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"Lilliian." the voice announced once more as the door opened and the man entered. The setting sun cast an orange glow over him and caused his shadow to stretch across the floor. His voice was now lower and less urgent in its demeanor. Without looking he closed the door behind him, shutting out the orange glow. Stepping farther into the room he looked to his surrounding hoping to catch sight of her.

"You told him, didnt you." she announced before he had a change to lay his eyes upon her. Her words more of a factual statement then a question. "That is how he knew, how he was able to tell the others." she stated flatly, now emotion was held in her voice. There were no tears in her eyes, nothing. Only a blank stare when he turned to face her.

"Stay where you are." she said as the knight attempted to come closer to her. The Saxon within her started to emerge as she spoke.

"You were not supposed to hear that." Lancelot answered as he stopped in his tracks.

"Really?" she scoffed at the dark haired Sarmatian. "Apparently there have been many things I was not to have overheard in the time I have been in your company." She stated as her voice started to rise with frustration, and even anger, filling her words. Her eyes stared deep into his. "What happened to me was not for him to share. Or you. It was to be my choice to tell the others!" she shouted at him rising from where she sat.

"I told him because I needed someone to confide in. Someone to talk about this with." Lancelot answered trying to reason with her.

"But you couldnt talk to me." She shot back, if not for the music outside she was sure they could have been heard.

"Your one to talk. You couldnt talk to me before you decided to tell Dagonet!" He yelled back at her catching her by suprise. Bringing a hand up he ran his finger through his hair in frustration.

"Atleast Dagonet kept his mouth shut on the subject." She replied bitterly. "He didnt push me away! Atleast he accepted it!" she shouted back at the man before her. She saw that her words hit him hard because for a brief moment he broke their stare. Suddenly she feld a surge of guilt at wanting to hurt the man before her. Biting her tongue she fought the urge to shout at him further. Breathing deeply she tried to calm her emotions and dull the rage within her. Thinking long and hard she thought on what else she should say and how she should say it.

"I have heard many things since I joined your party Lancelot, many things. Things that some couldnt possibly believe if they were to be in my shoes." she spoke softly, her tone compassionate as she spoke to the dark haired knight. Although his eyes did not meet hers she knew he could hear her, she knew he was listening. Shouting would get them no where, but perhaps talking would. "With time I had come to accept them all. I accepted all that I was told about the life I had with all of you here at this wall. Even though it pained me to see the look in all of you eyes when you would see me I stayed and I tried to understand it all." Her words caused him to bring his eyes to hers as she spoke. "I accepted it all and I have tried to understand it Lancelot. Why cant you accept what I told you?"

"This isnt like what we have told you." Lancelot stated, anger still hung slightly in his voice. Turning the dark knight sat down upon the nearby table, the burden in his eyes and in his heart seemed to grow even heavier as she had spoken. His eyes falling to the floor between them. "What do you want me to do? What should I do?" he asked gravely.

"Accept what I told you. Accept me as I am now and..." her voice cracked as she started to speak. "love me" she finished whispering.

Looking up at the sound of those words he met her gaze and he saw the sadness in her blue eyes. The look in his eyes caused her to drop her head, awaiting for his response. Feeling as helpless as she had felt so many times within Saxon hands. Pulling himself upright slowly his made his way to the sullen woman. His eyes looking her up and down. In the heat of the moment he had not noticed the ensemble she now wore. Instantly visions filled his head of the day he had gotten it for her. The smile on her face as she opened her gift and saw the blue dress inside. He had taken Vanora along to help him choose it out. Time with the Saxons had taken its toll for, the dress that once fit her perfectly, was now a bit too big for her now smaller frame.

'You cannot change the past...You can change the future. Accept it Lancelot.' Arthurs words echoed in his ears. He watched her shuffle slightly where she stood, the tension of waiting for him to answer was getting to her.

Reaching out he stroked the soft skin of her cheek, gently lifting her head up so she might look into his eyes. Although he held her chin up high her eyes followed only after a moments hesitation.

After a moment he sighed and started to speak. "You are right." he finally spoke up, his voice no softer and no longer bore the anger it had been laced with before. "You..." he stopped looking deeply into her eyes. "I love you, do not doubt that. Nothing you could ever tell me would change that. I would never hurt you like that Lillian. Nor will I ever let anyone hurt you like that again. I swear it." he added earnestly. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he saw a small smile light up her eyes. For what seemed like an eternity the two remained silent. The only thing breaking the silence between them was the soft melody from the outside.

"May I have this dance?" Lancelot asked as the music drifted around them. The gap between them started to grow smaller and smaller as he wrapped his arms around her waist and clasped her hand the two began to move. Her blue eyes not leaving his, she followed his lead for a time as he lead them dancing across the wooden floor.

Dropping he gaze for only a moment her eyes locked onto the necklace that hung around his neck. With the hand that lay on his shoulder she picked it up and traced the emblem that lay engraved in its surface.

"Silly superstitions." she laughed softly to herself.

"What did you say?" Lancelot asked taken back by the words she spoke. She saw the hope in his eyes, hope that perhaps, just perhaps she remembered something.

"Nothin really. Just something I thought I saw today. It was nothing." she answered letting the neacklace fall back down upon his chest.

"Do you think the others will look at me differently now that they know?" Lillian asked quietly. Dreading what the answer may be.

"Arthur may still be talking to them. Vanora showed up after you left, she told us what you two over heard and that is how I knew you were there. I will not lie to you, some are still in disbelief at the news. Some may act a little awkward for a short time as I did but things should turn out fine the end." He answered trying to calm the situation.

"Lancelot?" she asked after a moments pause.

"Yes?" he asked bringing his eyes to hers.

Staring up into his dark brown eyes she froze. "Nothing." she answered. Placing her head softly on his strong shoulder he held her tighter to him, slowing their pace. Holding her closly she closed her eyes and, feeling safe in his arms once more, she smiled.

'I love you Lancelot.' she thought to herself hoping that one day she could find the courage to tell him openly.