasn't allowed to go anywhere without one of the knights. Now he didn't come right out and say it, but Cara understood his meaning. In plain terms she needed a babysitter.

Tristan hadn't been so lucky and was still locked in his room. Cara had been by to see him many times to try and provide some company, but it was Tristan. He wasn't much of a talker and he was certainly incapable of holding long drawn out conversations, so Cara's visits were short, but frequent. She knew it annoyed him, but he couldn't do a single thing about it.

Cara had caught him trying to get out of bed more than once. Though she would scold him she never sold him up the river. She knew how Dagonet was on matters like those. Besides he kept silent about the time she had gotten out of bed, snuck in his room, and then hid under his bed when Dagonet came in. She owed him. If Dagonet had found out there was a good chance she wouldn't be out of bed now.

The young woman sat alone in the tavern. Well, not alone. Vanora watched her from a distance, as did Bors who stood next to her at the bar. Cara was left to sit alone at the knights' usual table in the corner. It would be another hour before the tavern got busy and as much as Cara wanted to help she couldn't. First Dagonet would have her head if she did and that would only happen after Vanora got through with her.

The red head was just as strict as the gentle giant and she wouldn't even let Cara get her own drinks. In fact Cara wasn't allowed to go back to work in the tavern for another two weeks. Dagonet had already told her that if it were up to him she would be working by the end of this week. But it wasn't up to him. It was up to Van and right now there was no negotiating with her.

Cara didn't notice Galahad walk over to the table. She was too busy thinking. In fact that was all she did these days. Sit and think. It was driving her insane. "Thinking again, Cara?" His voice snapped her out of her reverie and her head whipped around to face Galahad. She was surprised not only to see him, but Gawain as well.

She shouldn't have been surprised though. Those two never went anywhere without the other. They might as well be brothers. She looked at them sheepishly and they only laughed at her expense. At last the laughter subsided and Van brought the two drinks and refilled Cara's. "So, what brings you two here?" Cara asked, taking a sip of ale. Her eyes were cautious and the youngest knight picked up on it, but Gawain was the one to answer.

Gawain chuckled. "Cara, you're far too suspicious. Can't we share a drink with our favorite sister?" Cara smiled one of her famous smiles. It was the kind of smile that said 'tell me the truth before I decide to kill you'. Gawain's smile dropped off his face and he looked at Galahad with a seriousness that Cara couldn't quite place.

The two looked at each other a moment more and Cara realized what was going on. They were arguing. Though they didn't say anything Cara could read their expressions like a book. They were hiding something from her.

"Look whatever it is you have to tell me it can't be as bad as you think," she offered, breaking the tense moment between the two. Galahad looked at Gawain before opening his mouth.

"We've come to tell you the happy news."

"Though it may not be so happy for you," Gawain quickly interjected. Cara remained silent, but vigilant. Galahad took a deep breath.

"Arthur is getting married." Cara's face lit up like a light house.

"To Guinevere," Gawain interjected once more before Cara could get a word in. Cara's smile fell and she grabbed her drink off the table.

"That's a mistake." The two men looked at one another and then at Cara. So she hadn't changed her mind about the Woad. She took a rather large sip before slamming her drink down on the table. The pewter mug hit the wooden table with a loud thud and it caught Bors' and Vanora's attention, but not for long. They soon went back to bickering about something or another. "Why didn't Arthur tell me himself?"

"Because he didn't want you to try and talk him out of it," Gawain explained sitting down his own mug.

"I wouldn't be able to even if I tried," Cara said, slightly discouraged.

"Cara, you could talk a starving bear out of its only meal," Galahad pointed out. Cara either didn't realize it or was very good at hiding it, but she could be very persuasive when she wanted to be. "He wanted us to inform you so that you could attend."

"I'll think about it," she said softly, slightly angered.

"Cara, please," Galahad begged.

"I said I'd think about it." Cara's eyes flashed angrily and both men knew to drop the conversation when she began to storm out of the tavern. Bors went to follow her, but Galahad and Gawain beat him to it. Bors knew that Arthur had asked them to tell Cara and he had a feeling this is how she would take the news. He knew why it upset her so.

Gawain and Galahad were on her heels trying to get her to stop and listen, but she neither stopped nor slowed. The two were about ready to follow into her quarters, but she slammed the door in their faces and they could follow her no further. She sunk down on the bed and something didn't feel right. She looked down at her side. Sure enough, it was bleeding.

"Just bloody great," she mumbled. Cara was able to bind the wound, but she was almost certain that Dagonet would have a fit when he came to check on her. The young woman was getting up to leave once more when Lancelot came through the door. "Don't you ever knock?" she snapped. Lancelot was tempted to run back out the door seeing as how Cara was in another one of her moods. The blonde plopped back down on the bed and stared out the window.

"What's the matter now," Lancelot asked his voice soft. Cara felt his soothing hands massage her shoulder blades as he sat behind her. "Cara, what's wrong?" he asked again. Cara shook her head.

"Nothing," she replied. It was a simple rely and Lancelot let out a deep, annoyed sigh. He couldn't help her if she would talk to him.

"Cara, do you trust me?" Cara was caught off guard by the question.

"What kind of question is that?" she implored somewhat angrily. Her eyes met his with a dubious look.

"Just answer the question?" he begged. His arms moved from her shoulders to around her neck, drawing her closer to him. Their hands intertwined.

"Yes," she replied. Again it was simple.

"Then let me help you." He waited a few moments before asking her again. "What's wrong?" Cara took a deep breath before beginning.

"Arthur is getting married." So that's what this was all about. Lancelot had to think carefully of how to answer. He didn't want her blowing up at him and letting her temper get the best of her as it often did.

"I don't see why you're upset about that. It is a happy occasion."

"He's marrying the Woad, Lancelot," she interrupted, but that was all she said. It was as though she was trying to prevent herself from going overboard. Cara didn't want to yell at Lancelot, but she knew that once she started yelling she wouldn't be able to stop. So her replies were simple and her voice was soft.

"Cara, who Arthur marries, is his business," Lancelot said softly. Cara turned around in his arms and put some distance between the two of them. Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks. She was crying. "Hey," he said softly, taking his thumb and wiping the tears away. "Don't cry."

"Lancelot, I'm so confused," she finally confessed. The curly haired knight finally realized that this wasn't just about Arthur. Lancelot looked at her questionably, but that only made the tears come faster.

"Shh it's alright," he comforted, drawing her close once more. Her head rested on his shoulder as she cried. "You don't have to explain to me." Cara was glad she didn't have to explain. Even if she wanted to she couldn't. How could she tell the man she promised to marry that she didn't know if she could love him? How could she tell her fiancé that she might have made a mistake? She couldn't. Not yet. She was lost, completely and totally lost.