No One, But You

by Marie9000

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the movie King Arthur. Thank you.

A/N: READ THIS FIRST! Okay, I gots a deal for you, my wonderful readers. I applied for a job recently and I'm asking you all to send me good vibes. If I get the job and if I get at least 10 reviews, then I'll put up TWO chapters the next time I update. Is that a deal?


HyperSquishy – You can have Lancelot, as long as I get Tristan. :P

Captain Annie – Ah! I love those three couples. Right before I read your review, I watched Pride and Prejudice with my mom. Colin Firth is hawt in that movie, just don't tell my mom that.
I made up the markings thing. It came to me when I was thinking out the story and just stuck. Just wait, one more chapter and there'll be romance for the knights.

LANCELOTTRISTANBABY – Here's your update.

Stephanie – Thanks! I'll try to write more.

Elfvamp1-13-97 – Thanks, I cut the ride short, but I'm gonna give Tristan and Isolde more time alone soon.

Animechix666 – I'd love a cookie! I'll give you a plateful of cookies for your review.

Boondockgal – I don't know if there really is a Sarmatian scout tattoo, I just made it up. Thanks for the review!

Litha2124 – Here's the update!


Isolde kept her arms locked around Tristan's waist. This was quite an uncomfortable position. The knight had not said one word since they had left the camp.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her gaze to the forest. All around them were dark trees with a blanket of white snow. Shifting, she started to regret agreeing to wear one of Fulcinia's dresses.

"You should have changed before coming," Tristan said.

Shifting again, she replied, "I didn't realize a Roman woman's dress would be so uncomfortable."

The ride was silent once again and Isolde closed her eyes, somewhat tired. She must have fallen asleep, since when she opened her eyes, the horse had stopped and they were in front of a large, frozen lake in the middle of the mountains.

Tristan got down off the horse and looked up at her, expectantly. Giving him a sigh of frustration, she struggled to get down in her dress, but managed.

Standing up straight, she looked around, "What is this place?"

"I thought you were the great Woad scout?" Tristan said, mocking her.

"Oh, shut up," she growled. "Why are we here?"

"We are making sure that this is a safe passageway," Tristan said surveying the lake.

She just stood for a moment, staring at him, "It's a frozen lake! We cannot cross that!"

He just calmly walked back over to the horse, "We can, and we will."

She was still staring at him as he got back onto his large, gray horse.

"The ice will crack and break apart as we cross," she said, crossing her arms, a smug expression on her face.

He looked down at her, offering his hand to help her up. She didn't move.

He gave an almost inaudible sigh, "I promise you, the ice will not break."

She smirked, "And what do I get if it does?"

"A free death."

Her smirk turned to a glare. She let out a frustrated sound and roughly grabbed his hand, pulling herself up.


Upon reaching their caravan, Isolde jumped from the back of Tristan's horse while it was still moving. She ran over to the wagon and got in, hurriedly.

Lancelot smiled at Tristan as he came up beside him, "I think she really likes you."

Tristan just stared at the back of the wagon.


Isolde sat down next to Guinevere, folding her arms and scowling. Fulcinia sat near the end of the wagon with Lucan and Alecto. She was stroking Lucan's hair and kept an arm around Alecto, as if in fear he would be ripped from her grasp.

"What is wrong?" Guinevere asked, holding back her smile.

"That man is impossible!" Isolde told her. "I pray that I shall never have to be alone with him again!"

Guinevere gave a laugh, "He cannot be that bad."

"Just you wait!" Isolde said, pointing outside. "He will surely lead us to our death's."

Isolde was surprised when Guinevere didn't respond. She noticed her sister was staring at the opening of the wagon. Turning her head, Isolde was greeted with the sight of Tristan's intense gaze.

Instead of trying to apologize, she folded her arms and glared, "Well, you will!"

Saying nothing, Tristan just left, but Isolde could have sworn she saw amusement in his eyes.

Arriving at the large, lake of ice, the knights stopped. Arthur looked to Tristan.

"Is there any other way?"

"No," Tristan said, simply. "We have to cross the ice."

Arthur nodded, gravely and motioned to the caravan, "Get them all out of the carriages. Tell them to spread out."

The knights all got off of their horses and slowly eased their way onto the ice. There was the loud, reverberating sound of the ice cracking below their feet and their horses started to become uneasy. Pressing onward, Isolde suddenly heard the loud beating of Saxon drums. They were close.

Guinevere went over too the wagon, dragging Isolde with her. Rummaging in the furs, she said, "Here."

Isolde looked stunned, in her hands was an old Sarmatian bow, a familiar one at that.

"My mother's bow?"

"Merlin brought it last night," Guinevere told her. "He said you might need it."

"And you didn't give it to me till now?" Isolde asked, an eyebrow raised.

"You didn't need it, till now."

Sighing, Isolde went with Guinevere to the side giving of the wagon where she heard Arthur giving Ganis orders.

"Ganis," he said, firmly. "I need you to lead the people. The main Saxon army is inland, so if you track the coastline until you're well south of the wall, you'll be safe."

"You're seven against two hundred!" Ganis exclaimed.

"Eight," Guinevere said. "You could use another bow."

"Nine," Isolde said, following Guinevere to the other knights. When Guinevere gave her a look, Isolde just stated, "If you're staying, I'm staying."

She took a place in the line of knights and noticed that Tristan, who was standing on her left, was staring at her. "Again," she thought, scowling.

"What?" she asked.

"You should have gone with the others," he said, quietly.

"Hmph," Isolde replied, turning up her nose. "I am a warrior, I live for battle."

He didn't say anything, just looked out across the ice.


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