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Chapter Fourteen: Chosen One

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Woad

Thought

Memory/ Dream

Author's Note

Arthur began walking away when he heard Dagonget and Bors walking down the hall. Bors knocked on Dainera's door and waltzed in.

"Lancelot, didn't ya know that you don't bathe with your clothes on. Ya mom didn't teach you that?"

"Bors I am not in the mood get out," Lancelot growled. Bors walked out laughing.

"What happened?" Dag asked.

"I think one of the others, Galahad, walked in while she was taking a bath. Lancelot somehow ended up in the tub." Dagonet was laughing with his friend as they walked back to the tavern.

"Lancelot, you wenching ass, get out!" Dainera yelled. Lancelot looked at her and removed himself from the tub. Dainera reached for her towel and found that is was soaked through.

"Here," Lancelot whispered as he handed her another towel.

"Thank you," she said as she reached for the dry towel. Lancelot turned around as she stood up an wrapped herself up. She tapped him on the shoulder to let him know that she was covered.

"I am going to leave," he said and he walked out of the room. Dainera tried to stop him but couldn't bring herself to do it. She knew what she needed to do. Putting on her green dress again she walked out of her room and to the tavern. Hiding in the shadows she saw that Lancelot was not there, but the others were. They were laughing in a group. Not wanting to face them she began walking to her room. As she walked down the hall she heard someone throwing things around. As she got closer and heard the noise coming from Lancelot's room.

"Lancelot?" she asked as she knocked. The door began opening and she saw Lancelot with sadness in his eyes.

"We need to talk," was all he said and he grabbed her arm pulling her into the room.

"Lancelot, I,"

"You don't need to say anything. I should be the sorry one. I don't know what has gotten into me. I..." that was as far as he got. Dainera possesed his lips like no other woman did before. Lancelot allowed his emotions for Dainera surge through his body. He kissed her with such passion that she would have fallen if his arms hadn't been around her. She felt her body answer his call. As if she were a feather he picked her up and wrapped her legs around him. Gently he laid her upon his bed. Quickly he riped off his tunic and returned to his embrace. As he kissed her he tried to untie her dress but it was difficult. He sat up to see how to untie it, but quickly gave up to his bodies want. Reaching for the knife in his boot he severed all the ties, exposing Dainera's body to him. Itsfeel was soft and smooth to the touch. He could see the tattoos that marked her as a woad queen. The colors made her body bloom to him with the tattoos of blue, green, red, black, and yellow.

Dainera traced his battle scars with the tips of her fingers making his body shiver to her touch. He kissed every inch of her skin and it was her turn to shudder. Then in one swift movement all thought was consumed by passion.

(Morning After)

Lancelot woke up in the pre dawn. Before he opened his eyes he felt a warm body next to him. Carefully he rolled to his side and wrapped Dainera in his arms. She snuggeled closer to him placing her head in his neck. For the first time he smell the sent her body gave off. It was an intoxicating smell of sugar and apples.

She could feel his body tense as she moved. Its temperature went from warm to hot. Rising to his elbow he looked at her beautiful face.With his other hand he stroked its curve and placed some stray hair behind her ear. She traced his beard gently bringing him closer. Sweetly he kissed her lips and laid her down again. He did love her.

It was mid day before they began to rise. Dainera had to dress in one of Lancelot's tunics because he had cut her dress the previous night.

"Will you stay with me again tonight?" he asked as he kissed her.

"If you want me to." He kissed her again as he walked out of the room. Quickly Dainera ran to her room so she could clean up and get a fresh dress. She noticed that when she walked her legs were shaking. As she lay in the tub she rememberd the previous night.

"Are you scared?" he asked. All she could do was nod. "Why?"

"I..." she breathed. He leaned down closer to her. She could feel how close his body was to her's with out them touching.

"Don't be," he whispered into her lips. He kissed her again and with one swift sharp movement she was lost to thought.

Dainera rose from her tub and put on her blue dress. It was the simplest of all. It hung loose on her body and was flared at the sleeves. When she moved to place her hair up she heard a faint knock on her door.

"Yes," she answered without turning around. Lancelot strolled in with a platter for bread, fruit and cheese. "Well aren't you a barer of good tidings," she giggled when she saw all the things he had brought.

"Well, after last night I thought that you might be a tad hungry," he replied as he wrapped his arms around her. Dainera felt a warth that she had only known in the arms of her mother. The warm feeling of love and protection, but was this what she wanted. As a queen she could never have this, but is it for the better or worse? In her heart she knew that she would some day leave him for her people, or even possibly another. "Are you okay?"

"I am just a little tired still. Did you see the others?"

"No, I think that they are training. Shall we join them?" he whispered.

"Why not?" Dainera grabbed a pear as they began walking from her room. As they passed Tristan's quarters she heard two people talking.

"I don't want to be with him," a woman said.

"What choice do you have?" she heard Tristan.

"I want to know you. I don't have that choice. He is cruel and hateful."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"He is leaving for Rome. He has ordered that I stay here and that our wedding be postponed until his return. Who knows how long he will be. Tristan please."

"You know it is not good to listento the conversations of others," Lancelot said as he gently pushed her down the rest of the hall.

"There is something fateful in that conversation," was her reply.

"Well then we should leave fate to her job, she has done good so far," Your virginity is not to be surrendered so easily, ran through his head.

"Lancelot, what's wrong?"

"I have something that I need to do," was all he said as he ran off. Dainera went to follow him but Tristan's door opened and Isolde walked out.

Well there is a happy love scene. Be gentle it was my first time writting one. Well now Isolde is beginning to come into the picture with the knights. Review.