Disclaimer I do not own King Arthur, though I wish I owned Lancelot and Tristan -smirks-. Anyways, anything you do not recognize, such as an extra character or two(Like The Rogue Knight, and a Certain Woad that got her captured in the first place) belong to me! Any other beings or characters that you do not recognize also belong to me, or another of which I have asked permission to use the subject! Nor any songs that might appear.
Author's Notes -I Listened to alot of P.O.D. whilst I wrote this chapter.(-cough- alive, will you and aleeping awake mostly) It put me in the mood for the discovery of the Rogue, who's name shall be revealed in this chapter ;.... yeah...
Spelling mistakes might come up once in a while in both name and mere word! I am sorry for this, and must apologize further for my impatient chapters that might be incredibley short.
- Just2Spooky - Actually, Occuli was a word that Roleplayers seem to use, and originally comes from Occular.
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- I have also changed my name to Detonate-Saint rather then Detonate-Raelyn
Summary This isn't you typical, find a third prisoner within the walls of Marcus Honorius' dungeon that he had so cruelly sentenced Guinevere and Lucan to.
When the knights manage to find their way into the dungeon, they manage to find a third captive. However, their rage becomes even more so, when they find out that the woman isn't a woad warrior at all.... But one of their own. A knight.
-Pairing- Tristan/OC or/and Lancelot/OC, whilst the OC is currently ambiguous towards Lancelot.
The Rogue Knight
Chapter Three; Lies of the Lady
She rode behind the other Knights, reining in beside a wagon here or there to speak to the people that sat within, or whom actually drove the wagon itself. The ill tempered stallion however, was quiet in the time his two legged companion rode him. The ebony raven sat perched upon the woman's shoulder, cooing softly in both the woman's and the stallion's ear. Fenaliy found herself most sought out after, by the lad Alecto. He would ride up, upon a silver coated steed and request of her, to tell the tales of her adventures as a Knight, both hated, loved, and feared.
Fen found this most irritating, and would eventually ride off with a good excuse as to, having to heed nature's call. Of course, Fen would then find herself, after about ten minutes, once again being nagged at by the youth. She rode, listened, nodded once, shook her head twice, answered with a yes, explained a tactic quickly, and finally, would ride away with the same excuse as before.
It was on the tenth time the day that Marius Honorius was killed, that Fen snapped when the most ridiculous of questions was sprouted forth from the mouth of Alecto.
"So, have you any feelings for any of the male Knights?" Fen had glanced at him, before snarling viciously.
"Go meddle in the business of your mother's skirts boy. My patience is wearing thin, and even if I am wounded, I can still wield a sword." After the small outburst, the lad had gapped at her, before quickly turning his horse about, and riding off, daring to glance back at the female Knight. Fen merely stared ahead, her back to his saddened gaze.
Fen heard the sound of another horse approaching, and she thought it was Alecto once more to come and torture, but, instead of his curious voice reaching her ears, she found that Lancelot's voice managed to caress her eardrums instead.
"Same old Fen.. Aren't you? Always pushing the advances of male's away." Lancelot chuckled softly, and Fen glared angerly at him.
"Alecto, was actually questioning me about my adventures. Not asking me to marry him Lancelot." Her cracked voice whipped harshly against him, Lancelot blanched and stared at Fen.
"Oh."
"Just because, you know I will refuse you Lancelot, doesn't mean, you have to build your hopes up with fickle lies." She laughed, harshly, coldly. It stung his pride and Lancelot merely turned his head foreward, catching a glance of her now and then out of the side of his eye. Fen glanced at him, before her lips curled slightly, she shook her head, and kicked her horse on, leaving Lancelot gazing after her retreating back.
She rode alone once again, near the back of the caravan, listening intently to the dangerous sounds of the Saxon drums as they pursued the group of Knights, and people they were burdened to escort. On occasion, Fen would stop, listen to the mixed sounds of people chattering, beating drums, and even the raucous laughter of Bors as he, Galahad, Gawain and Dagonet joked about the Saxons.
Fen heard someone trot their sweet tempered equine towards Fen, she felt the soft, curious gaze of Alecto, and stubbornly, forced her gaze upon him. The boy shifted nervously upon his steed, and watched Fen with a expectance. She merely stared at him, a neutral expression gracing her features. She slowly cocked her head to the side, and clicked her tongue, causing her steed to move forth. Alecto followed her, perhaps a foot behind her, on her right.
"The tales of the Nuns? The Escort? Tell them to me." Fen cast a nervous glance at the young man, and sighed, she continued on, ignoring his request. "Well, tell me some tale! I have heard so many tales over the years I do not know which is truth and which is a meager fable-"
"As it should be." She turned on her saddle, shifting her weight to catch the gaze of Alecto. "The tales of the Rogue Knight, are all lies! I never escorted a group of Nuns! I never was banished! I never tried to eat a man's lips off, nor do I collect the ears of those I kill! My horse does not cause the ground to shake when he gallops, my raven does not sing in latin, greek, or roman. I do not stalk the night preying on children! Nor do I decapitate their heads from their bodies! I am mortal, not some immortal fiend searching for redemption! Alecto, Son of Marius Honorius, your entire life, you have heard lies of me, and my two companions. We are just as easily destroyed as any other being." Her words lashed at Alecto, breaking his heart.
So his child hood hero had been a fake. Built up and up bye the rogue-hero-hungry people of Great Britan. He stared at her, his eyes beginning to tear up, and he slowly averted his gaze from the side of her visage.
"So? It was all a lie? None of it true?" The hopefulness in the young man's voice touched Fen to a point. She glanced nervously at him and nodded in affirmation.
"All, but the cloak, but the tales of I teaching Tristan his scouting skills. Those things are true. My horse is ill tempered when it comes to anyone, but the knights, and my raven does eat the more succulent parts of a dead human's visage. Of course, the amount of years I have been wandering alone are true aswell." Alecto nodded and sighed heavily, reining his horse back slightly, allowing the woman Knight to continue on her way, with the caravan.
Her back was turned to all the other Knight's, she sat at her own fire, her steed laying upon his side, back towards the fire. The raven sat atop the slowly rising and falling side of the equine. Fen held in her hand a piece of rabbit meat, which she had managed to steal from Gawain's roasting spit, her injured hand was craddled in her lap, gripping as tightly as she could, to the black fabric of the cloak that Marius' wife had lent her. She reveled in the warmth and sighed contently.
The sound of snow crunching beneath the feet of a two legged being, reached Fen's ears, causing the woman to turn slightly, and glance over her shoulder. Her gaze came into contact with Lancelot's own flickering eyes.
"You seem lonely." She stated softly, eyeing the piece of rabbit in Fen's hands. "Where did you get that?"
"Gawain." She stated stiffly. "And, I am not lonely. I have two companions, that is all I need."
Lancelot eyed her carefully, before sitting down beside her.
"Of course, you can always invite yourself." She glanced sharply at Lancelot, causing him to lean over slightly and snatch a small sliver of rabbit meat from Fen's greasy finger tips.
"Of course." He said, as he threw the piece of meat into his mouth. The two sat in silence for a moment, Fen angerly shooting daggers as Lancelot, whilst the man merely stared into the flames. His gaze however, finally moved towards Fen, and he cleared his throat slightly before speaking. "Arthur spoke with Alecto after you had. The young boy was complaining about how crushed he was, that his child hood hero turned out to be a fraud and a woman."
Fen's eyes never ceased to shoot daggers. "And I guess Arthur tried to stick up for me? Saying those rumors had been started by people that never truely knew the entire story." She rose her eyebrows.
Lancelot sighed heavily. "Fen."
"And I suppose, he also began telling all the half truths? About the things I had told the kid, were not true! Aaggh."
"Fen. Most of it is true. You aren't one hundred percent loved, nor hundred percent hated. The kid merely finds you a neutral hero or villain that he finds himself drawn to. You have to much charisma for your own good." Lancelot laughed, and was soon joined by Fen. Her cracked voice, seemed softer when she laughed, more feminime, than it would be normally.
"Lancelot. What is it that you want?" She gazed at the fire, her eyes unmoving, never glancing at his in turn.
"Can't I just, sit and speak with someone I haven't seen in a litte more then eight to nine years?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing the woman to wave him off with the flick of her wrist. Her hand fell upon the short sword that she had taken from the soldier earlier that day. "Nice weapon." Lancelot pointedly pointed towards the sword, resting within it's sheath. "Though, whatever happened to that beautiful bastard you had?"
Fen darted him a look. "I would think Marius had taken it from me the moment I was shot down. Of course, it, being such a fine work of metal." She grinned crookedly. "He would have kept it for himself, and if I am not mistaken, Alecto or his mother knows where it might be! Of course, same with my armour. After all, who comes across black tinted steel? It is not very regular!"
Lancelot chuckled, but it was quieted as the sound, and steady beat of the saxon drums echoed through his skull. His eyes darted to the sky, and he grimaced. "You might need it sooner then Arthur thinks. We have a chance of coming into extremely close range of the Saxons. I just hope it isn't tomorrow. Or tonight for that matter. I would rather sit infront of this fire, with a beautiful woman, rather then be a gallant knight and strike down my enemy tonight."
Fen chuckled softly and glanced at the stallion that still lay upon his side in the most dog-like manner. "I had thought you stupid Lancelot. But, now that you are saying my horse is a beautiful woman, makes my suspicions even more correct."
Lancelot shook his head. "I thought you smart Fen, I guess I was wrong. A beautiful woman, but no brains."
Fen reached over, and hit Lancelot playfully over the head. "You are the most flirtatious man, I have met!" The two laughed playfully, causing glances to travel their way from the fire that Gawain, Galahad and Dagonet shared. They all shook their heads, whilst the two continued to laugh.
The two soon ceased to loudly laugh their delight, and stared each other in the eye. Lancelot leaned closer, and eyed, for once in a long time, Fen's apperance. Her pouty, robust lips, her high cheek bones, delicately dressed in a pale complexion that was marred from a mere two scars. A beauty mark, extremely light in color lay near the left corner of her upper lip. Her eyebrows were delicately arched, her left eyebrow was sliced into two, by white scar tissue. Her silverish grey eyes were alluring, calling to him to lay his lips upon hers. His mind could only imagine the body that lay beneath the armour, and cloak.
"Lancelot?" He was interrupted from his thoughts. He realized that Fen and himself were inches apart. Their breath mingled together, dancing across eachother's faces before drifting off into night. "Lancelot what are you doing? Do I have a smudged of grease on my cheek or something?" She rubbed at her cheeks, and Lancelot chuckled onced again.
"No." He spoke softly, his voice slightly husky, and incredibley different. Fen gazed at him, watching his eyes as they flickered with a lust. She rose a brow, and once again found Lancelot's face incredibley close to hers. "I want to... Kiss you Fenaliy. Fen." He leaned closer, closer, and just as his lips were to lay upon her's, to taste her sweetness, the woman turned her head to the side, causing him to kiss her cheek rather then her lips.
"I um.. Must go Lancelot. I am going to go ask Alecto for my sword and armour. Um.. Good Night." She nearly jumped up, leaving Lancelot dumbfounded and confused. He was in shock. It passed quickly as he watched her retreating form, nearing Alecto and his mother's wagon. He cursed loudly. Jumping up, and stomping his foot into the snow covered ground. Many people cast their gazes in his direction, some silent, whilst others whispered.
"Damn it.."
Tristan had watched the exchange, and had found himself gripping the dagger in his hand tightly, as he hoped Fen would turn away from Lancelot. When she had, he had thanked the gods of Sarmatia, and yet cursed himself for wishing such a thing upon his lifetime friend and companion. His mind burned with a slight guilt, and yet he shook it off as she watched Fen limp on her bad leg, towards Alecto's wagon. His gaze soon turned back to the fire, watching Lancelot as he strode away, towards his own, lonely, womanless fire. Tristan shook his head, finding it humorous as the conversation from a couple days before entered his mind.
-Flash back -
"The first thing I shall do, when I get home. Is find a beautiful sarmatian woman to wed." Gawain had stated, matter-of-factly. Bors had let loose his raucous laugh, slapping Gawain cheerfully on the back.
"Beautiful Sarmatian woman? Why do you think we left?"
-End Flash Back-
Tristan grinned. It was funny, how they had spoken of such things, as if Fen had left their minds all together. She was beautiful, no one could doubt that. Perhaps not, strike dead gorgeous as most would like, she could have been, if the scars had not marred her. And the best part. She was Sarmatian. Tristan had no doubt that Bors was feeling a bit on the odd side about his comment to Gawain. And he had no doubt that Gawain was going to bug Bors about it sooner or later.
Tristan glanced back at his fire, as he realized that Fen had glanced his way on her way back to her fire, in her arms she carried pieces of her armour. Bye the looks of it, he felt she would have to do more then just one trip.
Author's Note: Hahaha, I did my first romance! bwahahaha. Anyways, -cough- I would love some feedback on how I wrote it. Not positive about it, but hey, I feel great about this chapter. Better then I did for the last one.
-I also listened to the beginning of School fo Hardknock - P.O.D. alot during this chapter.
Anyways, read and review!
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Cerdic gets his first glimpse of The Rogue Knight alone! Well, actually with Tristan, but hey! Fen looses something important to her(not going to say what!), and Cynric is promised a prize if they are to beat Arthur and his Knights! Lancelot becomes more and more obsessed with the Rogue Knight as the journey to Hardian wall progresses.
