Chapter 9:
"..." talking
'...' thoughts
italics memorries
The next morning Isabella rode infront of Lancelot on his black steed, her head resting on his shoulder watching the snow fall from the heavens.
"Do you miss Sarmatian?" Isabella asked playing with her hair.
"I don't rember much of what it was like but I missed my family, and most of you." he nuzzled her neck and she giggled rubing her cheek against his face. They both heard laughing comeing from Galahad and Gawain. Lancelot glared at them and Isabella laughed and shook her head.
"Don't mind them Lancelot." she placed her hand over his and he instanly calmed down. All the knights were very impressed by this, very few people could calm him down so easly. Nero walked up toward Lancelots horse and smirked evile at Isabella. Lancelot could feel her stifin up and clutch at his hand, he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and lean her body more into himself.
"What's wrong?" he wispeared in her ear. Tears fell from her eyes, which made Lancelot worry more about her. "Bella, what's wrong, tell me, please." she pointed at Nero who had walked alittle furthur ahead of them. Lancelot looked ahead and saw a Roman man walking by the wagon that had Marius and his family in it. "Who is he?" he asked speaking in a low town. Isabella breathed in a breath and le let it out threw her nose.
"His name is Nero, he's the comander of Marius guads." tears started to fall down her face, Lancelot brushed them away with his finger and looked sadly at her. "He raped me." she said in a low voice that even Lancelot could barly hear. He went grab his swoards from his back but Isabella grabed both of his hands is hers. "You can't do anything to him, if you kill him thers worse they can do to you then kill you, you may never be abel to leave." his face softened a bit and he wrapped his arms back around her small waist and rested his chin ontop of her head.
' I may not beabel to kill him knwo but I won't be in service to Rome for ever.' he though with a smirk on his face.'
Authors Note--- just so you don't get cunfused, the rest of this chapter is going to take place after Guinever killed Mariu, and after the battel on the ice, Dagonet lives yay anyway on with the story.
The knights,Guinever, and Isabella came rideing into Hadrian's wall not far from everybody eles. Lancelot dismounted and helped Isabella off. Lancelot riped his discharge papers from the small box it was in and took Isabella to her room. Germanius stared at her but said nothing, the rest of the knights proceded to grab there papers and stare angerly at him. Tristan examind the box before takeing it and leaveing.
Lancelot took her to a room next to his and unlocked it. He moved aside and let her walk in, she stared in away at the room, it had a large bed and a window on the oposit side of the wall, there was a desk, and large sofa, a closet and full lengh mirror, and all the funiture was made of a dark oak.
"I wasen't sure if um you would want your own room or um." he didn't want her to think that she would have to share his bed with him, he wanted to make her fell as confortabel as posabel.
"No, no, this is fine, thank you. they had never discussed how far they wanted to go in there relationship and she gussed that he felt as nervious as she was. He walked over to her and place a sweet soft kiss on her lips,
"I have to go see Arthru, will you be here when I come back?" she nodded and he kissed her again before he left. She sighed and fell on her bed with a smile on her face befor she closed her eyes.
