Since this is re-written the only review i recieved for my last chapter is here and i shall reply:
Twilight Falcon: i was in a little fender bender. this guy cut in front of the girl in front of me and then hit is breacks. i'm fine and my car is fine although every now and then my wrist feels really sore. thank you so much for reviewing and being faithful to this story. i hope you still like it.
Well to start of I wish to thank the 5 reviewers of my first story:
TonyBA: no I wasn't thinking of anyone in particular just tried to imagine if I was bonking one of the knights and he had to die how much anguish would I feel.
Twilight Falcon: no prob, I think your story is really cool. Thank you for your review.
Calliann: It truly is an honor that you reviewed my first story and even faved it, especially since I mostly read your and tracys stories...my goddess can you two inspire... as for the free part I think it's the one thing humanity has strived for since the cave man learned how to walk upright...
LancelotTristanBaby: thank you for your review...I actually had to go back a read it when you said it was sweet to see that yes you are right it does have a touching moment.
JediPirateElfyDude: awww don't cry here have a tissue.
Disclaimer: I don't own King Arthur or the respected actors and film makers...if I did I would be on my own private island living out my dreams...sigh
Summary: I figured I review for everyone else great stories I might as well put a few out there of my own...Delia has chosen her own path in life unfortunately her father has other ideas can she find solace among knights. Takes place after badon hill none of the knights are dead Delia is welsh for dark
I decided to rewrite this whole story. I wasn't happy with the progress and how I was writing things. So I have gone back and added and rewritten all that I have found wrong...please tell me if you like it or not.
The rain was only a mist, but the wind was cold and tore at the cloaks of those riding towards the gate. The guards above only allowing entrance when the leader of the caravan announced that he was from Lord Fabius. There were eight people huddled close in cloaks being followed by a ninth person driving a heavy cart. Three could be identified as roman men in worn armor and red cloaks. The three in the middle wore dark cloaks and hoods, and one could only tell that they were women by the fashion of the belts and the way they rode their horses. The other two men wore strange patterned wool clothes with animal furs lining their cloaks. The figures were lead into a sparsely decorated room except for a round table.
'The round table, here before my very eyes. Everything that I have longed for is symbolized in that table. And I must see it on one of the worst weeks of my short life.' The figure with the burgundy cloak thought bitterly.
But before anyone could sit and relax a noble looking squire walked in the room and announced the arrival of the host and his men. "King Arthur, his queen, and his knights," Jols said before stepping to the side to allow passage for his friends.
The knights took their places at the table surrounding Arthur and Guinevere, who looked on at their guests with mild curiosity. Each knight's face different forms of amusement or in the case of the scout passiveness. It wasn't until one of the wild men came forward and bowed that the restless and nervous energy in the room seemed to pass.
"My name great king, is Aidan, and I come from Lord Fabius to bring his daughter to meet her... betrothed at your great celebration this week. When Fabius learned you were to have a festival with all the lords who swore fealty to you he thought it the perfect opportunity to show his allegiance to a united Britain and to...marry his daughter Delia at the end of the festivities. I hope that Lord Mark is here?"
Arthur studied the tall man while he spoke his clearly practiced speech. Aidan was no more than in his early twenties and already battle scarred. His brown hair was closely shaved on the sides but left to grow long on the top, and braided to keep in place. His dark eyes occasionally sent worried glance towards the middle female figure in her dark burgundy cloak but his face showed no emotion.
"Yes Mark is here, and we are glad to welcome you here and are glad that you made it safe to our home." No one who did not travel with these strangers failed to notice the burgundy clad figures shoulder slump in a sign of defeat at the news of the lords whereabouts. "But," Arthur continued, "I should like to see the faces of our guests and have their names before you may be lead to warm beds and a good nights rest." "Of course my lord," Aidan replied bowing.
The navy hood lined with gray fur fell from the head of a tall woman with long blonde hair braided till it fell past her back. Her bright blue eyes scanned the room, while she politely bowed her head. "My name is Freya, my King, I am Delia's nurse and lady in waiting." 'And if you think that just because you need this alliance I will allow her to marry the pig-headed, flea infested, sexual deviant your dead wrong.'
The figure to the right of the supposed lady also dropped her hood of emerald green to reveal long black hair and deep green eyes. Her hair, like Freya's was braided but split into two braids down the side of her head ending mid chest. "Aldara your highness," and with a little hesitation, "I am also one of her ladies in waiting." 'The knights of the round table. The knights my father regalled stories of to me. And this is the room were our fates be sealed, goddess help us.
Arthur and the rest of the knights watched in anticipation as the burgundy hood was finally lowered. While the maidens were beautiful and had caught a few of the knights eyes everyone was shocked by the Lady Delia. Her long hair was a deep and dark red almost purple. Her eyes changed from gray to green with the fire light. Her pale skin glowed like the moon. But her beauty was hidden when her head dropped with a sad and forlorn look on her hidden face. She only bowed her head which was covered with an intricate circlet, never once did she speak. This caught Tristan attention, as well as the other knights, although he didn't show it.
'Please for all the pain I have suffered, please don't make me go through this. Not when I was about to be free from my father and his ways.'
"Lady Delia welcome to our castle and fort. I hope that you and your guests enjoy your stay and many blessings on you wedding. Please rest well tonight and may hap we may speak in the morning?" she only nodded to Arthur's words and followed the servants to her quarters, leaving many questions in her wake.
"I have heard of these rich lords daughters and the doom they feel at marriage but I never would have thought it to be that bad." Gawain spoke before sipping from his wine goblet. "You have never seen Mark, Gawain. He is rather un-pleasant, I believe would be a good description." Guinevere spoke while walking to the door.
Arthur sat back in his chair pondering the many questions he had of this girl. But he had heard his wife loud and clear. "Mark may not be the most pleasant in company but he is a strong ally against the Saxons and is willing to follow my leadership even though Rome promised him a kingdom." Guinevere only seemed to ponder this for a moment, shook her head and left.
"I say we all go down to the tavern and drink till we cant piss straight." remarked Bors. "Yes why don't we. You have only done that every night since we first got to this island," replied Lancelot as the knights and King left the room laughing.