Betraying Rome
This is a Arthur / Guinevere Lancelot/OC Tristan/OC parings
Disclaimer:- I do not own King Arthur, the characters or the previous events of the movie. I do however own Kaiden, and this new plot… but not King Arthur's characters… if that makes any sense whatsoever… any way most of the credit goes to Jerry Bruckhimer and his fantastic crew, the rest of the credit goes to history!
Note: - Lancelot and Tristan lived through the battle with the Saxon's so all is well in the round table. Guinevere never married Arthur because of this arranged marriage problem, though they both have strong feelings for each other. Oh and they are now in Camelot, which is located in Britannia with his Knights because Arthur never went to Rome of course. It's located like 20 miles from Hadrian's wall which is of course under Camelot's protection. (Also this is my first King Arthur fan fic so I'm real sorry if I mess something up!) So now I brought you up to speed let us begin.
Chapter 1
Rome
Emperor Eclastises's Palace.
"Please Father, I don't even know him." Kaiden begged. She felt the tears well in her eyes but she refused to let them spill over the edge.
The Emperor glowered down at her, his eyes filled with rage and disbelief that his daughter could so blatantly stand up to him. "You will marry him Kaiden, for me, for your mother and most of all for your country. You will love him and you will please him in any way he asks, is that clear!" he bellowed.
She took a step back at the harshness of his words, she felt like throwing up, the bile was rising in her throat, she swallowed quickly. He continued to glare at her, his expression holding no room for argument. "Yes Father." she whispered, her head bowed and all hope of reconsideration dispersed.
After a moment he spoke "Daughter." Her father said, lifting her chin gently. "This is for the best." He spoke then quickly turned on his heel and left the room with out hesitation.
Kaiden stood wide eyed in confusion, the previous event had been the most affection she had ever received from her father. Straightening her back and wiping the threatening tears, she too turned in the opposite direction and headed towards her quarters.
"Lady Kaiden." her maid Jezebel said, wiping off an imaginary piece of lint on Kaiden's wedding gown. "Is all well?" she asked politely.
Kaiden sighed, knowing her duty to her country but she couldn't help but shudder at the thought of marrying a complete stranger, and to make matters worse that complete stranger was known as one of the most renowned conquers in all of Britannia. For any other women this would have been a blessing, but Kaiden was no other women she was a Roman, so there was a small quandary that all his men, the Sarmatian Knights utterly loathed the Romans.
She collected herself, not wanting her maid to see her frustration or weakness. "Yes Jezebel, all is well." she said, finally gazing at the gown Jezebel was airing out. Her wedding gown. "When do I leave?" she asked absently, she already knew the answer but she needed some one else to say it, to make it all feel real.
"All is ready my lady, we leave presently." said Jezebel, folding the gown neatly and placing it in a chest.
Kaiden shuddered, reaching for the cloak left on her bed by Jezebel. She pulled it over her shoulders, the dark blue material falling loosely around her elegant frame. She picked up one of her packs although Jezebel protested, and headed out of her quarters and into the night air.
Camelot, twenty miles west of Hadrian's wall.
The Round Table
Bors gulped another chug of his ale he had snuck in; laughing deafeningly at Galahad's failed attempted at wooing his new desired women. "You're a fool Galahad, never, and I mean never ask Lancelot for advice." he said, drinking another generous gulp.
Galahad turned a bright crimson. "It seemed as though it would work at the time."
Tristan rolled his eyes in pure disbelief. "If you want to woo a woman, don't force yourself upon her." he said giving a pointed look at Lancelot, who simple shrugged with the smug smile which easily said 'it works for me'. Tristan ignored him and continued. "The best way to a women heart is with verse, use your words lad."
Gawain laughed. "Unfortunately Tristan I highly doubt my brother could quote any verse, let alone say his name in front of said women. Tell us Bors, how did you manage to catch the eye of Verona?"
"He didn't." Lancelot piped up smiling his trademark grin. "She thought it was me she was kissing."
Bors grunted, not about to argue, but Gawain wanted to hear more. "And how did she not know it was you?" he asked with an amused grin.
"She was drugged."
Bors spat out his ale. "I swear Lancelot if you were not a Knight and a friend I would already have your head on a mount, and I would sit it in the centre of my room for all to admire."
"Quite a handsome addition." he smirked.
Galahad shook his head at their banter and stood. "Where is Arthur, he was to meet us was he not?" he asked, trying to move their conversation in the direction of something productive.
"Most probably wooing his said women." said Gawain with a grunt, settling back in his chair.
Lancelot rolled his eyes, flicking off an imaginary piece of lint. "He's been distant, something isn't right. He spends too much time in prayer to his God instead of with his knights." he scowled.
"Sometimes prayer is the only way for me to see a clear path." said Arthur almost mystically appearing at the door. He walked forward taking his seat. He looked them all over critically, his bright eyes unusually dark with worry.
"Arthur, what vexes you?" asked Bors seriously, absently playing with his wedding ring.
Arthur cleared his throat and sighed. "Knights, I am to be married." he said dead panned.
A light-hearted "ROAR!" erupted from Gawain, Galahad and Bors, though Lancelot and Tristan remained silent, examining Arthur's expression carefully.
Their yelling silenced once they took in his mournful face. "Arthur?" Lancelot asked gravely.
"She's was betrothed to me at her birth. Now in her nineteenth year she is to become my wife."
The Knights were silenced, all trying to process this new information. Galahad opened his mouth to speak though only one word came out in more of a question than a statement. "Guinevere?"
Each Knight saw Arthur visibly cringe. "She knows, granted she is not pleased, as I am not. Though this union was created long ago."
"Is there a way…?" Lancelot left his question unfinished.
Arthur shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid not."
"When is this to take place?" asked Lancelot, feeling as though Arthur needed to speak about the situation for his own sanity's sake. He'd known his friend for too long a time, and the longer he kept something in the more it manifested until it exploded in all their faces.
"A weeks time, though she will arrive tonight. I told her father I couldn't marry her until I at least attempt to get to know her."
Tristan nodded, his expression not giving away any of his emotion, his face was simply blank as he spoke. "Her father, being a lord, a king perhaps?" he asked, knowing there was more to this meeting.
Lancelot watched as Arthur's eyes turned dark. "Emperor Eclastises,"
"She's Roman!" Lancelot spat, screeching up from his chair abruptly. Arthur to be married to a Roman, he very nearly felt betrayed.
"As I said, this union was formed long ago back when I thought the good Pelages was still transforming Rome. I failed to remember the union I had made, until I received this letter." he said holding up a piece of parchment.
"Surely you can break the agreement, after all she's Roman." said Lancelot again, just in case anyone had missed it.
"I know Lancelot." Arthur said aggravated. "But I gave my word."
"Damn your word." Lancelot said heatedly, slamming his fist on the table. Though he made no more argument, he simply seated himself back in his chair and glared ferociously at anyone who dared look at him.
A trumpet sounded in the distance suddenly and all six Knights unexpectedly looked up from the table they had been staring at. Arthur looked at his Knights sadly. "She's here."
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A/N - hello.. so what do you think.. should I continue or let it go.. or is it too soon to tell? Reviews are always welcome! Actually any comment it welcome!
