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----------Chapter Fourteen----------

-----Kamilia's POV-----

I don't know how long I slept but when I woke up, I was still tired. Every bone and muscle in my body ached and I had a dull throbbing in my head. I opened my eyes and saw that, incredibly enough, the sun was out and shining through an open window, a cool breeze blowing in. It was a perfect day, and I was stuck in bed. Just my luck. I looked over to my bedside and saw that Lancelot was sleeping in a chair. He looked like he had been mending up nicely, but also like he hadn't slept or eaten well in days. I made a move to sit up but a sharp pain ran through my side, causing me to gasp and fall back down on the bed. Lancelot, always a light sleeper, woke up and was at my side in an instant.

"You're up!" he exclaimed, smiling ear to ear because I was obviously ok. Then worry crossed his handsome face. "What are you doing trying to get out of bed!" he scolded. "You need to stay here and heal!"

He probably would have gone on but, again, due to my infamous luck, Marietta came in. She looked at the scene in front of her and smiled broadly.

"She's up!" she yelled down the hall, as she entered the room.

All the knights ran eagerly into the room and instantly began to congratulate me on recovering. I noticed that Tristan stood in the back with Marietta, whilst all the others crowded around my bed. After about an hour of all the knights going through the battle play-by-play, Marietta ran them out, including Lancelot, and we talked alone for a while. I learned that I had been asleep for 3 days, that Guinevere and Arthur were to be married in a week's time and that Arthur would become King of Britain. I was proud of him and I know he would be a good king. Oh, and that she and Tristan were lovers.

I recovered fairly quickly and was able to walk around again in 2 days. I spent the days of the week getting fitted for my bridesmaid dress for the wedding and helping out where-ever I could and my nights were spent in a passion and love that I had not known to have existed.

-----Marietta's POV-----

The day of Arthur's wedding I woke up in Tristan's arms as the first rays of sunlight fell through the window. It would be a perfect day. Tristan was still sleeping soundly and so I decided to wake him up. I propped myself up, leaned over him and kissed him passionately. He woke up quickly and returned my kiss as his hands began to roam over my body. He then rolled over on top of me and started kissing my neck.

"Good (kiss) morning (kiss, kiss) gorgeous (kiss)" he murmured. I laughed and kissed his mouth once more. Then someone knocked on the door. Tristan groaned in response.

"Who is it?" I asked as Tristan began to nibble at my ear.

"Mar, we really need to get ready now, and, well, Guinevere's in the middle of a nervous breakdown, and I kinda need your help." Kamilia said from the other side of the locked door.

"I'll be there in 2 minutes!" I yelled back.

"Better make it 5," my lover whispered in my ear.

I laughed and kissed him again as I crawled out of bed and slipped on a dress. I quickly braided my hair and looked over to the bed where Tristan was lazily reclining, the sheets just covering his lower half and a slight pout on his face. I sat down next to him and he pulled me down so I was partially on top of him.

"I'll try to come back as soon as possible," I said. "But if I can't, I'll see you at the wedding." With that I kissed him lovingly and left to find Guinevere and Kamilia.

When I entered Guinevere's quarters, the bride was pacing back and forth anxiously as Kamilia was trying to persuade her to calm down and put on her dress. Had the wedding not been just a few hours away, I would have found the scene very amusing. I closed the door behind me and Kami and I started to get Gwen ready for her wedding.

Three hours, two dope slaps and half a million threats of throwing ice water on a certain someone if that certain someone didn't calm down later, Guinevere and Arthur were standing at the alter, saying their vows. The ceremony was very long winded and I dazed off at least half a dozen times. Finally they kissed and it was over.

We all went back to the Wall's courtyard to celebrate. The day was fading and the amount of drinks going around was growing. It didn't take anyone very long to get tipsy.

"Where are those two lovebirds anyway?" slurred Galahad, for Guinevere and Arthur had disappeared. Then again, they hadn't stayed very long in the first place.

"Think very hard dear," said Kamilia from Lancelot's lap. "What happens after you get married?"

"Why that's a stupid question," he started. Gods what a stupid drunk. "When you get married you-"his eyes widened in comprehension and he quickly covered his mouth with his goblet once more.

The night went on with many a song and dance and drink. Tristan and I kept a distance, as usual. I began to get bored so I started nibbling at his ear.

"Now, now. Is this really the place for that kind of behavior?" he whispered huskily in my ear.

"Not really," I purred, now kissing his neck. "But you could always take me someplace where it is."

His eyes, which never really showed emotion, widened in surprise. "Well if you insist," he said, a grin was breaking over his features.

We stood up, said our good-byes and left the courtyard, but not before I noticed that Lancelot and Kamilia were also leaving, but not going towards the rooms; they were headed to the entrance, to the woods. What were they up to?

-----Lancelot's POV-----

We walked until we reached the edge of the woods, talking about how Arthur and Guinevere's marriage would affect the people of Britain. I decided several weeks ago that I was going to marry her. As we walked, I stepped closer to Kami and grabbed her hand. As I wove my fingers into hers she turned and gave me a smile and squeezed my hand. I smiled and squeezed hers in return.

"So, I guess it's back to Samaria now isn't it?" she asked.

"I don't know. I know I want to go, but Arthur is going to need all the help he can get," I replied.

"True. I just miss the rolling green hills, my family, and the really cute guy who lived in the tent next to ours." she said, a look of longing on her face.

"You're kidding right?" I knew she was kidding but the look on her face made me think twice. She turned to look at me at laughed.

"Really Sir Lets-Take-Everything-Seriously! You can't honestly think that I've been dreaming about this guy for all these years!" she laughed.

"Not funny!" I retorted, smiling broadly. This made her laugh even more. Gods I loved it when that woman smiled! I couldn't stand this any longer. I stepped forward and wound my arms around her waist. She had eventually stopped laughing but a smile still adorned her face.

"What's the big idea huh?" she asked. "Is this forest not big enough for you?" I had to smile at that comment.

"It just so happens that it's not. Well, more specifically, this god-forsaken rock!" She laughed, I smiled, and it seemed as if we were the only two people on said rock.

"Now really good Sir, I must ask why you have decided to invade my private space!" she said, her smile still in place.

"I think we both know why," I whispered suggestively, my face nearing hers. She looked expectant but, instead of giving her what she wanted, what we both wanted, I decided to tease her. Instead of kissing her correctly, I kissed her nose. Then her chin, followed by her cheeks, and then just barely brushed my lips against hers.

"Lancelot," she whispered. I smiled and with out any further ado I placed my lips on hers for a passionate kiss. I moved my hands up and down her back making her groan. I pulled back so that our foreheads were touching.

"It's been too long love," I whispered.

"What are you talking about! It's only been a few days!" she exclaimed.

"Exactly. I have needs that need to be attended to at all times, I stated matter-of-factly as she rolled her eyes. "Really," I said, smiling. I then reached down into my pocket, and pulled out a gold wrought ring.

"Lancelot! Is this...Are you...." she stammered.

"Kamilia, Marry me. I love you more than anything in this world, " I prayed beyond all hope that she would say yes. She looked stunned. Oh gods.

"Lancelot, I, oh gods, are you sure, you, oh wow," she stuttered. I've never been so scared in my entire life. But then she smiled.

"I love you, and you know that," she started, I'm holding my breath, I'm sweating. "Yes, I'll marry you."

My dream had come true. I laughed in relief. So she did really love me? She smiled at me in return and started to walk towards me. I picked her up by her waist and swung her in a circle, both of us laughing hysterically.

As I put her back down on the ground, we kissed with extreme love and passion.

We were in love. Not your average everyday kind of love, but true, undying, honest

love. And it was never going to change.