Summary: Ordinary men make extraordinary heroes. Now Women, prove there
worth to King Arthur and his knights in the midst of a battle for their
homeland from the Roman Empire.
Disclaimer: I know what I wrote and I know what I got from the movie. Frankly, that's good enough for me.
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Arien walked into Lancelot's room and looked around quietly.
No one was in the Inn tonight.
She stood for a second, thinking they might have left, but when she turned around he was standing in the doorway looking very grim.
"How did you escape?" he asked quietly, stepping inside and shutting the door softly.
Arien sighed, "I did not escape......he let me go."
"Just like that?" Lancelot asked curiously, turning to face her.
"I can not explain it anymore then you can." She said quietly, "He simply......told me I was free for the day......but if I was not back by nightfall he would never let me leave again."
"He trusts you now? After all you have done to him?" Lancelot asked, walking over to the bed and sitting down.
Arien shrugged, "He trusts no one except those to weak to defy him......like Artimus."
Lancelot laughed, "Yes Artimus......he has told me some very interesting things about you."
"I assumed he would......you left him alone with Alecto, he had plenty of time to fill him in on everything that had happened and change his tactics." Arien said, stepping towards him.
Lancelot shook his head, "Don't. Not now......not after you lied to me."
Arien smiled, "You figured it all out then?"
Lancelot nodded slightly, playing with something in his hands. "I just think it would have been easier......if you told us from the beginning."
"It is a very complicated tale Lancelot, it would have taken years to explain any other way." Arien said quietly, sitting down next to him now.
He handed her a ring, "How did you know it would all end up like this?" he asked suddenly.
"Artimus should have never been in that forest that night unless someone had warned him."
Lancelot smirked, "So the Prince, Alecto......and Artimus have been plotting to kill you from the beginning?" he asked, sounding amused. He looked at the ring he had handed her, it was the same as many men in the Inn were wearing that morning, and same as the Innkeeper, the one she had slipped into his pants earlier. They were indeed Shadow People, but here for a totally different reason then Artimus had told them.
"I still don't really understand it my self, but I began to suspect when Alecto allowed me to go my self in search of Owen. Diamandra and Lorain were childhood friends, sent to help me by their people as they suspected the same devilry as my self when they heard of Owen." Arien said lightly.
Lancelot raised his eyebrows, "He has the others convinced you are trying to kill Owen, then Alecto to gain full control."
"Not a bad idea......but even though they have tried to kill me, I could not harm my only living brother. I have not yet found out why he would have wanted to join them......unless he felt the same as I did, that the other had been killed and they were seeking an imposter." She paused, "But seeing him was like magic......he looks so much like my father......yet his mind is easily molded to believe lies."
Lancelot shrugged, "Then what are you really planning to do?" he asked quietly.
Arien laughed, "I will kill Artimus, but other then that Alecto and Owen are of no consequence."
"No consequence? Alecto will grow into power and seek to destroy you! Owen may be dull and ill-equipped with his staff, but one day he may snap as well and try to kill you once more." Lancelot said loudly, obviously disturbed by her comment.
Arien said nothing, she just looked at him calmly. Lancelot sighed and smiled at her, "What now?" he asked quietly.
She cupped her hands around his face and kissed him lightly on the lips. He paused, looking into her eyes before he wrapped his hands around her and began kissing her neck.
She leaned into him as he began pulling on the ties of her leather top, just below the sleeveless arm.
He slid it off easily, once he had gotten the ties loose, then stared at her bare chest. She had many scars, especially on the sleeved arm and her stomach, each looking like a serrated blade of some kind had caused them.
He kissed her again, his hands wandering all over her upper body as they lay back on the bed. He crouched above her, feeling hotter and hotter as she gently pulled off his loose top, tossing it aside with out further thought.
Lancelot ran a hand though her hair as she undid his pants and pulled them off as best she could. He sat off to pull them the rest of the way off him self, but stopped suddenly and looked at her with a confused expression.
"How old are you?" he asked quietly, his thoughts moments ago completely forgotten as she lay topless in front of him.
Arien sat up as well, but pulled the sheets over herself before she replied, "Twenty three." She said dully.
Lancelot nodded, but something was still bothering him, "How could you have learned all those skills in such short years?"
Arien sighed, "Why do you ask questions now?"
Lancelot sat down at her side and looked at her curiously, "Because I sit here with you, wanting nothing more then to rip off all your clothes....but I still know so little about you. True I know what lies in your past, but who you are as a person is a mystery to me."
She nodded, not really paying attention, instead of replying she pulled him on top of her once more and kissed him again. This time he did not object, but he took his own sweet time to pull her skirt off, like he enjoyed teasing her.
Three hours later he collapsed beside her, panting heavily as he tried to breath. Arien Smiled, laughing quietly as ecstasy overcame her.
He grinned to, "Simply amazing." He said weakly.
Arien sat up and positioned her self so she was crouching over him, her legs to the side of his as she spoke, "Do you trust me?" she asked quietly, straddling him and pumping her self up and down as he gripped her hips.
Lancelot nodded, trying to keep himself from shouting her name as she pulled up his arms gently, stretching them to there limit.
She leaned down and kissed him, hard on the lips, like she was suddenly angry. Biting his bottom lip gently as she pulled away Lancelot noticed his arms had become linked to one of the bars of the canopy to the bed.
She remained sitting on top of him, but glared at him coldly. "Those were under your pillow lover......you know I would never harm you, but I know what Artimus asked you to do to me......keep me busy for a few hours so he could get Arthur and Tristan into the castle before my return." She kissed him again, resting her arms on his chest, watching his look of confusion grow rapidly. "I am aware you think I am trying to kill Alecto......but Artimus was wrong about one thing, I did love my husband......until the night he killed my daughter." She said sadly, stepping onto the floor and gather up her clothes.
"Artimus never mentioned a child." Lancelot said in his own defense.
"He wouldn't have, you see Artimus is the lap dog of the Roman Empire, he is told only what he needs to know." Arien said, pulling up her skirt. "In this case all he needed to know was that I had gone insane and was seeking the death of my brother." She paused, and looked down at him with pity. "You will never know the truth of my life, nor Artimus'......but Lancelot, I never lied to you about who I am. Princess or not, I only seek revenge......you were unexpected in my path."
She finished tying her top and looked around on the floor, "Where is my fathers ring?" she asked quietly.
Lancelot tried to point to the bedside table, but he realized it was useless effort on his part to move his arms.
"You would sleep with me to betray me, not to love me?" she asked quietly, taking the ring and slipping it onto her thumb.
Lancelot shook his head, "I tried to stop my self! You know that!"
Arien squatted down, her face level with his. "I do......but now I must leave you to your thoughts." She said, smiling at him as she stroked the side of his cheek with her left hand.
"Arien, what will you do now?" he asked suddenly, watching her eyes.
"My father was only found out because Artimus could not hold his tongue. After that it was he who told me of my brothers death......I should have thought it strange earlier how his life was spared when he had nothing to offer the Empire like I did. I blame him for the death's of my family........." She trailed off, looking at his hands, cuffed to the bedpost.
"I can help you." Lancelot said desperately, not liking the idea of Arthur having to find him naked in his own bed.
Arien shook her head, "Artimus is a very persuasive liar......but he lacks ambition, he works to see the dreams of others come true, never his own." She smiled at Lancelot, "But you are different......if I let you go now, you would gladly risk your own life to save that of a condemned man." She stood up and began walking to the door, but stopped and turned back around, looking at Lancelot like she had a sudden idea, "What if Arthur's life were in jeopardy? Would you let me kill Artimus if I let you save your friends?"
Lancelot thought for a second, pulling on the chains and weighing his chances, "If you promise Owen and Alecto will walk away unharmed I will grant you the life of the demon that sold out your family long ago."
Arien smiled, "Then we have a deal......but break it and I will not hesitate to kill you as well."
Lancelot rolled his eyes, "I do not doubt it, but will you please unlock these now so I can dress my self?" he asked impatiently.
Arien raised an eyebrow, "You look much better like this." She said sarcastically.
"Really?" Lancelot asked seriously, looking at himself as best he could with a great sense of pride.
Disclaimer: I know what I wrote and I know what I got from the movie. Frankly, that's good enough for me.
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Arien walked into Lancelot's room and looked around quietly.
No one was in the Inn tonight.
She stood for a second, thinking they might have left, but when she turned around he was standing in the doorway looking very grim.
"How did you escape?" he asked quietly, stepping inside and shutting the door softly.
Arien sighed, "I did not escape......he let me go."
"Just like that?" Lancelot asked curiously, turning to face her.
"I can not explain it anymore then you can." She said quietly, "He simply......told me I was free for the day......but if I was not back by nightfall he would never let me leave again."
"He trusts you now? After all you have done to him?" Lancelot asked, walking over to the bed and sitting down.
Arien shrugged, "He trusts no one except those to weak to defy him......like Artimus."
Lancelot laughed, "Yes Artimus......he has told me some very interesting things about you."
"I assumed he would......you left him alone with Alecto, he had plenty of time to fill him in on everything that had happened and change his tactics." Arien said, stepping towards him.
Lancelot shook his head, "Don't. Not now......not after you lied to me."
Arien smiled, "You figured it all out then?"
Lancelot nodded slightly, playing with something in his hands. "I just think it would have been easier......if you told us from the beginning."
"It is a very complicated tale Lancelot, it would have taken years to explain any other way." Arien said quietly, sitting down next to him now.
He handed her a ring, "How did you know it would all end up like this?" he asked suddenly.
"Artimus should have never been in that forest that night unless someone had warned him."
Lancelot smirked, "So the Prince, Alecto......and Artimus have been plotting to kill you from the beginning?" he asked, sounding amused. He looked at the ring he had handed her, it was the same as many men in the Inn were wearing that morning, and same as the Innkeeper, the one she had slipped into his pants earlier. They were indeed Shadow People, but here for a totally different reason then Artimus had told them.
"I still don't really understand it my self, but I began to suspect when Alecto allowed me to go my self in search of Owen. Diamandra and Lorain were childhood friends, sent to help me by their people as they suspected the same devilry as my self when they heard of Owen." Arien said lightly.
Lancelot raised his eyebrows, "He has the others convinced you are trying to kill Owen, then Alecto to gain full control."
"Not a bad idea......but even though they have tried to kill me, I could not harm my only living brother. I have not yet found out why he would have wanted to join them......unless he felt the same as I did, that the other had been killed and they were seeking an imposter." She paused, "But seeing him was like magic......he looks so much like my father......yet his mind is easily molded to believe lies."
Lancelot shrugged, "Then what are you really planning to do?" he asked quietly.
Arien laughed, "I will kill Artimus, but other then that Alecto and Owen are of no consequence."
"No consequence? Alecto will grow into power and seek to destroy you! Owen may be dull and ill-equipped with his staff, but one day he may snap as well and try to kill you once more." Lancelot said loudly, obviously disturbed by her comment.
Arien said nothing, she just looked at him calmly. Lancelot sighed and smiled at her, "What now?" he asked quietly.
She cupped her hands around his face and kissed him lightly on the lips. He paused, looking into her eyes before he wrapped his hands around her and began kissing her neck.
She leaned into him as he began pulling on the ties of her leather top, just below the sleeveless arm.
He slid it off easily, once he had gotten the ties loose, then stared at her bare chest. She had many scars, especially on the sleeved arm and her stomach, each looking like a serrated blade of some kind had caused them.
He kissed her again, his hands wandering all over her upper body as they lay back on the bed. He crouched above her, feeling hotter and hotter as she gently pulled off his loose top, tossing it aside with out further thought.
Lancelot ran a hand though her hair as she undid his pants and pulled them off as best she could. He sat off to pull them the rest of the way off him self, but stopped suddenly and looked at her with a confused expression.
"How old are you?" he asked quietly, his thoughts moments ago completely forgotten as she lay topless in front of him.
Arien sat up as well, but pulled the sheets over herself before she replied, "Twenty three." She said dully.
Lancelot nodded, but something was still bothering him, "How could you have learned all those skills in such short years?"
Arien sighed, "Why do you ask questions now?"
Lancelot sat down at her side and looked at her curiously, "Because I sit here with you, wanting nothing more then to rip off all your clothes....but I still know so little about you. True I know what lies in your past, but who you are as a person is a mystery to me."
She nodded, not really paying attention, instead of replying she pulled him on top of her once more and kissed him again. This time he did not object, but he took his own sweet time to pull her skirt off, like he enjoyed teasing her.
Three hours later he collapsed beside her, panting heavily as he tried to breath. Arien Smiled, laughing quietly as ecstasy overcame her.
He grinned to, "Simply amazing." He said weakly.
Arien sat up and positioned her self so she was crouching over him, her legs to the side of his as she spoke, "Do you trust me?" she asked quietly, straddling him and pumping her self up and down as he gripped her hips.
Lancelot nodded, trying to keep himself from shouting her name as she pulled up his arms gently, stretching them to there limit.
She leaned down and kissed him, hard on the lips, like she was suddenly angry. Biting his bottom lip gently as she pulled away Lancelot noticed his arms had become linked to one of the bars of the canopy to the bed.
She remained sitting on top of him, but glared at him coldly. "Those were under your pillow lover......you know I would never harm you, but I know what Artimus asked you to do to me......keep me busy for a few hours so he could get Arthur and Tristan into the castle before my return." She kissed him again, resting her arms on his chest, watching his look of confusion grow rapidly. "I am aware you think I am trying to kill Alecto......but Artimus was wrong about one thing, I did love my husband......until the night he killed my daughter." She said sadly, stepping onto the floor and gather up her clothes.
"Artimus never mentioned a child." Lancelot said in his own defense.
"He wouldn't have, you see Artimus is the lap dog of the Roman Empire, he is told only what he needs to know." Arien said, pulling up her skirt. "In this case all he needed to know was that I had gone insane and was seeking the death of my brother." She paused, and looked down at him with pity. "You will never know the truth of my life, nor Artimus'......but Lancelot, I never lied to you about who I am. Princess or not, I only seek revenge......you were unexpected in my path."
She finished tying her top and looked around on the floor, "Where is my fathers ring?" she asked quietly.
Lancelot tried to point to the bedside table, but he realized it was useless effort on his part to move his arms.
"You would sleep with me to betray me, not to love me?" she asked quietly, taking the ring and slipping it onto her thumb.
Lancelot shook his head, "I tried to stop my self! You know that!"
Arien squatted down, her face level with his. "I do......but now I must leave you to your thoughts." She said, smiling at him as she stroked the side of his cheek with her left hand.
"Arien, what will you do now?" he asked suddenly, watching her eyes.
"My father was only found out because Artimus could not hold his tongue. After that it was he who told me of my brothers death......I should have thought it strange earlier how his life was spared when he had nothing to offer the Empire like I did. I blame him for the death's of my family........." She trailed off, looking at his hands, cuffed to the bedpost.
"I can help you." Lancelot said desperately, not liking the idea of Arthur having to find him naked in his own bed.
Arien shook her head, "Artimus is a very persuasive liar......but he lacks ambition, he works to see the dreams of others come true, never his own." She smiled at Lancelot, "But you are different......if I let you go now, you would gladly risk your own life to save that of a condemned man." She stood up and began walking to the door, but stopped and turned back around, looking at Lancelot like she had a sudden idea, "What if Arthur's life were in jeopardy? Would you let me kill Artimus if I let you save your friends?"
Lancelot thought for a second, pulling on the chains and weighing his chances, "If you promise Owen and Alecto will walk away unharmed I will grant you the life of the demon that sold out your family long ago."
Arien smiled, "Then we have a deal......but break it and I will not hesitate to kill you as well."
Lancelot rolled his eyes, "I do not doubt it, but will you please unlock these now so I can dress my self?" he asked impatiently.
Arien raised an eyebrow, "You look much better like this." She said sarcastically.
"Really?" Lancelot asked seriously, looking at himself as best he could with a great sense of pride.