A/N: Eh, quick update I know, but I wanted to get this one up so I have a few days to write the next one for I need to plan out my ideas. If you guys have suggestions, go right ahead and give me them. Happy reading!

Rockerforlife: Yes! It is great fun to push Arthur's buttons! The poor guy would have a hard time putting up with me, that's for sure! Well, you have a good reason to not trust our lovely Lancelot. I don't trust him much and I'm the one writing this. I'm sure you'll love this chapter.

Xxroxy-dogxx: Yeah, he does like both of them. Now, it's a matter of which one he'll go for. We'll just have to wait and see!

WitheringSage: Okay, no killing me. The lovely triangle provides a touch of drama, something I love. Muaha!

Readerfreak10: Yeah, he better stay away from Guinevere… otherwise he may have seven angry knights on his hands.

Chapter 8: I'll Show You What I've Got

Latanie groaned softly as she awoke to find Lancelot still beside her, his face buried in her hair. She smiled and rolled over in his arms, resting her forehead against his. "Wake up, Lance," she said quietly, gently tracing his jaw line. Glancing outside, she guessed it was about noon - quite late for a knight to be waking up. She heard Lancelot groan in protest and shift from slumber.

He opened his eyes and gazed at her gently. "Have a good sleep, love?" he asked softly, kissing her forehead.

"Yes," she said gently, resting her head against his chest. She waited until he rose before sitting up. "What are you doing today?"

"Enjoying my freedom," he said with a smile. "And I'm not quite sure. What I am sure of is that you're staying in bed." He captured her lips with his before she could protest. "I'll come visit you later and I'll have Vanora come to keep you company," he said and got off the bed, going over to his boots. He quickly put them on and glanced at Latanie with a smile before leaving.

Latanie snorted indignantly, bringing on a pouty look. "You cannot keep me in bed forever, Lancelot!" she snapped as he closed the door behind him. Men. She lay back down and stared at the ceiling, having a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She blinked as she heard the door open again.

"Hello, Lat. Lancelot said you needed company," Vanora's voice rang softly.

Latanie laughed. "No, I need a guard to keep me in bed."

Vanora laughed as she took a seat beside Latanie's bed. "In other words, he just lied to me to keep the true extent of his intentions out of sight."

"Pretty much," Latanie laughed.

--That Night--

Latanie shifted as she sat in bed, reading a book Arthur had brought her. He decided to let her get to reading it instead of sit around to talk to her. All she had done was annoy him since she was put on bed rest. He couldn't take it anymore so he decided to cut his time short with her.

Latanie sighed quietly as she heard movement outside. She heard a laugh and kissing. She recognized that laugh. She got out of bed, letting her book drop to the covers. She stumbled to the door and hurriedly opened it to find Lancelot pressed up against the wall with Guinevere up against him. Latanie's eyes narrowed as she straightened up. "You bastard," she snarled, her tone dripping with hatred and hurt.

Lancelot looked at her and it was quite obvious that he was drunk. "L-Latanie?" he asked.

"Don't 'L-Latanie' me," she snarled and stumbled over to him. She watched him flinch, expecting a slap but he got a punch in the jaw instead. "You two timing bastard! You never cared… never," she snapped, letting the pain rush over her. Shaking her head, she turned and hurried up the corridor so she didn't have to face him. She limped as quickly as she could, the tears coming. She stumbled and fell into somebody, not bothering to look who it was.

"Latanie? What are you doing up? You should be resting," Dagonet's voice came as he unsteadily wrapped his arms around the now sobbing female knight.

"H-He… I can't believe he…" Latanie sobbed hysterically as she sat there, feeling lost and confused. The pain was now starting to sink in as she leaned against Dagonet.

She felt his reassuring hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "What happened, Latanie?" Dagonet asked softly, now running his hands through her hair.

"He… loves her…" she whispered, burying her face in Dagonet's shoulder.

Dagonet felt a rush of anger wash over him as he looked down the corridor, expecting Lancelot to come running up, apologizing over and over again. When he didn't see such a thing, he looked back down to Latanie. "It's alright," he said softly, trying to comfort her but it felt rather awkward. "He is a fool."

"I punched him," Latanie said.

"Good," Dagonet said quietly. He gently lifted Latanie up. "Perhaps Arthur can talk some sense into him." He sighed softly and walked towards Latanie's room, ready to knock Lancelot about. When he turned the corner, he didn't see Lancelot or Guinevere. A look of relief lay on his visage as he opened Latanie's door. He laid her on her bed and pulled the covers up. "Just rest."

"I can't rest…" she said so quietly he had to strain to hear her. "I hate him. It's plain and simple." She shook her head and wiped her face. She had thought Lancelot had loved her – he had acted like it. Apparently she was wrong. She sniffed a little bit, looking up at Dagonet. "I was wrong… he doesn't love me… it was all a con," she said, hanging her head. She laid down only because of Dagonet's urging.

"Just sleep, Latanie. You need it; we'll work everything out in the morning," he said and gently stroked her hair as she fell asleep.

"Momma! Momma! Look at the shell Papa brought me home!" a young girl with dark curly hair yelled as she ran up to an older Latanie. Her cerulean eyes sparkled with delight as she tugged on her mother's tunic. "Isn't it beautiful! He said I can hear the ocean in it if I listen close enough!"

"It's very beautiful, darling," Latanie said softly, stroking her daughter's hair. She couldn't help but smile at her baby girl. So strong and brave just like her father.

"When the baby coming, Momma?" the little girl asked, touching Latanie's large stomach.

"Soon. Why don't you go help your brother exercise the horses?" Latanie suggested, watching the young girl giggle and bound off to do as suggested. Latanie turned her gaze to an approaching figure, a small smile laying heavily on her features. "Welcome back, my love," she said, kissing an older Lancelot.

"I have missed you all dearly. It's been a while since we've talked." he said and kissed her hand.

"Dear?" a rather round Guinevere said, appearing out from behind the horse.

"H-Huh?" Latanie stuttered.

"You never received my letter?" Lancelot asked, furrowing his brows.

"What are you talking about?" Latanie demanded.

"We're not married anymore… I sent out, asking for a separation…" Lancelot said.

Latanie felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked at him. The tears came as she stood there. Everything felt as if it was spiraling out of control. The last thing she heard was Lancelot's words of concern as all went black.

Latanie shot up in the bed, panting. She looked around frantically, finding herself in her room. Her hand instantly shot to her stomach to find it flat. That was a relief! Shaking her head, she saw a sleeping Dagonet in the chair beside her bed. Feeling confused for a moment, she remembered what Lancelot had done. Her anger mounted as she sat there, dwelling in her fury. Shaking her head, she gazed at Dagonet. "Thank you for caring, Dag," she said quietly and got out of bed, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle.

She opened the door and limped out of the room, taking an immediate right. She ignored her body's protests as she limped out towards the gardens. It would be peaceful there and she knew some fresh air would do her some good. She stumbled out into the garden and took a seat on one of the benches. She could see her breath clearly in the air as she panted.

"Latanie? What are you doing out here?" Arthur's voice rang, causing Latanie to groan. She couldn't be alone anymore.

"Thinking," she answered.

"I heard about Lancelot… I'm sorry," Arthur said. "I trusted him but I guess my own trust was betrayed."

"Did you have to bring that up? Especially when I had forgotten about it?" Latanie snapped, glaring at him. Her gaze softened as she saw the concern in Arthur's face. "I'm sorry… I had no right to snap at you like that." She looked away in shame and hung her head.

"You're a bad liar, you know? There is no way you could have forgotten that easily. I've known you for fifteen years, Latanie." Arthur shook his head and took a seat beside the distressed knight. "He's confused."

"Don't be making excuse for him," Latanie said, giving Arthur a look.

"I'm not. I'm merely stating what I think is true," Arthur replied.

"If he was so confused, then he could've figured it out in a different way," Latanie said angrily, feeling her rage boiling over. "And he could've at least said something!"

"And feel weak? He isn't one to risk his pride," Arthur said.

"I know, but that doesn't mean he had to go slobbering all over," Latanie said, putting her face in her hands.

"No, it doesn't. That doesn't change the fact that you have to face him sooner or later," Arthur pointed out.

"I don't want to face him… I punched him," Latanie muttered.

"Latanie!" Arthur gaped.

"What! He deserved and don't you dare tell me he didn't Arthur Castus or you'll get the same thing he did," Latanie snapped, glaring at Arthur again. "I do not care what excuses he has or you have or anyone else has. He blew it."

Arthur nodded and sighed quietly. He gently patted Latanie on the back. "Everything will turn out alright," he assured her. "Just need to give it time."

Latanie nodded silently and looked up to the stars. "My father once told me that the great knights roam the night skies. He said that he would be up there too… I don't know if he is or not… I hope he isn't," she said softly.

Arthur looked at her in surprise. "Another man once told me that fallen knights return as great horses," he said.

"Lancelot… yes, he told me the same," Latanie said, remembering the mission in which they had to ride out in the open plain.

"I'm telling you, Lat, fallen knights return as great horses!" Lancelot insisted as they lay on their backs and gazed at the stars. "Although, I guess your theory is possible."

"You guess?" she asked, smirking at him.

"Yeah, I guess," he teased and looked at her with a smile.

"So, you're telling me that I'm riding a knight?" Latanie asked, laughing hysterically at the thought.

Lancelot laughed. "Basically. Although I know which knight you want to ride," he teased, grinning at her.

"Lancelot!" Latanie yelled in reprimand as she sat up and tackled Lancelot, causing them to roll down the hill they were on. They landed on the bottom, Lancelot on the bottom and her on top. She smiled softly at him, resting there for a moment before getting up and retreating back to the camp.

Latanie had to refrain from laughing out loud at the memory. She felt that sense of loneliness deep inside of her heart, aching and crying out in anguish. Shaking her head, she shakily stood up. "Thanks for talking to me Arthur… I needed it," she said and kissed Arthur on the cheek in a brother-sister manner before limping back inside. Despite all of the hatred she felt, she could still feel the love for Lancelot she had carried in her heart for the past fifteen years. He had blown it… blown it! Everything had gone fantastic until Guinevere came along.

She grumbled in protest as she stumbled back to her room to find Dagonet still asleep. She smiled and crawled back into bed, making sure it looked as if she had never left the room. She closed her eyes and willed sleep to take her.

A/N: Okay, NO KILLING THE AUTHOR. And no flames please. If you want to flame Lancelot, go right ahead but not me –hides- If you wish to take Lancelot out, the angry mob is that way –points- R&R please!