Standard Disclaimer still applies and will always apply; King Arthur and all that is related to the legends and movie are so not mine. It'd be great though. Ah well, stuff you don't recognize, like the ideas and such, yeah that's mine. Anyways onto "Blood Heritage"

A/N: some notes -actions during speech- "speech" 'thoughts'

That last chapter was a doozy! Well here's the latest of the knights' thoughts… I thought long and hard about who to choose between Tristan and Dagonet. Well as you can see Tristan didn't win this round. Also, this was totally NOT beta-d because I just couldn't help myself, forgive me?

Dagonet's thoughts
What is it about her that would make a man lose all rationality and sense? I have not known the lass for very long, yet being around her seems to reduce me to a mute idiot. Truth be told, I'm not one to speak much unless it is necessary that I do, yet I can sometime ne'er find the words to talk to her.

I have yet to realize what captivates me so with her, it cannot be simply because she is beautiful; there are many beautiful women around this fort and back in Sarmatia that I remember. If it were only her beauty, then I would be no better than Lancelot. I shudder at the very idea.

We know she is skilled, we know a bit of her profession, and we know some of her past; but the extent and how deep it all runs is the mystery. One could say that it is the mystery of the woman that causes so deep a love.

Love, once I had found myself in love with Vanora. The beautiful red-head lover of Bors; she was supposed to be mine. My best friend and I had both fallen for her, but only he had the courage to approach her. I was shy and healing from a battle wound to my head when Bors told me that he had her in his bed the night before. My friend knew not my love for her, and didn't know the heartbreak he'd caused in me. I waited patiently for the time that he would break her heart as Lamorak did those years ago. My chance never came, for they are truly in love.

Then she drops into our lives. It amazes me that so fierce a woman would be frightened to learn how to ride a horse, it is not so frightening, but the way she shook and screamed, I would have fought any terror to save her. At first it was in me to protect her, to guard her, not love her… never to love her. Yet, it was the little things that made me fall in love with her. Maybe it was the way she made us see reason when Arthur told us of Rome's further plan for us or when she innocently beat Gawain, Galahad and Tristan at their own knife game. It could have been when she injured that Roman soldier or when she sacrificed herself so we would get past the Saxons unscathed. Mayhap it was when she came into the inn wearing that flimsy garb of a foreign priestess or when she played with the children. I know not when I loved her, but I do and it pains me much when I realized I lost her.

On the ice, I had made a promise, I wanted to keep it; but seeing those bastards across the lake, I knew what they could do, knew what they were capable of and to imagine them treat her like nothing more than a thing to be used as wasted. I would not have it.

Yet despite my broken promise, she risked everything to save me. In her arms I nearly died under the ice and almost took her with me until she gave me the air in her lungs.

She is my savior and my love and in my dreams I saw her as my wife, giving me sons and daughters. All of them looked like us, beautiful, strong and free from Rome. In her eyes I would be handsome and hers alone, I reveled in that hope that she would have me. I willed myself to wake just to see her and proclaim myself to her for she already had my heart.

"Hey Dag? Whatcha making?" She looked at me with bright eyes, so innocent yet so old like there was a wisdom in them I could not comprehend or even begin to.

I lifted the bit of wood I had been whittling, it was to be a toy for Bors and Vanora's youngest, "A toy, for Eleven."

"Cute, but won't the others get jealous because you made something for the babe, and not them."

"I had made one for each of them when they were babes," I replied going back to my whittling, her closeness was breaking my concentration. Everything about her would make a man weak as it did me. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

"You're so sweet, I envy the woman who steals your heart because all your love and kindness would be just for her. But as long as you will be happy, she and I will have no qualms. I promise, if anyone broke your heart, I'd break their neck." She smiled. If only she knew that it was her that held my heart.

When I asked her to marry me, I was too hopeful. She was past marrying age, but I was near fifteen years her senior and couldn't have cared less for her bride price or lack of dowry. I only wanted her and that would have been enough.

The night the Saxon camped outside Hadrian's Wall, she came to me with a look of sadness on her face and I knew that once again I had lost the woman I loved to another… Lancelot.

"You have come to deny me, have you not?" I tried to stay casual, but inside I died. I should have died on the ice, anything would have been better than this lonely existence without her by my side.

"I love you, Dagonet… no let me finish. I love you," she sat on my bed next to me and took my hands in her tiny ones. "But I'm not in love with you. I would be fooling myself and lying to you if I said that I was. I would never forgive myself to hurt you like that…I will always love you as my friend and you will always be special in my heart." That is how she was caring for one so undeserving as I.

"Marriage is not only a big step, but a lifetime commitment I'm not ready to make with anyone. Dagonet, my strong and gentle knight, you deserve to marry someone that moves your heart and steals your soul, and as much as I love you it's not you that does that to me." She held my face in her small hands and placed a gentle heart-breaking kiss on my lips, "Promise me, that when you return home in a few days that you will not forget me even when you find your soul mate and have lots of little Dagonets running around. Promise me that no matter what, you'll try to stay happy, that you'll never forget our friendship and keep Bors in line. Okay?" The tears shone brightly in her eyes, but she did not let them fall not even when I held her in my arms for what would be the last time.

She gave me a ring so tiny, it would have never fit even my pinkie, but I will forever treasure it as I treasure her.

She may be my undoing, but I will always love her… Roxie you are my heart's keeper.

A/N: I'm sorry this was so sad, but Dagonet really strikes me as an emotional type of guy. I really hope I captured him right because I really love Dag, not like I love Tristan or Lancelot or Arthur, but still you see Dag and what's not to love? Okay, time to get back to studying, Midterm tomorrow.

Read and review please. See you next chapter! Love, June-Birdie