Ok, Onwards with chapter 11. Sorry its been forever before I've updated I'm off school now…and I'm having the dreaded writers block. (But do not fret, All is still well) I hadn't actually read my story from start to finish before, and I still haven't- BUT I read from chapter 5 to half way through chapter 11, and its getting better. What do you think?

Ps. Sorry about all the mistakes in the last chapter, I was in such a hurry to post it I didn't have time to check it. Can someone please tell me if Dom is in the King's Own or Third Company? Or both even?

Disclaimer is as always, mainly consisting of me glaring at Tamora with envious eyes. Thanks to Animalwriter1 for ideas, if I don't use them in this chapter, I might later on.

On top of cloud 9- Live or die? At the moment she's alive, so fingers crossed!

Piglet12345- Two years doesn't make that much of a difference I suppose and/or hope, sorry about the shortness and I apologise in advance for the shortness of this one :P

Zerrin of the wind- I'm glad you love it! Suspenseful is what I'm aiming for, so thanks!

AnimalWriter1- A new name would be great, for a bad guy of course. ( Bad Woman actually) So any ideas that cross your mind, just throw them my way. "Don't add too much description, or you'll forget what your describing' True, and very valuable advice, I Thank thee for that, and for being so supportive of my story through the good chapters and the bad.

Kings Lioness- I totally understand, in many a fanfic my favourite characters die, well I love them all so it's bound to happen some time…

Chapter Ten: Interrogations and Punishments

Recap: "I want you to know though, that whatever happens in there, you are a great healer, and that'll you'll try your hardest. George, your wife couldn't be in more trustworthy hands." And with that He ran off in the direction of the cells.

(Dom POV)

What cell did they say she was in? 1? No, that was empty- unusual thoughfor this time of year. Normally there were quite a few commoners in here for being disorderly, only kept overnight though of course, not many people spent more time than that here- not many would want to.

Dom could hear screams of protest from around the next corner; he had a feeling that she'd become conscious, and was none too happy about being thrown into a damp cell.

"Sergeant Domitan, I'm ashamed to admit it, but we're having a bit of trouble here with this lass. She's thrashing and kicking, biting and screaming, it's near impossible to get her in there in one piece. We've already got three men down, two nursing broken bones, and the other knocked out completely." A younger knight, who had not yet gained the full experience of being in the King's own had spoken up warily. Dom could see the potential in him, brave enough to stand up to a more experienced knight- it takes some guts.

"Impossible is what the King's Own does best. You'll learn that soon enough." He turned to the remaining few who weren't unconscious or injured; they were still battling the ferocious Kel. "You there, grab that rope and tie it round her wrists and ankles. Make sure that Kel- I mean she- can't move an inch. What are you standing there for? Midwinter? Well you won't live until then if you don't move when I say so, so get those damned ropes around her now!"

"So this is Lady Knight Keladry is it, sir? I pictured her feisty, but this is ridiculous…"

"No, its not her."

"You're certain? It looks an awful lot like the one I saw once in…"

"Yes I am. If you wish to carry on questioning the knight in command here, feel free to do so- but if you wish to keep your arm I'd greatly appreciate it if you did what you were told to. Now don't get me wrong, I'm usually first in line for a joke or prank, but this is no time to be off your guard- it could cost you a lot more than that arm of yours."

He wouldn't really cut off his arm of course, but the rumours that had spread around earlier that year of him cutting off a knight's hand due to stupidity had finally worked to his advantage- it was about time gossip was put to some use other than to ruin reputations.

Once the unruly Kel was subdued temporarily (They were only able to calm her with a little help from the passing Black robed mage, Numair), they transferred her from the dimly lit corridor into her cell for the night- but unless Dom was able to get understandable excuses for what she had done, she'd be staying in there for a lot longer than she'd want to. With one count of murder, and one of attempted murder, there's no doubt that she'd better start calling the dingy block home.

She was sat on a bench at the far end of the room, while Dom stayed behind the bars for his own safety- not that it made him feel any safer. He felt she could rear up and attack any time she wanted too, and that made him wondered why she hadn't done already. She'd probably be able to kill him before he was able to call for backup, or even draw his sword- which wasn't helping his haywire nerves.

"So, explain your actions." He tried to control his anger, but it was hard when talking about the death of one of his closest friends, Raoul. He'd been like a father to Dom, one of the few who understood that underneath his care free and jokester front, there was someone who cried out for help- Raoul was the only one who had answered.

"Explain you actions, what?"

"This isn't time to mess about. Explain them or you will be killed before next sun rise."

"Well then if that's the case manners take priority. So what did you say?"

"Please can you explain your actions." Dom replied through gritted teeth, she wasn't going to make this easy.

"Now once more with feeling."

Dom lost his cool, not that he had it to begin with. "Look, we can either do it your way and you'll be killed within hours, or my way. Let me give you a clue to the right answer just in case you are unable to understand-. My way."

"Well if you put it that way of course I'll answer your brilliant questions."

"Good."

"I was being sarcastic meathead."

"I don't care." Finally some sort of progress, well going around in circles is some sort isn't it? "So why did you do it?"

"Do what?" A grin formed on her bruised face. It sent a chill down Dom's spine.

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about."

"Elaborate for me."

"Raoul! You killed him and I want to know why!" He ran up the cold bars, tears flowing down his cheeks at the memory of his good friend. He was angry at her making a mockery of him, of Raoul, of everything knights stood for. She deserved to die- but not before he got some answers out of her.