When Artemis awoke the next morning she felt awful. Wine and her didn't usually agree. Lancelot however could drink as much as he wanted. Arthur's comment was still running through her mind. "You're too much like your brother". Was she too much like Lancelot? Could she honestly be that bad? She winced as the memory of the previous nights events became clear. She had thrown Arthur. The Arthur. It was amazing that he had found it funny. Her brother had sent her three letters in the course of his life with Arthur. All of which made him out to be somewhat of a tyrant. He wasn't, well he might've been, but Guinevere must've broken him down. Sitting upright Artemis sighed, she'd slept on the floor and was still dressed in the same outfit. She had removed the metal breastplate and had slept in the leather tunic. She looked quite the warrior in dyed blue leather and silver. And since her brother was dead it meant she could take up arms officially. Artemis yawned before standing, picking up the silver breastplate and fastening it behind her. Why did she always look like Lancelot when she was dressed like a warrior? Not that he wore women's battle garb that often, but it was just the way she looked like him. Quite a scary thought really, looking like your brother. At least she had the blonde hair to make her look different. With her sword safely in the scabbard on her back, Artemis braided her hair and headed for the door. She had planned on leaving without saying goodbye, though nothing she planned on usually occurred. Moving out into the corridor she did her best to tread carefully. Boots on a creaky floor isn't the best combination. She got about halfway down when a hand clapped down on her shoulder. She jumped. Drawing her sword she turned and struck. Her attack was blocked by....Guinevere? She was smiling but why had she just terrified her so much?
"Guin' did you have to do that?"
"Well if you insist on skulking around first thing in the morning dressed like...some sort of warrior princess , what else am I supposed to do?"
"Wait until you know who it is."
Guinevere stepped forward before striking, Artemis blocked it.
"So where did you intend on going Artemis?"
"Sarmatian business. Things need attending to."
"There are Sarmatian knights here, I must inform them of..."
"Take the hint Guin' I'm going all rebellious here."
"Then why did you come here?"
"To make myself feel better, I had to accept his death didn't I?"
"Would your brother approve of this rebellion?"
"Damn right he would, he was the one that started it. Now if you don't mind I have to be going."
Pushing her blade out of the way Artemis moved quickly down the corridor only stopping when she heard Guinevere speak.
"If this is what you want then fine, but you'll always be my friend even if one day we fight on two separate sides."
"I'll remember that."
Moving out into the cold British weather, Artemis sighed before inhaling deeply. She was going to make sure this rebellion made it's point. After all, she had to keep Lancelot's memory alive. What better way than to kill a few people to prove a point. Mounting Dante, her brother's horse, she rode North, paying attention only to her immediate surroundings, not noticing that four knights and a woad were following.