Sorry all. Been really busy with school and all. Ignore the various gramatic mistakes in this chapter. I'm really loose about my writing.

Everyone ate their full and the tables were cleared and pushed to the corners of the room. Various musicians entered the roon with their insturments and began to play. Gawain was the first to ask Annabla to dance. He led her to the floor and bowed, she curtsied and they danced among the many couples on the floor. Arthur took Guinevere's hand and led her to an open spot. The song ended and Gawain led Annabla to her chair. Many men asked Annabla to dance and she danced with most of them. Only turning a few down when she was tired. Annabla was introduced to Bors's lady. The woman's name was Vanora and she was extremly kind. Vanora told Annabla of her now twelve children. Annabla smiled and nodded. Twelve children? That is insane! thought Annabla. Lancelot came over and wispered something into Vanora's ear. She smacked him and hollered for Bors to come join her. Bors punched Lancelot playfully and said:

"None of my children look like you mate."

"Just wait until they grow," said Lancelot back. With another punch, Lancelot stood and sat farther down the table by himself.

"Sir Lancelot is with your lady as well?" Annabla asked confused.

"No dear," said Bors's lady. "It is merley a joke. I'd never do that to my Bors."

"Lancelot is quite the ladies man," said Bors. "Women seem to flock to him for his good looks and his mysterious personality."

"I see," said Annabla.

"You be carefull around him darling," said Vanora.

"Oh I will." Annabla excused herself and walked over to Lancelot.

"You fool around with Vanora?" she asked with disgust.

"I do not. You do not know the full story. It is a joke," Lancelot said while watching the crowd. His eyes were fixated on Guinevere. Annabla sat down next to Lancelot.

"That is what I am told. But by your personality, I have no doubt that you fool around with other men's ladies."

"Perhaps," Lancelot said with a grin. Lancelot broke from his trance and looked at Annabla. She was looking at him as well. Lancelot stood and offered his hand. "Milady, would you like to dance?" Annabla felt less fatigue then she had felt before and could not think of a reason to say no. She stood and took Lancelot's hand. The dance was bridge. Lancelot and Annabla formed an arch next to the others and people danced beneath the arches until the end. When it was Annabla's and Lancelot's turn he took her left hand and put it upon his shoulder. He entwined his fingers with her right hand and placed his left hand upon her waist.

"What are we doing?" Annabla asked.

"Dancing." Lancelot said as he twirled her into the arches. The couple twirled until the end. Annabla could see that Lancelot was acctually smiling. Lancelot and Annabla formed an arch once again as couples ran beneath them. Guinevere and Arthur passed them and as they did, Guinevere wispered to Annabla:

"You made him simile."

Annabla considred this and looked to Lancelot. He was indeed smiling and talking to Bors who was standing next to him forming an arch with his lady. It was Annabla and Lancelot's turn once again and the couple twirled to the end. Lancelot grunted and winced and sat down abruptly.

"Too much dancing Sir Lancelot. I'm sorry I have caused you pain from your wounds."

"'Tis nothing." Lancelot said while clutching his side.

"No, it is something." Annabla said. Lancelot lifted his hand from his side and there was fresh blood on his fingers. "One of your cuts has opened. You must return to your chamber at once and clean it."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. I'll take you there." Annabla helped Lancelot to his feet and put his arm around her shoulders. She placed her hands on his waist and they left the grand hall. The two slowly made it to Lancelot's quarters with his directions. Annabla was still lost in the castle. Annabla also noticed that his quarters were a mere two doors away from hers. "I'll take you inside and I'll get some hot water." Annabla took Lancelot to his bed and went to her chamber. She found Cecil making her bed and asked her to bring her some hot water and rags to Lancelot's room. Cecil nodded and Annabla returned to Lancelot's room. Lancelot was sitting up in his bed groaning. "I have sent for rags and hot water to clean the wound. We will then bound your side."

"Really, I'm fine. This is just a scrape." Lancelot said tiringly. Annabla sat next to Lancelot and looked into his eyes.

"Take off your shirt. I need to see the wound." Lancelot took off his armor slowly, wincing when raising his arms. Noticing his pain, Annabla reached to Lancelot's pants and untucked his shirt. Her hands went up the sides of his chest slowly as she took off his shirt. As she pulled the shirt over his head, she gazed at his toned chest. Gulping, she pulled his shirt completley off as Cecil entered the room.

"The hot water, rags, and bandages you asked for miss." Cecil said. Cecil took one long look at Lancelot, left the room, and closed the door behind her.

Annabla kneeled on the floor and dipped the rags into the water. She then began to wipe Lancelot's wounds.

"You are quite the ladies man Sir Lancelot," she said while dipping the rags into the water once again. The water was now a redish color. Filled with Lancelot's blood.

"Why would you say that?" Lancelot said, wincing as Annabla dabbed at the cut along his side.

"Did you see how Cecil was looking at you? Pure lust."

"I wouldnt say that." Lancelot said. A long silence took place then Annabla blurted out:

"I am sorry. I am the cause of your pain. The dancing- you must have opened this cut."

"I care not." Lancelot said.

"I feel terrible."

"Don't," said Lancelot. "For I do not regret asking you to dance." Lancelot said this in truth. He looked to Annabla as she bounded his cut. Annabla rose to place the bucket and rags outside of Lancelot's door. Lancelot rose and Annabla came back into the room.

"The dinner should be over by now," she said. "I should return to my quarters."

"Thankyou," Lancelot said. He took two steps towards Annabla. She was a mere inch away from him. She looked to his eyes.

"I...really should...be going..." wispered Annabla. She could feel his breath on her mouth. Lancelot desperatly wanted to kiss her. Lancelot's right hand cupped Annabla's chin and as he slowly lifted her face to meet his, Annabla pushed him away. "I have to go. Goodnight Sir Lancelot," she said hurridly. She rushed out the door and ran into her own chamber. I musn't get involved. Especially with him. Annabla undressed herself and crawled into bed.