Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own King Arthur.

The next two days were easy, surprising enough. He took it easy on her. Very easy. First she learned how to hold the sword, how to let it's weight be an advantage and not a hinderance. How to use her whole body when striking at the enemy rather than wasting her energy with frivilous blows.

Over the next month the training progressed and on Amelia's 38th day in the castle she awoke to blood in her bed and it made her sob instantly and so loudly it brought Illyanna to her side who sent word to the Queen and requested a doctor. Both showed up in record time. When Guinevere wrapped her in her arms Amelia's sobs only grew louder.

Lancelot was barred from her room but he watched from down the corridor as a bundle of bloody sheets was taken away. And a look of worry came over his face when her sobbing filled the air once more.

Guinevere stopped the physician before he could leave and asked if she would be okay, the older man sighed, softly whispering, "She lost the baby but she will recover." Thanking the physician she took purchase next to the bed and ran a cool comforting hand over Amelia's forehead. Her sobs had lulled her to sleep and the Queen couldn't help but sympathize. Had she known she was with child?

Lancelot arrive only an hour after the physician left, "I can stay the night with her. You should go rest, your Majesty." It bothered him, being away for so long. But he didn't want to intrude, didn't want to press.. but he found he was unable to stay away either.

Guinevere nodded, standing. "That's a kind gesture, Lancelot. Try not to wake her she's been through.." How do you explain this? How does one explain the loss of the unborn? "I'll be back to sit with her at first light.." He bowed to his Queen and bid her farewell, taking her place beside Amelia's bed, the soft latch of the door the only sound left in the silence of the room.

Before long it was daybreak and as Amelia rolled over to open her eyes to a new day she was extremely surprised to find Lancelot asleep very uncomfortably in the chair next to her bed. Fresh tears came to her eyes as she remembered why she never got out of bed yesterday, why he might be keeping a vigil next to her bed and it broke her heart all over again.

Her soft crying woke him, lifting his head his neck ached, protesting it's terrible choice of bed. "Amelia."

She looked like a frightened deer during a hunt where the slightest snap of a twig would frighten the creature off. He frowned. "Please don't cry." He whispered, the softness of his voice only made her cry harder. He was out of the chair and by her side faster than she could process, wrapping her in his arms and whispering comforting words to her as he held her sobbing against his chest.

This is how the Queen found them and chose to leave them.

It was many hours later in the day when Lancelot awoke, surprised to know he'd fallen asleep. Amelia still tucked into his chest, one hand resting between their bodies, the other lay flat against his chest. Her warmth burning a hole in his tunic. He tried his best to remove himself from her bed but she grabbed a fist full of his tunic and when he looked at her, her eyes silent plea was enough to stop him.

"Alright, I'm not going anywhere. I was just going to grab the tray of food Illyanna left for us." Amelia glanced over at a stool by the door with a tray full of food sitting atop it, only then did she release him. He kept his eyes on her as he retrieved the tray and sat back down next to her with it. He held out a piece of bread. She wouldn't even look at it. He sighed, "Please, Amelia." He begged, "Please eat something."

It seemed like an eternity but eventually she took the bread from him and ate. He smiled. "Thank you." Before they knew it the entire tray had been picked clean. When Lancelot moved to take the tray out Amelia's hand in his own stopped him. "..I lost my baby." She whispered. It sounded foreign, like someone else had said it. Like this wasn't happening to her. He allowed the tray to slip from his hands, it clattered to the floor but his attention was on her.

He frowned, "I know. I'm so sorry." He enveloped her in his arms and laid them back down and it was then he could feel the wetness of her tears soaking into his clothes but he refused to let her go. He held her for so long she fell asleep and shortly after he followed her into the depths of the void only wishing he could somehow fix this.

Author Note:

Dear Readers,

Here's a much needed update. I owe you an explanation.

I know that maybe I don't have to explain myself, but I would like to. In 2014 my mom's illness got really, really bad, she'd been sick for a very long time but it got worse as the year progressed and I've been taking care of her since her diagnosis. She fought hard and I'm not ashamed to say that everything was put on the back-burner in order to be by her side. The beginning of that year she was in and out of the hospital and it took it's toll.
She passed away July of 2014 and everything I love died with her. It's been really hard, getting back into everything she used to support me so fiercely on. I cannot tell you how many times I would sit down at my laptop, write up half a chapter, delete it and go lay back down just to escape the pain.

I'm sorry I left everything for so long.

Thank you, for sticking with me.

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Thank you for reading.

XoXo,
W.S.