Chapter 3

Damn it

Disclaimer: If you haven't already figure out, I didn't come up this the idea of King Arthur and others… ergo, the only thing I own is Nastya and plot. I am not making money. Get a Grip, shees.

About the Chapter: It may seem a bit dark and beastly, however things WILL get better. The story tone will be lighter than before, but their will be violence too. This chapter is basically Arthur meeting Nastya with the shit beat out of her and his realization of her 'dirty little secret'.

Everyone has a dirty little secret, and almost all will protect those secrets within an inch of their life, some even more. So what does Nastya do when Arthur found out her secret, and almost announced it the world? Read and find out, what pride and love does to the most innate part of the human DNA, self-preservation.

…A short bony teenager step into the room. Arthur was devastated-- Why, why, was it that hard to get one normal girl on this shitty island. This girl was tiny and certainly, Jesus! She had to be 5'3ft, and her body! There hardly was any flesh. And her face it was… colorful. Shit, what the fuck did they do to her? Her face had more color in it than a painting. There wasn't a spot on her wasn't colored a shade of rainbow. And her dress, Arthur doubt that anyone would ever wear it again, and this include beggars freezing in the winter. You could see up to her mid-thigh, the tear was so big. And the other parts that were able to stay together were rags that were blood and dirt stain. Overall, she was either used to this treatment or she natural looks like she had the shit beat out of her. Naw, this treatment standard. Arthur resisted the urge to buried his head into his head and ask "What he did that was so bad that he dissevered to be punished". It was official; the world hated him and was going to continually punish him until he committed suicide. Great, just peachy.

Turning to Nastya, and refusing to met any of the knight's eyes, he smiled and said," Welcome, dinner is about served." Smiling as much as his teeth would allow, he went to escort her to her seat.

When Nastya came in her eyes were only for Tristen. How would he react when she came in? Would he be angry that she looked like a piece of meat, would he care, maybe he'll beat up Kay or… YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING SERIOUS. Tristen was not even looking at her; instead he was looking at that air-head bimbo who probably was a whore whose worth is absolutely shit. Beauty was gift, there's no way around it, and it gives you everything in life, without doing absolutely shit. It's so unfair. Nastya felt her eyes watering up, no I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't, no one can know. I'll die before Tristen finds out. I'll just trochee me. He's a sadistically bastard. No heart, probably little Roman soldier pumping blood in and out. Nastya snorted at the irony, Tristen loathed Romans. Damn, the tears were ready to erupt over. Nastya gripped her left arm and dug her nails into the skin. The thoughts and moments of heartbreak were quickly replaced by white-pain, tears replaced by the hardening of her face. Nastya was drenched in pain, but she'll take comfort when she was alone. Right now just get through the night

"Nastya," there stood Arthur, concerned was written all over his face and it wasn't because of the beating. She looked down to her left arm, her blood began to make a small trail down her arm. No one seemed to notice, no one except Arthur. And he just stood there watching and waiting to see if she was all right. It's a sad existence when the only person who cared about you is the person you kept waiting all day. The urge to cry has never been so strong.

Arthur was perplexed when Nastya didn't respond. In fact it was like she didn't even hear what he said. On closer look he realized that she was glazing at Tristen and Sonia with such a love stricken look. He went to her hoping that what ever the problem was he could fix it before any of the knights noticed. For some unexplainable reason, he just didn't want Tristen to know about Nastya's love. When he got to her, her eyes were glazed over with silver tears. Her face looked awful. Everything looked so swollen and bruise, Arthur doubt if he had ever seen such a pained face. The combination was lethal; she looked like a dark child angel that was disowned by God.

"Nastya"

There it was; life was back into her face. Damn it, she still looks hurt. I know, thought Arthur brilliantly, I comfort her.

"It's ok, I met Tristen. I don't believe he's what you would call romantic. He's more of a one night-stand. I'm sure that you'll find a nice framer in this area, and forget all about him." Nastya didn't respond. Arthur mentally frowned what was he missing? He thought he did a good job, (A/U, shows what he knows about the female mind).

"I'm afraid that I don't understand you, and I'm understand that your hungering, so we may continue this discussion later it you wish, My Lord." So she doesn't understand what I'm saying, that's why I didn't get a reaction.

"What I mean, my dear lady, is that your monumental heart pains will pass to a memory into which you'll laugh at yourself for drawing blood to ease the pain."

Arthur finally got an answer, though it wasn't what he was looking for. Instead he was given a right hook to his nose and a guard sword to his neck.

"My lord, I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me. Sorry to have bothered you; all I ask for is to be left alone that is all." And with that she turned around and walked away as fast as she could.

The room went silent. Nastya never cracked, and he didn't even raise his hand. The men had new found respect for him. Arthur on the other hand wondered what the hell he did wrong. He concluded someone up high must hate him.

Nastya never lost control, it was kinda of her rule of thumb; you know between going on a hill while it's pouring rain and screaming the gods are bastards and picking her nose, think of all the bacteria, eww. Yet Arthur was able to make her break that rule by seeing through her veneer. Now why did he have to do that; he could have been like any other male. You know, the caveman look with their common saying, "umm, …, hu?". But no, so before he realized that he was going to spill her little secret she had to shut him up. Could he have taken the hint? "Of course not, bloody men, always not knowing when to stop." Now she'll be stoned to death; peachy just peachy.

Nastya got back to her room. She looked around, saw Anita still passed out, and her room and door in a compete wreck. "well living can be any worse than this." True the woads and Saxons were vicious but hell, so were the knights. With a song in her heart, Nastya began to gather all her belongs, with took the grand total 3 minutes, and prepared for her freedom. She probability wouldn't survive, but hey she'll live a few days longer.