Disclaimer remains and will never go away only because I will never in my life own King Arthur. But I will dare to dream. Oh and what a wonderful dream it is… Lancey and Tris…. ME-OW!

A/N: Viola, Gawain's interlude. I thought about it and our lion knight should have something to say… well they'll all have something to say but this is my world and I say it's Gawain's turn.

Gawain's Thoughts
Ah, the little bird, I doubt there has ever been a stranger lass than this one. I do not believe she knows what she does. Aye, she is beautiful, that is true, but there is so much more that she does not realize. My brothers-in-arms have been felled under her charms, I'll admit to that once, but was more a friend or sister beyond anything. I watch Galahad follow her like a lost pup and she just acts as normal as always… indifferently caring. If she were a Sarmatian woman, I think I might have wanted her for my bride. In another life perhaps, not this one. I know she is not for me, though I love her it is a love I would share with my brothers-in-arms. I have seen her fight, she saved my life on the battlefield the day we were to receive our freedom. I had hoped she would be the one Galahad would find happiness on this bleak island with. I suppose I was wrong.

She has dark secrets, but she still keeps light-hearted and kind. The lass really is confusing, but in her all I can seek is companionship, camaraderie and naught more.

Once I saw her but a strange, yet gentlewoman to blush at our jokes and suggestions, I was shocked to say the least that she was not so. As I said before, she has more power than she realizes and I can only be pleased that she does not realize it.

As my brothers-in-arms have watched her, I have done so too. At first I was not sure to trust her, oh aye, she saved my life, but she could have had bad aim (now I know she does not).

"Hey Gawain, why do you keep your hair so long, wouldn't it be easier to manage short?" She asked me, her hazel eyes shining. The woman was leaning over the table with the innocence of a child as she tried to snatch the apple from Tristan's hand.

"Nay lass, in my tribe long hair is the sign of a man's …" I struggled for the right word.

"Virility? Um… manliness?" She supplied with a grin before falling into Galahad's lap when Tristan snatched his apple away. The hazel-eye lass pouted at the scout not seeing Galahad's creeping blush.

"I suppose. Lass, a man's hair is his pride." I threw the dagger into the wood post.

"Okay… so what does that say 'bout Bors and Dagonet?" The three of us looked over at Bors and Dagonet with Bors' youngest before we burst out laughing. It was times like that I remember most fondly. She never did get a bit of that apple.

When I pulled her from that hell hole, I could not believe that one so strong was transformed in so short a time. I was ready to run all those Romans through for what they have done to her, but I know she would avenge herself when she deems time. I would not be surprised if she uses the same quick brutality of the scout, they are related so it would make sense.
"Gawain? Are you decent?" I heard her voice filter through the door of my room the night the Saxon had come upon us. I was packing my belongings for the journey back to Sarmatia, where my beautiful Sarmatian bride was sure to be.

"Aye, lass. Come in." I had long since become used to her strange words, from the day she revealed her secret life. Opening the door, she stood there dressed in that green gown that suited her so well.

"Hi, I take it you're all ready to go? Heading home to find your beautiful Sarmatian woman despite what Bors says about them?" She smiled at me as I let her in my room. Gods above that smile would melt a stronger man!

"Aye. Are you ready to go as well?" But one look into those hazel depths told me all I needed to know. "You are not coming with us, huh? I thought as much."

"Sorry, no." She replied slowly while tugging the black thing around her neck. "I wanted to stop by and give you this, it's called a neck choker in my time. I doubt you could wear it around your neck, but I wanted to leave you something to remember me by." Gently I took the 'neck choker' as if it were a precious jewel before sweeping the girl into my arms for a tight embrace.

"Air!" she gasped and promptly I let her go to see her jest. Her smile on that glowing face will forever be in my memory. My Sarmatian woman, will be much like her, I think.

I know not what will happen on the morrow. But I wish her the best.

I can't watch you stand there proud, but this is what is promised me. I hate myself for leaving you… Roxie.

Gods be with you lass.

A/N: Ahhh the long awaited something for Blood Heritage. I'm sorry for taking so fricking long. I didn't know what to write. It was hard! I hope you all enjoyed it. Reviews would be appreciated. Thanks for keeping up with this.