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"Speech"

'Thoughts'

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Promises Never Broken

Chapter-Two

Later that night, Isabella was lying in bed, her head rested on Lancelot's shoulder. She couldn't stop thinking about Alexandra. With little wisps of dark brown-almost black hair-and bright green eyes, she looked just like her parents. Isabella wondered, not for the first time, if she would ever have a child. She often imagined having a son or daughter with dark curly hair and dark brown eyes.

"What's wrong, Bella?" Lancelot asked, gently brushing her hair out of her face. She bit her lip nervously, gently running her fingertips over his chest.

"Do you want children?" The hand that was wrapped around her back, smoothly rubbing her back, stopped. She sighed, taking his silence as a 'no'. Isabella turned on her other side, her back facing Lancelot's face. She heard him mutter a low curse, and felt him wrap his strong arm around her waist. She tried shrugging him off, but he had a tight hold on her. "Your silence is enough of an answer, Lance. You don't want children, its fine." Lancelot closed the space between them and placed light kisses on her neck.

"You know, the second best day of my life was when we were married." Isabella smiled slightly.

"What was your best?"

"The day you told me you would marry me." Isabella laughed lightly.

"That was the same day you were almost killed by the Saxons." He chuckled lightly into her neck. She turned around in his arms and looked up into his brown eyes.

"Well, besides almost dying, it was the best day of my life. And the only thing that would even make a close third would be having a child." Isabella smiled up at his, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed his lips. Lancelot deepened the kiss, running his tongue over her bottom lip. Isabella opened her mouth, there tongues dancing in a slow, sensual kiss. After a few seconds they pulled apart, there breathing ragged. Lancelot pinned her arms above her head and rolled on top of her. "I think we should start practicing for that baby," he replied, a twinkle in his eyes. Isabella laughed, pulling his face closer too hers. With there noses touching, there lips barley apart, she replied,

"I think your right."

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A few weeks later Isabella was walking through town. She spotted one of Vanora's and Bors's children, weaving in and out of carts. She walked over to him, bending down to his level.

"Eight, what are you doing out here? I saw your mom giving your brothers and sisters there baths."

The little boy made a face. "I don't need a bath Aunt Bella," he replied.

She smiled and ruffled his brown hair. "When was the last time you took a bath?" The little boy looked like he was trying to remember, but didn't say anything. Isabella laughed. "I think that's a sign that you should go take one."

"Listen to your mom, boy. She knows what she's talking about." Isabella turned her gaze toward the owners' voice. She recognized his as a man who had recently moved to Camelot.

She smiled with a shake of her head. "He's not mine. He belongs too a friend," she explained. He nodded, with a small smile. Isabella turned back toward the boy and raised an eyebrow. "Your mom's probably looking for you. She's going to be sending your dad after you, if she can't find you." The little boy's eyes widened. He took off running toward the Castile, calling over his shoulder.

"Bye, Aunt Bella!" Isabella laughed and stood up, dusting the dirt off her trousers. She turned around to face the man. He was as tall a Lancelot, with pitch black hair and blue/grey eyes.

"May I ask your name, Lady?" He asked, grinning.

"Isabella," she introduced herself. The man took her hand in his, and kissed the back of it. 'He's definitely a ladies man,' Isabella mused. "And your name, Sir?"

"Phillip," he replied. He had a thoughtful expression on his face. "Are you married to Sir Lancelot?"

"Yes, I am. Do you know him?"

"I know of him. His fighting skills are legendary." Isabella inwardly groaned. If Lancelot ever heard that, there would be know living with him. She tried to hide her grin and stop from laughing.

"Don't let him here you say that, he'd gloat for days about it."

The man laughed and nodded. "So how did you mange to sweep him off his feet? From what I hear, he's a ladies man."

"We new one another as children, we were best friends. But, he was taken my Rome." She spat out the word 'Rome' like it was vile. It still angered her to know that Lancelot had almost been killed, because of Rome.

"I am sorry."

Isabella shrugged, a small smile gracing her face. "He's alive and well, that's all I care about." They were interrupted by another one of Vanora's children, screaming Isabella name, as she ran.

"Uncle Lancelot is back," she told her. Isabella smiled widely.

Three days ago, a village, about half a day's ride from Camelot, reported that their supplies were being stolen a few miles away from the village. Arthur had sent Lancelot and a few Woads, to go and check it out. Isabella turned back toward Phillip and apologized. He kissed her hand, bowed, and left.

When Isabella returned to the Castile, she saw Lancelot talking to Arthur. His face lit up when he saw her. Isabella ran up to him, jumping into his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I missed you so much." She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. She could here cheering and cat calls, but choose to ignore them. After a few minutes, Lancelot pulled away from her and sat her back down on her feet.

"I have missed you, my love."

"Why don't you come up too are room and show me how much you missed me?" She grinned at him. He growled low in his throat, before picking her up and going up to there room.

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Somewhere else around Camelot, Phillip stood in a dark room, the only light being a single candle. A man was sitting in a chair, writing on a piece of parchment.

"Did you find her?" The man asked him.

"Yes father, I did. She was alone; her husband was away on a mission. None of the other Knights were anywhere around her." The other man nodded, obviously pleased.

"They think she's safe here, that she can't be harmed as long as she stays behind this wall," he raised his face to his son. "Their wrong, I will have her." He rolled the piece of parchment up, dripped the candle wax on the seal and stamped it with his family ring. He turned toward the messenger boy standing next to him. "Deliver this, make sure she gets it." The boy nodded and ran out of the door.

"Do you think she'll help?" Phillip asked his father.

The man nodded, a smirk plastered on his face. "She'll help, if she wants him back," he looked up at Phillip. "And I'll have Isabella."

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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter. They really mean a lot to me. Yes, I have posted this story before, but I took that down and rewrote it. I hope everybody likes this one as much as the first.