The red silk curtain on the side of a carriage window blew in the breeze as the carriage passed down the stony road to Hadrian's Wall. Villagers aligned the road, waving their hands and throwing flowers at the incoming carriage, their shouts and cheers filling the small fort with noise. A delicate hand reached up and drew back the curtain, allowing sunlight to flow into the private carriage.

"All this noise is making me sick", a thickly accented French voice spoke with disdain as she faked a smile on and waved at the villagers.

"Don't worry miss; this long awaited arrival at the fort would refresh you". A young maid named Naveen assured, her deep brown eyes hidden behind her long lashes as she bowed her head slightly.

You don't suppose they're having a feast tonight do you?" The lady asked, ignoring her maid's comment as she let the curtain fall close and leaned back in her seat, examining her long nails that were painted a blood red.

Naveen shrugged her shoulders shyly as she answered "I have heard of a celebration was to take place, but I'm not sure".

A scoff came from the opposite side of the carriage form Naveen, "You don't know anything".

The carriage halted to a stop and the cheering quieted down outside. The door of the coach swung open and the fresh air of spring filled the carriage. A lightly tanned hand swung out, its golden jewelry glistening in the sunlight.

"It's a pleasure to finally have you Lady Salene". An old balding man greeted as he took Salene's outstretched hand and guided her out of the carriage. "I'm Justus Parson, the governor here at Hadrian's Wall". Salene nodded pleasantly at this governor, she noticed his cheeks were dropping with age, and his eyebrows were grey and fuzzy, everything else about him looked well groomed however. His attire of clothing were long drapes and robes of deep jewel colors like purple and turquoise.

"It's good to finally be here Sir", Salene replied with a small tilt of her head, making her golden earrings dangle and the jewels catching light form the sun. Her whole manner of presenting herself was poised, with an air of elegance.

The villagers crowded around to take a closer look at this new Frenchwoman. Her golden waves were spun up to her head in an extravagant up do, pieces of the waves purposely left out and framed her face. Numerous jewels were set randomly in her hair. The dress she wore was long and almost dragged on the floor. It's deep blood red color making those of her nails, and gold embroidery laced the neckline and sleeves. Gold and black stitches laced the bodice; various designs graced the dress in all the right places.

"This is my son, Marcellus" Justus introduced as he pushed his son forward with an arrogant grin.

"Pleased to finally make your acquaintance, my fair lady. I'm looked forward to be your husband" Marcellus mumbled as he took her hand and placed a sloppy hurried kiss on it.

Salene pulled her hand away, almost too quickly as her lips curved up into a coy smile, barely hiding its disgusted grimace. Marcellus stared back at her dumbly, his dark eyes staring into hers, and his wide mouth parting slightly.

"And this is Arthur Castus! Chivalrous commander of the Samaritan knights, thanks to this man, Hadrian's Wall is rid of those foes and savages that roam around these lands!" Justus praised more to impress Salene than to actually credit Arthur with his status.

Salene arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "Mr. Castus of the knights from the great wall? I've heard many things about you" Salene purred in a husky voice.

"Well, I hope those things you heard are to your liking. It's a pleasure to meet you". Arthur replied politely, ignoring the tone of her voice.

Naveen rolled her eyes behind Salene's back, all her life Salene had been flirting since the day she could talk. There was no stopping her, any man she wanted, she got.

"This maid here will show you to your quarters, then you are welcome to join us for a feast tonight" Justus interrupted as he gestured to some servants who bowed their heads when Salene turned to look at them.

"That would be wonderful, I'll see you tonight". After bidding everyone goodbye, Salene and Naveen followed the servants down the stony hallways into their rooms.

The room was large, and had a circular wall as one of the corners. On the wall were three windows, one large one in the middle and two smaller on each side. There was a canopy bed in the center, with cream and beige colored sheets. The floor was dark wood, but a deep red rug with intricate designs covered most of the floor. A roaring fireplace was on another side of the wall, the rest of the wall covered with bookshelves.

"Hmm...It'll do". Salene walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, checking the room for anything not to her liking. Deciding she needed a little fresh air, Salene threw open the largest window and gazed out. She could hear the sound of metal clashing in the distance; her gaze fell upon what appeared to be two knights fighting each other in the practice field. Her deep emerald eyes squinted at the figures as she watched them, one had golden hair, and the other's was dark and tousled. They fought like no one she had ever seen before. The golden haired one's fighting style was fierce, and down to the point. The other knight had a lethal style, deadly and swift, almost like a dance. Salene's lips curved into a smile, she wanted to know more about this deadly night.

Perhaps we would fall madly in love, he would bring home battle scars for me, and I would nurse him when he's wounded. We would be the most feared and adored couple in all of Britain, him being a legendry knight, and I of course, being stunning beautiful and noble.

"Salene?"

"What!" Salene hissed as she turned around with a slight jump. Her thoughts were interrupted by Naveen, standing there with a startled look on her face.

"You should get ready for the feast". Naveen answered softly, blinking her large brown eyes.


Salene hissed as he lowered herself into the tub at the bathhouses. The warm steamy water surrounded her as she sat down and relaxed against the side of it. The bathhouses were open to everyone, and many tubs were built into the ground next to each other. Salene closed her eyes as she heard Naveen come in and started to wash her hair.

"I'll be back, I have to get more bath oils", Salene opened her eyes to watch Naveen go, and closed them again when she heard the door close. Minutes later, the door opened again, and she heard footsteps come in.

"Naveen? Hurry up, this water is getting cold", Salene pouted, keeping her eyes closed as she shifted in the tub. The door closed again, and Salene opened her eyes, sitting up. No one was in the room, it was empty. Interesting…

After taking a warm long bath filled with lavender oil and being scabbed from head to toe, Salene was being fitted into her corset.

"Pull it tighter, I want to be at least 17 inches!" She hissed as she grabbed onto the bed pole for support.

Naveen pulled on the lacings as tight as they would go, even placing her foot on Salene's back to make them pull tighter.

"That's good" Salene said through clenched teeth. She was ready.


"I heard she has the ability to seduce any man she lays her eyes upon" Galahad whispered as he leaned into the table, glancing at each knight.

"If what Galahad says is true, I hope she lays her eyes on me then", Lancelot chimed in, earning laughs from around the table, while he grabbed another wine glass as a server walked by, smacking her on her behind as she past.

Bors coughed into his wine glass as he set it down, "you don't really believe that, do you?"

"Sure we do, why do you think Arthur's not here? He met the lady earlier today, she probably has him already….." Gawain said in his low voice, putting on a tone of utter seriousness.

The table was silent for a moment, until everyone burst out laughing, including Tristan, who was smiling into his cup. Just then, the doors swung open, Justus, Marcellus and Arthur all came in and took their seats. The grand hall was filled with long tables, where villagers of the town sat. There was a separate knight's table at the end of all the tables, a small replica of the original round table. Arthur insisted that they were seated at a round table. The noises of the room were loud with music and villagers talk.

Moments later, the doors were open again as Salene stepped into the room. Everyone stood from their seats and acknowledged her presence.

"Thank you for coming Lady Salene, please have a seat". Justus said cheerfully as he gestured to an open chair next to his son Marcellus, who in turn attempted a shy smile at Salene.

"Good afternoon gentlemen" her voice cooed as she sat down next to Marcellus who openly drooled at her, she suddenly felt depressed that her future husband was so clueless. Salene stayed quiet throughout the meal as she ate her food, she could feel the knights looking at her occasionally, or trying to make conversation, which she answered curtly.

A lively song struck up as they finished their meal, and many villagers gathered around the dance floor.

Marcellus slowly turned to her, opening his mouth to speak. Salene glanced around the table frantically, her eyes landing upon a knight with golden hair. He made eye contact the same moment she did, and before Marcellus could, the knight smiled and asked "Would you care to join me in a dance milady?"

"I'd be delighted Sir Knight". Salene pushed her chair out as she stood and took his hand as he led her to the dance floor.

"Gawain" The knight said as he took her hands and the music started.

Salene batted her lashes as she nodded her head; Gawain spun her around as the dance progressed. He's a nice man, but who is his friend! Salene wondered as she let her gaze drift over to the knight she saw practicing earlier. He was sitting at the table with Marcellus, the rest of the knights already dancing.

"Who is your friend? The one with the tattoos?" Salene asked straight forwardly as the song came to an end.

"That's Tristan, he doesn't talk much", Gawain answered as he smiled at her and dipped her back.

"Here he comes now".

Salene looked over Gawain's shoulder to see Tristan walking towards them.

"May I have this dance?" Tristan's asked his voice deep and thickly accented.

Salene raised an eyebrow but took his hand as the song started up. The song was slow, and flowed with a dreamy melody. Salene smiled coyly when she felt Tristan place his hand on her waist.

"What's your name, mysterious one?" Salene purred in his ear as she leaned up closer to him.

"Tristan", he answered curtly, and spun her out again. He guided her back to him, his deep brown eyes looking down into her green ones.

Salene smiled as she looked at Tristan, he was definitely different from most men she met. I'll have him in my bed tonight none the less.

"You didn't know, but I was watching you today, I saw you practicing" Salene whispered deviously as she quirked an eyebrow at him, her eyes sparkling with unknown mischievousness. The song came to an end, and new couples gathered for the next dance.

"I knew" Tristan replied, dropping his hand from hers. Salene looked into his eyes again, as she thought she saw him half smirk.

"You didn't know, but I was watching you today too, maybe you shouldn't keep your eyes close while you bathe". He half whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing the hair by her ear.

Salene gasped as she looked at Tristan, his lips were curved up in a slight smile. He turned from her and walked away. Salene saw Marcellus out of the corner of her eyes, standing there cowardly, about to ask her for a dance. But she ignored him, this mysterious Tristan has caught her eye, maybe there was someone that could match up to her after all.


Yea yea! I finally updated, thanks to you wonderful reviewers, I love you all! This chapter is for everyone who wanted me to write a little one for Tristan. I hoped you didn't hate Selene too much, I just thought she'd be a fun character.

Salene: dignified one

Justus: fairness

Marcellus: young warrior

Naveen: beautiful, pleasant

Keep reading, there wil be many more stories to come! Brownies and milk for everyone! Oh yes, and in the last story, the little song was from lotr The Return of the King.

Disclaimer: Too bad I don't own anything or any one.