A/N: WOW! Thank you guys for all the reviews. I really appreciate them so much. I will update as much as possible, but the last week of school is this next week, so be patient with me and I will post way more in the summer!

Dani woke up to the sun in her face through the window. She attempted to roll over, but every way she turned the sun was still in her face. So, she gave up and sat up on the bed, threw the bed sheets off and got up.

"Memo to me, put a sheet over the window before I go to sleep at night!" she exclaimed to herself. "Well, I'm up already, so might as well get dressed."

As she wandered her room, she found a wardrobe and opened it. Inside were beautiful dresses of all different shapes, colors, and materials. Her eyes lit up like two light bulbs on a Christmas tree. She had never seen such wonderful dresses. Usually she wore her war attire, which was a soft leather top and pants and her bow and arrow attached to her back. Now she had a choice to what she wanted to wear. She fumbled through the dresses until she found one that caught her eye. It was navy blue with silver thread trim. As she took it out of the wardrobe, she spun around with the dress. She laid the dress on her bed and began to change. Nothing was as magnificent as this dress back home. The material was like silk to her skin as she put the dress on. She ran back over to the wardrobe to find shoes to match. On the floor of the wardrobe she found a pair of gold sandals with blue gems on the straps.

"Those are absolutely perfect!" she said as she picked them up, "I cannot believe all of this. My sister really knows how to out do herself. Now, what to do with my hair." She whirled in front of a mirror and found a soft brush and began to brush out her dark curls. On the table in front of the mirror was a gold clasp to pin her hair back. She decided to put it in her hair to keep it out of her face.

"Done," she said satisfied with her look. Now, let's find out where Lancelot hides himself. I've got to know why he keeps himself from others. Maybe he lost someone he loved or he just hates people in general, I don't know. I will find out soon, she thought as she opened her door and set off to explore.

The corridors around her room were so confusing to Dani that she had to stop someone and ask for directions almost every time she turned a corner. After nearly an hour or so, Dani found her way outside. She walked around until she found the stables where she went to see her horse.

"Hey girl," she said walking up and petting the horse, "how are you liking it here? Are they treating you right in here?"

She continued to stroke the horse's side until she felt a hand grab her shoulder. Her whole body tensed up as she froze for a moment. After a moment of uncertainty, she whipped around and punched the person who grabbed her. It was Lancelot.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, are you alright?"

Instead of responding to her apology, Lancelot simply got up and walked out of the stables. Dani cocked her head to one side, confused, and thought to herself, Is he so rude to not accept my apology? I didn't mean to hurt him; I thought he was going to hurt me.

Dani felt awful about hitting Lancelot, but then again she apologized to him for it. Now, she was just plain pissed at him for not accepting her apology when she was polite about it. Moments after Lancelot left the stables, Dani stormed out of the stables in search of her sister to tell her what had happened.

I have never seen someone more rude and presumptuous in all of my life. What does Guinevere and Arthur see in him as a friend anyway? If I were them, I wouldn't want a friend who wouldn't accept an apology for an accident. Where is my sister? Dani thought.

After yet another confusing hour of corridors, Dani finally found Guinevere in a small library not too far from her room. She was quietly sitting, reading a book by the window. Dani approached Guinevere slowly, not wanting to disturb her right away with her problems. She sat there patiently until Guinevere was done reading.

"Dani, what are you doing here? Are you alright?" she asked sincerely and waited for a reply.

"Guinevere, I needed someone to talk to and you're the only person I really know here. I have a small problem that maybe you could advise me on, since you are my older sister and have had a lot more experience than me."

Guinevere was happy to help her little sister whenever she could. It was always something she enjoyed doing. Since she was married to Arthur now, she rarely got that chance. Now that she had it, she was going to take it.

"Of course I will help you. What are sisters for? Tell me your problem and let's see if we can solve it," she said.

"Alright, I will," Dani began, "This morning, after waking up and getting dressed, I went to the stables to see my horse. I was petting her when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The hand startled me, so I turned around and punched the person who touched me. That person turned out to be Lancelot. I tried to apologize, but he just got up and left without saying a word to me. I didn't mean to hurt him, honest. It was an accident. Now he is being a pompous jerk about it, not talking to me at all. Can you please help me?"

Guinevere looked at Dani and noticed her eyes were full of guilt and worry. She knew that Dani really did feel awful about hitting Lancelot. It wasn't the first time Dani had hit someone, but it was the first time she had actually felt guilty about it. This was a definite change in Dani.

Perhaps, Guinevere thought, she is growing up faster than I thought. It seems like just yesterday Mother had died and she was a tiny baby in my arms. Now she is twenty years old.

"Well," Guinevere replied, "we'll see what we can do. For now, just avoid Lancelot. You don't want him anymore upset than he already is."

Dani was glad that Guinevere decided to help her. It had always been that way for as long as she could remember, getting into trouble and Guinevere getting her out of it. Now it seemed almost ritualistic. They had done it since childhood. Guinevere was practically her mother anyway. She had always enjoyed her advice and heeded it as well.

"Do you like being married?" Dani asked, changing the subject to something other than Lancelot. "I mean, do you love Arthur and like being married to him?"

Guinevere was taken back by her sister's question. It had never been asked by someone other than Arthur whether or not she loved him.

"Of course I love him, why do you think I married him?" Guinevere replied.

"Well, I was just curious. I don't know if I want to marry or not. Since I was a child, I've always had the freedom to choose what I wanted for my own destiny. Merlin guided me along the way, unbeknownst to father. Merlin even said that I could be a great Woad warrior one day and perhaps lead them. He also said that you were a great leader too when you lead our people against the Saxons. I want my chance for glory too, not the life of a docile wife," Dani said.

"Dani, you don't understand, I fought because I had to. The Saxons were going to kill everyone in Britain if we didn't do something about it. I fought for freedom, not glory. Now, I'm content to be a wife. I didn't stop completely, I still train to keep myself agile, but I refuse to fight unless threatened. You shouldn't go out looking for trouble, there is enough that will come at you in you lifetime. Promise me that you won't go out looking for it. Promise me," Guinevere said sternly as she stared at Dani.

Dani sighed heavily and said, "Alright, I promise not to."

"Good. Thank you." Guinevere replied, "Now, let's go down and see if there is still any food left after all the knights have eaten."

They smiled at one another as they left the room and went down to the Dining Hall to find some food.