Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own King Arthur.

NOTICE: I've gotten the same question from a few people, "Why is Amelia angry with Lancelot?" Honestly, I wrote this chapter within an hour and posted it to get it out there so that my loyal and even new readers (that's you!) would know I didn't give up and am still very much committed to this story. Now, I've updated so please be sure to read it once more because I've got another chapter coming tomorrow! Thanks! =)

"You are an awful long way from home. 800 years if I'm not mistaken, how is it you ended up here? Is that sort of thing possible in your time?"

Amelia shook her head, "Not at all, complete opposite actually. We have no idea how to go back in time. If we did, we'd probably be a lot better off than we are right now."

"It can't be that bad." Guinevere said.

Shrugging, Amelia continued talking. "There's global warming, majority of the countries are in debt, the air is slowly being polluted by our own hands and we're on the verge of a third world war." She was staring at her lap, picking at the threads of her borrowed dress.

"Even if I could, I don't think I'd want to go home."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it hurts too much." Amelia said softly, barely a whisper.

Watching the other girls pain rise to the surface and play over the features of her face hurt the new Queen as if the pain were her own. It troubled her. What could possibly be so bad to never want to return home?

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Shaking her head, Amelia finally looked at Guinevere. "I'm not ready to talk about any of it at the moment, but thank you."

"I know you don't know me, seeing as how we have just met, but I hope you'll eventually trust someone enough to open up about all that pain you're holding onto so tightly inside." Smiling, the Queen stood. "Well, let's finish our walk and head back inside, feels like the weather is about to take a turn soon.

Amelia didn't see or feel anything about the weather, beautiful blue skies and a cool breeze without a single cloud in sight. However, twenty minutes later as she was walking the halls did she hear the tell tale sound of rain falling heavily on dirt and stone. She wasn't paying attention and as she turned a corner she crashed into something hard yet warm and clumsily fell to the ground but strong hands caught her before she could hit the cold stone. Looking up she found Lancelot held her firmly on solid ground.

"You're an awful lot of trouble." He said simply, making sure she was alright to stand on her own before releasing her.

She stepped around him with a frown, her once somewhat happy mood dissipating in an instant. "Thanks, I guess."

Lancelot wasn't finished, following along side her as he continued. "Do you do it on purpose?"

"Do what?"

"Need saving."

"I don't need saving."

He ignored her, "Like an animal being stalked for food."

"So now I'm an animal?"

"What was that thing I saved you from?" He asked, ignoring her again.

"A car."

"What is a car?" He asked, saying car slowly as if to test the word on his lips.

"Something I used to get around. Place to place."

"Why not on a horse?"

"The only people who ride horses are ranch owners, cowboys and those Canadian mounty guys."

"I have no idea what those things are. What are they?"

"Jesus, do you always ask so many questions?"

"Actually, no. I don't but you're a mystery and I find myself curious."

She stopped and stared at him to which he stopped as well and stared back at her. "Why have you stopped walking? Are you feeling ill?"

"I'm fine." She walked past him but he easily kept up pace and much to her annoyance kept up his questions as well.

"Why were you alone? At your.. car."

"Because I was?" She half said half asked, confused.

"It's not proper for a woman to travel alone. Why is it you were traveling alone? Were you separated from your group? What about your family? Where are they? Do you think they're searching for you? Perhaps we could send word of your safety." He continued on and on, completely wrapped within his own thoughts.

Amelia groaned, her headache coming back, even her mood souring from the onslaught of questions, minor insults and Lancelot's uncanny ability to just.. irritate her for no good reason. Like someone you didn't want to talk to and tried to hide from only for them to notice you and shout your name across the room. She was about to say something, anything when he interrupted her with his own blatantly obvious statement.

"You seem angry."

"So you've finally noticed that, have you?"

"You're very hostile, do you always act this way?"

"Only around you, apparently." She snapped.

"Why are you angry?"

"Because you're asking me a lot of questions and it's irritating, okay?"

Before he could ask another question or further insult her (no matter if he knew he was doing it or not) they'd arrived at the door to her temporary room borrowing it from the very man she was currently trying to get away from. Walking in she turned, "Thank you for this.. riveting talk and short walk but if you don't mind I'd like to be left alone."

And before he could give a response she shut the door in his face, stopping whatever it was he was going to say and leaving him standing in the hall staring at the surface of her door. Turning he headed back down the hall, giving one last look over his shoulder at her door, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Author Note:

Dear Readers,

I'm so very sorry I haven't posted like I promised these past few months, truly. I won't bother you with my personal life and I won't make promises for now but please check back weekly for updates and have patience with me.

I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, many more to come!

Be sure to check back next week as I will be posting a new chapter on Wednesday, January 22nd.

Please let me know what you think by following the story, adding it to your favorites or leaving me a review!

Thanks for reading!

XoXo
W.S.