A/N : I love the film 'A Knights Tale' but, like a lot of people, I thought Will should have ended up with Kate instead of Jocelyn. Here is my verion of how I thought the last part of the movie should go. This first chapter starts when the officials find out that Will is a peasant and not a real knight. The whole story is written from Kate's POV and there will be three chapters in all. Hope you like this.

(Disclaimer : I do not own the movie A Knights Tale or any of its characters)

Chapter 1

Sometimes I think the fact that I was a blacksmith blinded everyone to the fact that I was female. Yes, it was wonderful to be accepted as one of their gang but that was all I was to them, one of the gang. It was simply annoying and frustrating that Roland and Watt and Geoff saw me that way, but it was severely painful that William couldn't see beyond my occupation. I loved him, from almost the first moment I saw him. He was tall and strong and handsome, but that was not what drew me in. There was an extra strength, within his eyes, that I knew came straight from his heart.

He was a knight if ever there was one, regardless of his lack of title and appropriate pieces of paper. In his heart I knew he was a knight as he was in my heart too. Now I had my chance to tell him.

"Would you have me run, Kate?"

He'd asked everyone else and now it had come to my turn to answer. His friends; Watt, Roland, Geoff, they had all told him to run, even Jocelyn the woman who was supposed to love him, they had all told him to run away like a coward. I couldn't give him the same answer, because I knew it would do no good. In his heart and soul, I knew he wanted to stay and fight, regardless of the advice he was given to the contrary.

"Will, I cannot tell you what to do, no-one can. If your heart tells you to run, then run, but if you truly want to stay that's what you must do"

When he looked at me then, it was like he was looking right into my soul. I think he was surprised that a girl like me could come up with something that wise and poetic. I was sure Geoff smiled, he would have been proud to have been the writer of such a line, but I knew this without looking at him. I never took my eyes off Will and I know he did not take his off me.

"I must follow my heart?" he asked me and I was incapable of speech whilst under his gaze. I nodded my head and he smiled.

"Then I shall fight" he said in a voice full of power, he started to stride forward, out towards the battle ground. Jocelyn put herself between him and the exit.

"If you love me you will run" she said, desperately.

"No" he replied, immediately, "I have proved my love to you so many times and in so many ways" he continued, his face close to hers, "and yet, I have seen no proof of the love you profess to feel for me" he stepped back from her, "I have lost for you and I have won for you" he said, strongly, "But I'll be damned if I'll run for you!" With that he stormed out of the tent and toward the battle ground. I stood for a second and watched as he walked away and Jocelyn's face collapsed into tears and she ran with Christiana behind her. I'm ashamed to say I was glad to see it. She never deserved William and her love for him was not true. Not like mine was. She had not proved her love, I had, even though it was not obvious. When Will needed me I was there, to help him, to look after him, to stand by him. I always supported him, I never doubted him and, although I knew he'd probably never realised it, I loved him.

We started to walk out to the battleground, me, Geoff, Watt and Roland, right behind the man we admired so much.

I think it seemed to them that whatever happened next was my fault. By not telling William to run they assumed I meant for him to fight, but I would not have cared either way, not really. I knew I was in love with William Thatcher whether he ran or fought, but I'll admit I admired him more for holding his ground.

As soon as he entered the battle ground he was dragged away by guards and we were all held back powerless to help him. I could have cried, easily, but I refused to be weak, when he needed my strength. As he glanced back at me, I was shocked to see him smile. I knew they could not take away his strength. The strength within his heart would remain no matter what happened to him, just as my love would remain.

He was to be put in a cell over night and then sent to the stocks the following day. That night I cried, more than I had ever cried before. It was mostly my doing that my love was suffering, and yet I knew he would not blame me. I hid my tears from the men, refusing to look weak in front of them. They would not understand anyway. I prayed to God that night that William would be okay and that tomorrow, we would find a way to make things right.

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