A/N- READ THIS INFORMATION! IT'S VERY IMPORTANT TO THE STORY! Okay, this story takes place along time before the movie. This is going to be a GalahadOC so if you dont like dont read. I'm going to say Galahad was around 13 when he was taken away so this is going to be 7 years later and 8 years before the events of the movie take place so Galahad is going to be about 20-21.

summary- Viola had everything she ever wanted, except for maybe one thing. Freedom, nothing more, nothing less.

I dont own anything from King Arthur ( unforutnately!)


" My lady, Viola!" Her nurse yelled out the window to the garden Viola had been sitting in. " Your father wishes to speak with you!"

Viola put her book down on the bench and shook the dirt and grime off of her dress. She had been sitting in the garden all day, just reading and picking flowers for her mother's grave. It had been 15 years since her mother's death, but yet it seemed like just yesterday.

Flashback

" Take good care of her," 4 year old Viola heard hushed voices coming from her parent's room.

" Please, don't leave me," Her father's muffled voice begged. He was crying, something she had never seen her father, her hero, do, but the next thing she heard scared her the most. Silence. Even though she was young she knew what the silence was. Her mother was dead.

Flashback


" You wanted to see me, Father," Viola said once she was in her father's study. Her father gave her a once over, but he had a reason to. Her dress was dirty and had stains on it from sitting in the grass in the gardens and her hands had dirt all over them and her face was covered in grime.

" Yes, Viola, please sit down," Her father passed over her appearance and pointed to a chair near his. " We're moving."

" What?" She spoke a little too loudly and her father gave her a harsh look.

" We're moving to Britain, but only for six months," Lord Julius, Viola's father, said. " Bishop Germanius has sent me to check up on how things are progressing at Hadrian's Wall."

Viola couldn't say anything. All she could do was stare into open space, shocked. How could they leave Rome? Even if it was for six months, she decided she was going to hate Britain.


" How can he do this to me, Lydia?" Viola yelled at her maid as she was preparing for bed. " Does he even think of how this is going to affect me? Six months in Britain. How uncivilized." Viola violently threw back the covers to her bed and collapsed in the warmth and comfort of the mattress.

" Forgive me, My Lady, but I do think your overreacting," Lydia said timidly, waiting for her Lady's fuming reply, which never came. " Hadrian's wall cant be that bad, and besides there might be Sarmatian knights there."

" Sarmatian knights?" Viola had never heard of these knights before.

"Oh, yes, My Lady," Lydia smiled dreamily. " Knights from the Black Sea sworn to protect and defend Rome. I have heard many stories about them."

" From the Black Sea?" Viola asked. " Why do they protect Rome?"

" Their ancestors made a pact in order to spare their lives. Their sons and their sons' sons must swear loyalty to Rome," Lydia explained.

" That's not very fair," Viola frowned. How could Rome take young boys form their homes and make them fight?

" All is fair in love and war, My Lady," Lydia smiled and pulled her Lady's hair up. " Now enough stories, time for bed. You've got a long journey ahead of you."

" Isn't it charming, Viola?" Her father smiled as the stepped out of the carriage and into the small, military based territory of Hadrian's Wall.

" Oh, yes, charming," She replied flatly. Truthfully, Viola could already tell that she was going to hate this place.

Hadrian's Wall was nothing like her beloved Rome. While Rome was warm and friendly and filled with people, this small fort was dull and cold with very little people. Fog hung low over the fort and the atmosphere wasn't inviting and friendly, but one of war, something Viola was against.

" You, girl!" Her father said fetching a young girl, her new maid. " Show my Lady Viola to her rooms."

" Here are your rooms, My Lady," the maid curtsied to her and left her in a corridor where a wooden door loomed in front of her. Viola already knew what to expect out of this room and she could already tell that it wasn't going to live up to her Roman standards.

She unpacked the many things she had brought with her, including her never ending supply of dresses that she knew would not be appropriate for the weather here. She relaxed into her bed and sighed deeply. Only six more months, she thought, and this will all be over and I can once again be back in Rome.


Very short chapter, but they will get longer I just wanted to show some basic stuff before I get really into the story. You really need to read the authors note at the top if you havent. please review!