To clear up some confusion, Isabella came into the battle after the knights did, but Lancelot didn't know that she was there till she called his name. Ok, hope that clears up andy confusion, and rember R&R!

Chapter 11:

Isabella sat at the end of the bed watching Lancelots steady breathing, the arow had came very close to his lung but missed, he would be fine after a couple of days of bed rest. She brought her hand out to move his hair from his eyes, he began to move around and slowly opened his eyes. He grabed her hand and kissed the back.

"I thought I lost you." she picked up his hand and kissed the back. She brought a glass of water to his partched lips, which he gladly took.

"How long have I been out for?"

"Three days, Tristan was injured but he'll surive, Arthur and Guinevere are going to be married in a few weeks, and Arthur is going to become king Arthur of Britan." Lancelot brought his hand up in mock hurt.

"Why am I always the last to know?" she laughed and lightly hit him on the hand. "Hey, don't hurt an injured person." Lancelot started to get out of bed but Isabella stoped him by grabing his arm.

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing? get back in bed."

"Come on Bella, iv'e been in here for the past three days, I need to get out." he gave her his best puppy dog face. She sighed before leting him get out of bed.

"I need to chang you bandge first." she unrapped his bandges, cleaned it, then rewrapped it. "There, try not to move a lot, you may open the stiches againg. So where do you want to go?" she asked helping him into a shirt. Before he had a chance to answer Arthur came into the room.

"Lancelot your awake, it's good to see you." he patted the man on the back, carful not to him his bad shoulder. "You know, Isabella never left your room." she could feel her cheeks begin to flush and lowered her head so they couldn't see. Arthur nodded his head and left the room. Lancelot lifted her chin with his finger to stare into her eyes.

"Thank you." he lowered his head and caught her lips in a sweet kiss. "I love you." he trailed a line of kisses down her neck and collarbone.

"And I you." he brought his lips back to hers, but was stoped in the prosses by the bedroom door opening. Isabella hid her face in the crook of his neck and shoulde at the sound of all the knights snickering.

"We didn't mean to interrupt anything." Bors could barely finish his sentance before he broke out into fits of laughter.

"Don't make me get my sword." they all laught harder at that because they new that he wasen't well enough to fight any of them.

"Ok ok." Isabella rushed them all out. "He needs his rest." she was about to shut the door on them when Gawain stuck his head back in.

"Yea i'm sure, 'rest' like only you can give him right." Isabella pushed his face out of the door way begore shuting the door. They both laugh and Lancelot brought her body close to hers and rested his chin ontop of her head.

"Lancelot?"

"Hmmm"

"Do you really want to leave?" she asked stareing into his eyes. He took a deep breath before answering.

"I promised you that I would take you back to make you my wife, and that's what i'm going to do. He sat down of a chair and brought Isabella down to sit on his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder and played with the collar of his tunic.

"Forget the promises you made to me, what do you want?" she aked lifting her head to look into his eyes.He was stareing at the fire, he seemed almost memerized by it. "Lancelot you grew up with these men for the last fifeteen years, you lived in Britin for the last fifeteen years, can you really go back to Sarmatian, to the family that may or may not still be there, I haven't been then for almost five years, i'm not sure if I still consider it my home, my home will be wherever you are." he looked down into her eyes, for the first time sience the found eachother she had that sparkle in her eyes, she was his Bella.

"I love you" she smiled before kissing him.

"And I you."

One month later Lancelot and Isabella were married at stonehenge with all the knighs, Arthur and a newly pregnat Guinevere.

"You may kiss your lady." Merlin said. Isabella smiled up to her new husband before kissing him. She threw her flowers up in the air and Vanora cought them.

"Looks like i'm going to have to marry your mother." Bors said to the baby in his arms.

"Who said i'd marry you?" Vanora asked as she took her baby and held him on her hip.

"I told you I would never brake a promises to you." Lancelot wispered in her ear.

"I love you."

"And I you."

Wasen't sure if they did the whole flower thing back then, but it's my story, lol. Please R&R!