Author: Hey everyone! I am back and ready to write! Anyway I got a few reviews and I wanted to say thank you to KnightMaiden, Beautiful Enigma, and plzkthx101 for the help!

Beautiful Enigma: You actually find out how old everyone is in this chapter I believe, if not it will be the next one.

plzkthx101: thank you for your warning about cliché female warriors and I am trying my very best to make sure it DOES NOT turn out that way, but I confess it is kind of hard.

KnightMaiden: thank you so much for the reviews!

Disclaimer: As much as I would LOVE to own Tristan and his sexy… :cough: lol, I don't. Nor do I own any other Knights. However, the characters that are not in the movie I do own, and were all created inside my tiny Tristan filled mind!

Ainia waited anxiously outside the wooden doors of the Roundtable. The great stories that were told to her in her childhood came back to her as she paced like a caged animal. Turning sharply on her leather booted heel, her sister stared at her amusedly.

There was a quiet shuffle and the sound of chairs screeching against smooth wood that signified the end of the Knights meeting. Ainia stopped, looking at the door almost menacingly.

The doors opened and Arthur stood in the doorway, a look of understanding covering his features. "Ladies Ainia and Antrande…please follow me."

Walking through the door way Ainia felt herself hold back a gasp of surprise at the large beautifully decorated room. Small hints of Roman influence could be recognized on the walls but it made little difference when one looked upon the wood table of so many legends. What was at one point in time a full table was now for the most part vacant, seven knights stood in front of their chairs. A glass of what could be assumed to be wine in their hands and a suspicious almost confused look upon their faces, that is all accept for the damned scout whose face, as usual was a blank mask, devoid of any and all emotion.

Out of the corner of her eye Ainia saw a curly haired knight wink at Antrande, finding this amusing she smirked at her sister and raised her eyebrow, silently challenging her to confront the dark eyed flirt.

Antrande smirked back, nodding only slightly. Taking their seats Ainia stood between the oldest of the knights whom she had seen earlier surrounded by at least 10 children and the commander eyeing them wearily she cleared her throat. Her small frame seemed to be swallowed up by the fat mans, her hand tightened on her daggers hilt with each movement of his large arms.

Ainia watched as Antrande took her seat to the right of Arthur and looked to the flirting knight. Her black eyes staring with fake desire as she winked back at the attractive knight. There game of seduction was cut short however by Arthur, "Knights, brothers in arms, Lady Ainia and Lady Antrande have been sent here, as we all know, to negotiate terms of an alliance. It is my curiosity that makes me this bold and abrupt," turning to Ainia he paused, his eyes looking into her amethyst depths, Ainia couldn't help but yawn, this man Arthur was exceedingly boring in his words. "It will take more than a treaty for me to accept this new found wish for allegiance."

"What will it take?" Ainia asked with curt impatience.

Arthur paused for a moment, seeming to roll his words around with his tongue. "Marriage, my lady it will require marriage of one of my knights, to one of your warriors."

There was a brief lapse in time where everyone watched Ainia, their eyes never blinking and never moving. Tristan, who had seen this proposition coming for a long time found no need to join in on the argument that was to begin shortly.

As he leaned forward, his arms resting on the table he felt a pair of eyes watching his movements. From behind his braids he glanced up, finding no one looking at him he began to speak directing his question towards Ainia, "Who will you chose to sacrifice their oath?"

Ainia who had been silent during the argument looked towards him, a grave look on her face. Her sister Antrande looked to her with what could have been mistaken for a scared look but was only one of concern. "Ainia, you do not have to choose we will go to the council-"

"I will do it."