The flames of the fire danced around calmly in the hearth as Lorraine watched it. Her eyes traveled around Arthur's study room, each of the walls filled with selves that contained books, scrolls, and various maps. Her gaze stopped at the door, where the scout Tristan stood, examining his dagger. Lorraine watched him in awe; he definitely didn't look like anyone she knew in her world, so she found him intriguing. A small smile spread to her face as she took in his messy hair that fell in his face; she'd never liked guys with long hair, or tattoos in that case, but it suited the knight. If a guy had long shaggy hair or a tattoo back home, she wouldn't even glance in his direction.

I can't believe I'm actually thinking about boys right now...The thought caused her to let out a little laugh, causing Tristan to look up at her. Lorraine tried to pull on what she thought was a friendly smile, but that only caused him to continue staring at her. Tristan then started sharpening his dagger, the sleek noise of the blade being sharpened made her cringe, and she unconsciously pulled the cloak around her tighter. Lorraine looked away from Tristan quickly, dropping her gaze to the floor, and then looked up again. He was watching her with a slightly amused look on his face, his dagger sharpening getting louder and louder.

He's smirking at me! So, he wanted to intimidate me with his fancy dagger sharpening. That's fine; two can play this game…

Lorraine was half way in opening her mouth to insult Tristan when the door opened, and a man poked his head in. "They're ready to see you now", a squire said as he opened the door to allow them out.

Lorraine found herself sitting across from Pallas.

"I thought it was finally time I asked you about yourself, child" Pallas stated rather coolly as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, waiting for her to talk.

Lorraine looked at the man next to Pallas; he seemed to sincerely want to hear what she had to say. "Well, first off I'm seventeen, which is not a child". She faintly heard Tristan grunt in the background.

Pallas gave her an impatient look so she continued, "About two weeks ago, I woke up here, not knowing where I was. Since then, I still don't really know where I am". She finished, leaning back in the chair.

"You're at a training fortress not far from Britain, I heard about you trying to escape this morning. Why?"

Uh oh……

She simply decided to lie, "You're knights were right, my mind was clouded from the fever. I must have been delirious".

"Who are you, where do you come from?" Pallas demanded impatiently, tired of having to wait on her.

"I…..I can't remember anything before I woke up here, expect my name".

Pallas seemed to think about this for a moment, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What of your strange clothing? You have no idea of how you were injured?"

"No…"

"You said you came from a different world" Tristan interrupted from the doorway, and all eyes turned to look at him.

"Um…I didn't know what I was talking about…"

Tristan saw Lorraine's hands tense nervously, without a doubt, he knew she had lied.

"Well then, you seem to be an ordinary village girl who has goon quite delusional. For the time being, you are placed under my care here at the fortress. You will work as a serving maid".

"Waaaait a minute. A what? A serving maid? What the hell is that?" Lorraine asked indignantly, suddenly realizing how much she sounded like a brat.

Pallas raised his eyebrows at her in astonishment, "Have you never heard of cleaning before girl?"

"Yes, but-"

She was cut off as Pallas shook his head determinedly

"I'll take my leave then. Tristan, be so kind as to escort our guest to her room will you?"

If I was a guest, I wouldn't be serving as a freakin maid!

Tristan had already started towards the door when Lorraine noticed and began to follow him. Lorraine had a hard time keeping up with his long strides. They entered a different part of the fortress and stopped at the corridor. Tristan looked around to see if there was any servant near by to show her to a room.

"There you are child!" A voice called as one of the doors from the hallway opened up.

Derora appeared before them and nodded at Tristan, "I'll take it from here good sir".

She then grabbed Lorraine's arm and started pulling her towards a doorway.

"You can have this room. It has been unoccupied for quite a long time now, I'm sure I'll find it accommodating".

Lorraine squinted around the dark room after they opened the door and went inside. Donora walked to the window and pulled open the dusty drapes, revealing a cloudy misty day outside.

A glance around the room told her it was simple. With a bed against the window wall, a fireplace, truck for clothes, and a desk with a basin in it. Derora had lit the fireplace and some candles that added a slight homely feel to the room.

"Right, well we'll get you started then won't we? I'll go ask one of the other maids for something you can wear".

Derora came back a couple minutes later with a few plain servant dresses and put them in the trunk.

"Your day begins at sunrise. You are to wake the knights up each individually and prepare them a bath. You leave for their privacy, and during the day you are to clean the rooms, make the beds, and mend any clothing they might have torn. You understand?"

"Uh…yes".

"You can start tonight, I believe they're coming home from a mission, so a warm bath would be nice wouldn't it? You are to tend to Arthur first, then Lancelot. After that, it doesn't really matter. I'll have one of the fellow maids Aluria show you the details, she looks after the knights presently. I'll call you by nightfall".

Lorraine was soon left to her thoughts after Derora left. She lay down on the bed and gazed out the window longingly. It was misty and drizzling outside.

Rain, cars honking, and puddles.

"What are you doing standing out here all by yourself lorra?"

Lorra looked up to see his green eyes, they were teasing her. His umbrella shielded the rain from her, and everything seemed to stop.

A knock on the door woke her from her dream and Lorraine hurried to answer it. By now the sky had grown dark, the weather cold.

"What were you doing in there? I thought you were dead". A servant girl explained as she pulled Lorraine out into the corridor.

"I'm Aluria, I kept after the knight's rooms and such, it's so good to finally have a partner", Aluria glanced over her shoulder as she started walking rapidly.

Lorraine struggled to keep up with her, "where are we going?"

"The knights have returned from their mission, we're to bring dry towels to them, and then prepare their baths".

Walking downstairs to the main room, she saw several knights in black capes, sprinkled with rain from outside. The main fireplace was light, and they were conversing merrily amongst themselves.

She suddenly felt nervous.

"Go on! Hand these out", Aluria shoved her towards the knights as she handed Lorraine a pile of towels.

Lorraine weaved through the crowd of knights slowly, clutching the towels in uncertainly.

"Yes, but I couldn't kill her, I don't feel right feeling a woman. Woad or not", a knight joked loudly, taking a towel from her absently and wiping his forehead, which Lorraine stared at in horror, had blood on it.

She stared at the fresh white towel now covered in blood as she dark haired knight handed it back to her.

"Thanks darling".

"You're wel-", Lorraine frowned when he had already moved back to talk to one of his fellow knights. She turned around to go find Aluria when she bumped into a very hard armored chest, and looked up at Tristan.

"Oh, hello".

He said nothing but grabbed a towel and wiped his face and hands with it, his eyes watching her the whole time. He turned to leave, and lightly threw the towel back on top of the pile as he walked again.

Lorraine's mouth dropped to an astonished "O" as she fumed and prepared to march right after him, only bumping into Arthur instead.

"So I get the dirty towel now?" He teased, taking off his leather gloves and handing them to her.

"Of course not, here..." she fumbled with towels as she grabbed a clean one from the pile and handed it to him.

"Thank you, are you new? I don't recognize you"

"Yes, I'm Aluria's new partner"

Arthur nodded and gave her a small smile, when he was distracted by the dark knight from earlier with blood on his forehead.

She was suddenly pulled into the next room and Aluria took the towels away from her.

"Not bad for your first time. You didn't seem too spastic, and you weren't even drooling, or attempting to flirt with them. Impressive".

"Well I was just…getting to know them. Sort of"

Aluria quirked an eyebrow at her and a smile came to her lips.

Lorraine narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "what are you smiling about?"

Aluria walked out the room, motioning for Lorraine to do the same, "Time for you to prepare their baths!"

Leaving a gaping Lorraine to stare after her.


Sorry if this chapter has tons of mistakes in it, I wanted to get it out before school starts. Meaning, I dont think there will be another update for a looong time. Hope you like this one. I love my reviewers as always. 3