A/N: Well, today you get a special double issue of the GC. It's 1000 words instead of the normal 500. A lot of dialogue, and you get to learn more about Bromwell-the-stalker.

I decided that Gally (Galahad-the-younger) would call his mom Mum since it is in England but I may change it to Mama or just Mom later on. Not sure or not.

I'm going to do reader responces after my next update. Thanks to all who have reviewed so far. I do appricate your continued reading of this fic. I have to say it keeps me motivated to write more. Your keeping the other bunnies at bay, another thing I am greatful for.

Confrontation

To say Elaine was confused was understatement. Lancelot was kissing her. Not an ordinary "Good to see you" type kiss either. The last time she had been kissed like this was near the hot springs by Lancelot eight years before.

There was a part of her that said that was pretty pathetic that she hadn't been good and kissed since one night she had too much ale and gave into temptation with a visiting Knight. It was also pathetic that she was quite enjoying this when she by any means should be furious that he had decided to kiss her when she was supposed to be considering engagement to another man.

Granted, it didn't say much about her now did it.

So she did the only thing her confused mind could think of and pushed him away and walked very quickly away from where Lancelot was still standing to her personal spot beside some rocks above the lake. She needed time to think.

And think she did. To be honest, she had been "settling" for Bromwell. He was perfectly alright despite the objections heard from both Lancelot, Guinevere and Galahad (the Knight, not her son who didn't know). He just wasn't Mr. Perfect for her. She doubted she was going to find him there.

But then again, she was thrown for a twist with this latest event with Lancelot. She obviously still felt attracted to the man, but did she have any feelings for him romantically. She groaned to herself as she realized she did, ever since Isolde had made her think about it she had.

"Mum, your not throwing things are you?" Elaine looked up to see Galahad standing nearby with half a smile.

"What makes you think I was going to throw things?"

"You always do when you fight with Dad."

"Who said I fought with your father?"

"No one. I just know how you both react. Dad is currently drinking considerable amounts of wine, at least according to Uncle Galahad, and that usually means he has either come home from a mission where he had to kill or you two had a fight."

"We didn't fight. Not really. We just disagreed on my possible engagement to Bromwell." It was as good of a time as any for her to see her son's reaction to his could-be stepfather.

"Mom, you can't!" She raised an eyebrow.

"And why not."

"Several reasons, but the most important one is your supposed to marry Dad."

"Oh, honey I don't think things always work out that way."

"But you love each other. I know it. You two have that same eye-communication thing Aunt Ginny and Uncle Arthur have. Galahad and Tristan agree with me. And you can't marry someone you don't love."

"But Honey, don't you want siblings?"

"Sure, I do. You can have them with Dad." He stated. "Brom-Stalker can't have kids anyway. Not sure why not, but he told Tristan that he couldn't. Said he would be glad to get rid of me."

"What? Who told you this?"

"No one. I was helping Tristan in the stables and was up in the lofts getting something when he came in. I didn't mean to listen in, Mum, honest I wasn't." Galahad walked up to his mom and sat down on the rock beside him. "I don't…I don't think he is a nice man, Mum. Not like the Knights anyway. None of them like him. Uncle Bors calls him stuff he says I'm not allowed to repeat."

Elaine could just hear what Bors would have called Bromwell. If what Galahad said was true, he wasn't going to be the only one calling Bromwell those things. Elaine was going to call him that and more. No one pushed her son to the side.

"Honey, why don't you go and see if you can distract your father for a bit. I need to talk to a few people.

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Elaine found Bromwell sitting in the Tavern, drinking with his arms around two bountiful brunettes. She walked to the table and stood in front of it, staring down at him till the two barmaids left and they were alone in that section of the tavern. She knew that they were being watched though by both Tristan and Galahad. Most likely Gawain and Bors as well.

"Bromwell, have you at any time mentioned that you would be rid of my son once we were married?"

"Of, course." She was disgusted. The man wasn't even going to deny it, too into his own importance. "Why would I raise another man's son?"

"Perhaps because that was the only way you would keep the mother as your wife."

"When I am your husband, you will have no choice in the manner. As your husband it is my choice that matters, not yours. You are simply a wife. I shall be a King." Suddenly it became clear to her. He was half drunk, allowing him to be honest. He had played a charade, with her as a fool. The man was defiantly of roman thought if not Roman himself.

"You're a Pig." She was furious. "Forgot about ever becoming a Fisher King because even if there was a chance of you gaining the title by marriage, that option is no longer open to you," She took a deep breath, willing herself not to throw the table on him now. "Besides, my brother is now King. I no longer hold the kingdom."

"You shall be my wife. I have your brother's permission and his word is more important to yours, woman." Elaine's eyes flashed but before she could say anything, a voice came from behind her.

"She is under my protection and I have under good notice that it is to be her decision as to who she shall marry," Arthur said from his spot nearby. "She has the same right to choice as you do Bromwell. If you believe otherwise, you may leave, for you are certainly no longer welcome here."