A/N: Here is another chapter for you guys!

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WitheringSage: Okay, what I did was this: I'm putting a few days in between the time they get back and meet the Saxons so I can write out the relationship between Latanie and Lancelot as well as their little tiff. I'm sorry if I confused you. Here's another chapter!

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Chapter 9: Keep On Going

Latanie only woke when the sun beat in on her face. She sighed as she remembered last night's event. The pain had reduced to a throb that issued a new wave of pain every time her heart beat. Shaking her head, she sat up to find Dagonet gone. Glancing outside, she had to guess it was about noon. Silently, she rose and got dressed in pants and a tunic, not about to put on a dress. She winced at the thought of a dress as she tugged on her boots. Latanie got to her feet and limped over to the door, ready to face any reprimand she might receive. She tugged it open and peeked outside. No one. Breathing a sigh of relief, she limped out and started down the corridor towards the pub. She turned a corner and ran right into a tall body.

That same body caught her upper arm to keep her from stumbling backwards. "What are you doing out here?" Arthur's voice rang.

"I just can't escape you, can I?" Latanie asked, giving Arthur a teasing grin. She shrugged his hand away. "I am out here to escape the dark confines of my room." She gave him an innocent look.

Arthur heaved a sigh. "Fine, you can be out just for today. Your ankle cannot heal if you are constantly up and moving around," he gave in, grunting as she threw her arms around him.

"Thank you!" Latanie exclaimed.

"You would've remained up despite any answer I gave you, wouldn't you?" Arthur asked.

"Yep!" Latanie confirmed, giving him a smile. She saw him roll his eyes and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "You wouldn't like it either so don't give me that." She gave him one last hug before limping off to get something to eat. She knew Vanora cooked breakfast in the pub and the mere thought was making her mouth water.

"Well, look who's up," Vanora's voice rang softly as Latanie came limping into the pub.

Latanie nodded, feeling a pang of loneliness again. She sighed softly and looked at her friend, a slight smile coming to her face.

"If you're looking for Lancelot, he's over there. He's boasting to the knights on how he got that lovely bruise on his jaw. Whoever gave it to him must've been rather large and angry," Vanora said, pointing to the group of knights.

Latanie could taste the bitterness in her mouth as he stared at the group. "Do not mention his name, ever," she hissed, glaring at Lancelot. "I gave him that frigging bruise, not some man. I caught him with Guinevere of all people last night. Excuse me." Latanie straightened up and hurried over to the group. "So, Lancelot, would you care to share the real story?" she snarled, pushing through the group. "Or would you like another bruise to match that one?"

She was rather pleased with how his jaw had swelled the past night. It was a livid purple and black mixture, standing out angrily against his pale skin. She almost grinned in glee but pushed it back. "I'm sure they would all love to hear of your affair," she snarled.

Lancelot stumbled back, surprised as Latanie pushed through the group. "Um… about that…"

"No!" Latanie snapped, limping closer. "You are such a bold faced liar, Lancelot! You are not as loyal and loving as you say! You are no better than the Saxons you fought!" She knew that every blow would hit Lancelot just as she wanted.

"You dare compare me with them!" Lancelot snarled, advancing.

"Consider what you've done and then tell me that again!" Latanie retorted, ready to lunge. As he advanced, she found herself stumbling backwards to keep a distance between them. "You blew it Lancelot! No, you more than blew it! You totally desecrated it!" She clenched her jaw, trying to keep from trembling as the rage washed over her. "All you can think about is how many women you can bed!"

Lancelot stopped for a moment, thinking over his words carefully. "Look who is talking, Mrs. James," he snarled. "If I remember correctly, you did a little bit of cheating yourself."

Latanie stopped, her jaw dropping. Her eyes burned with so much fury, Lancelot winced and backed up. "How dare you!" she snarled, slapping him this time, making sure she got his bruised jaw. "I hate you Lancelot! You are such an asshole! I can't believe you believed him over me! And that does not justify your actions!" She felt the tears pricking at her eyes as she pushed past the others. Her limp was strong as she hurried away; the feeling of betrayal and hurt beat at her as she stumbled and fell next to a pond.

Her shoulders shook as the tears came, trickling down her face. Her chest heaved with sobs at the memory of that vile man. She did nothing to stop the hysterical fit she was having.

"W-What?" a bewildered Latanie stuttered. She and Lancelot had merely been sitting beside the pond, laughing and joking around like they always did. It was instantly shattered by James' arrival and accusation.

"That's right, she was cheating on me with that filthy man, Jared!" James snarled as he looked at Lancelot and Latanie.

"I would never…" Latanie spit out.

"What proof to have?" Lancelot asked.

James grabbed Latanie's arm and turned her head to expose a bite. "That," he said firmly, letting go. "It's over, Latanie. I pity any man that loves you," James snarled as he turned and left.

Latanie felt the sobs coming as she turned to Lancelot. "I would never do such a thing! You've known me for years, Lancelot… Surely you do not believe him!"

Lancelot shook his head and held her close, giving her a place to cry. He just stood there for what seemed like hours and tried to comfort her. He was sure she would suffocate herself if she didn't stop crying soon.

"You said you didn't, you bastard," she said quietly and wiped her face. She began to sing softly to herself, a song that her mother had sang to her when she was little.

"Do not cry my child

Just keep looking forward

Stay strong and hold your head up high

Look to the sky

Remember the wind

Feel it blow

Keep on going"

She looked up as she heard footsteps. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, even Arthur. She was about to leave when Vanora caught her arm.

"Latanie, sweetie, what happened?" Vanora asked, sitting down beside her friend, worry covering her features.

"H-He was with Guinevere last night," Latanie sobbed. "He was so drunk, I'm surprised he wasn't passed out! They were slobbering all over each other and it was disgusting."

"Oh my…" Vanora said quietly, giving Latanie a hug.

"Yes… and now he tries to shirk the blame!" Latanie exclaimed, pulling back. "I can't believe him. And he tried to use James against me, as if that really helped his case. He only opened old wounds."

"Lancelot is a man, sweetie. Some men are more honorable than others and those who aren't… are just not worthy of our time," Vanora said, stroking Latanie's cheek.

"He told me he loved me and I was a fool to believe him. All he cares about is chasing after women," Latanie said, pouting slightly.

"I know, I know… perhaps he just isn't ready to have a serious relationship," Vanora suggested, giving a sympathetic look. "You know, there's always Dagonet." Vanora nudged Latanie gently.

Latanie shook her head. "Well, it will never be with me." She glanced at the pond and closed her eyes. So many good memories were created here and now, they all seemed to vanish. She jerked her gaze back to Vanora. "Dagonet is sweet and all… but I don't love him like that… I love him as a brother…" She sighed and rose, keeping the weight off of her leg. "Please don't tell Arthur. I don't want him to go all psycho on us."

Vanora laughed quietly and looked at Latanie. "You know he will find out, even if it isn't from me."

Latanie smiled and laughed with her. "I know, he always does. He's like a parent. I just don't want to discuss it with him… or any of the knights really." She shook her head and hugged Vanora tightly. "Thanks Vanora. I don't know what I'd do without you," she said quietly.

Vanora hugged her back. "Don't worry, sweetie. Are you going back to Sarmatia?" she asked, hoping to divert Latanie's attention to something else.

Latanie nodded. "I'm planning to, yes. I don't know if my family is alive though. I guess I'll have to take it as it comes," she said and smiled slightly. "I'm going to go to my room. I don't wish to talk to anyone else." She hugged Vanora one last time before limping off.

"Oh, Latanie, if only you could have seen what you did to him," Vanora said quietly, shaking her head before going off to the pub again.

Latanie walked hurriedly along the massive corridor, passing the room with the Round Table. She instantly halted at the sound of Arthur's voice. It was harsh and reprimanding. She listened silently.

"You had no right, Lancelot! No right whatsoever!" Arthur lashed out angrily.

"I have the right to be with who I want to be with!" Lancelot shot back, glaring at the Commander. "And so does she! I'm confused Arthur, I love them both!"

"So, you're admitting it? You love Guinevere and Latanie?" Arthur asked, slightly wounded by his friend's words.

Lancelot sighed in frustration and ran his hand through his hair. "Yes," he answered. "That's exactly what I am saying. And now, look what I've done! I've wounded her deeply. I'm never going to be able to make up for it!"

Damn straight he wasn't Latanie thought bitterly.

"If you love her so much, then tell her that," Arthur said. "Of course she is wounded! Did you expect her not to be! And then, you threw James in her face! Stupid decision Lancelot, very stupid indeed!"

Lancelot shook his head, breathing heavily. "I cannot face her again. Not after what I have done." He looked away for a brief moment. "And I don't want to. It will be better for the both of us."

"So, you want to just forget? Act like you two were never together?" Arthur asked, slightly confused by his friend's reaction.

"Yes. It won't ease all of the pain but it's for the better," Lancelot said, bracing himself against the table. He hung his head slightly. "I feel horrible for what I have done but things happen."

"We've known each other for fifteen years, Lancelot. You are not one to just forget and move on. You will always be plagued by the memory of her. This is not the right decision. If you didn't want to be with her, then you should've said something," Arthur said.

"I was drunk!" Lancelot admitted.

"That is no excuse!" Arthur snapped, looking at his friend. "I'm so ashamed of you, my brother. Perhaps you need to be your priorities in order."

Latanie bit her lower lip and turned on her heel, hurrying away. So, that was how it was going to be? Fine. She was not going down without a fight.

A/N: Okay, there we go! I hope you guys enjoyed this and, yes, Lancelot is a bit of an idiot. Will they be able to heal this relationship? Or will it all go down in ruin? Stay tuned! R&R please!