A/N: Next chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Oh, and I do not own anything that has to do with King Arthur. I only own Latanie.

Rockerforlife: Yes, I couldn't help but laugh hysterically as I wrote that part out. I was sitting there, trying to figure out how to torture Arthur and make it hilarious at the same time. I see I did a good job. And Latanie's tongue can be as sharp as her sword as you can see. I'm sure this next chapter will spark a bit of a laugh out of you. I couldn't help but smirk and laugh as I wrote it. Here's another chapter for you!

SupernaturalKnight88: She's healing as best as she can. Wouldn't it be cool if she had like an extra chromosome like in that movie Doom and she could heal extra fast? Okay, I'm off the point but that's okay. Haha. I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

WitheringSage: That's a good question. What is wrong with everyone? And Guinevere does need to be erased from the face of the planet… But, don't have the power to do it… or do I? Muaha! Nah, just kidding. I wouldn't do that although I wouldn't mind doing so. Perhaps this chapter will be enjoyable for you! Happy reading!

Raging Raven: Yes, revenge is very sweet :P Especially when you have an evil mind plotting it! Muaha! Here is the next chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 11: Let The Torture… Erm… Games Begin

Latanie had gotten up hours ago, her mind already hatching plans for her attack against Lancelot. She had to fend off his advances a few times, finding his persistence as strong as ever. She searched feverishly for Bors, knowing he would love to participate in her idea. She had to stifle a laugh as she found him. "Bors, I need help with something," she said, grinning.

"I don't like that grin on your face. What do you need?" Bors asked.

Latanie looked around and leaned in, whispering into his ear.

Bors laughed heartily. "Of course I'll help yeh. This'll be fun," he said and clapped Latanie on the shoulder. "Go ahead and put the plan into action. I'll have Vanora help me with some of the preparations." He winked at her and left.

Latanie giggled and hurried off to find Lancelot. She found him in the training area, right where she knew he would be. She walked up to him rather seductively, smiling at him.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows in confusion as she halted before him. A smug look came to his lips. "Decided that I'm too hard to resist?" he asked teasingly.

"Partially. I want to spar, Lance. Please! We can do it with sticks though. I'm not in the mood to handle a heavy sword," she asked, kissing along his jaw line. She could feel him tensing up – she had him wrapped around her finger.

"How can I say no to a beautiful face?" he asked, going to go get some sparring sticks.

Latanie smirked as he left. Everything was going according to plan. She would savor this moment for an eternity. She waited patiently for Lancelot to come back. She gave him a smile as he handed her a stick. "Okay, easy on the cripple now."

"The cripple should be in bed," Lancelot said.

"I'm a tough cripple," Latanie said and threw a stroke at Lancelot only to have it easily blocked. She blocked a blow to the shoulder as Lancelot went on the offensive. She grunted as she got a blow to the arm, leaving Lancelot's hip open. She gave him a good smack, causing him to wince and hop to the side. She winced as he got a blow in to her good leg.

Lancelot grunted as Latanie got a blow to his shoulder. This continued on until both were bruised and panting. "Okay, draw?" Latanie asked, straightening up.

Lancelot nodded. "Draw. Even crippled, you're not half bad." He wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked over as Bors came up with a couple of glasses of water. "Thank you, Bors," he said and downed the water.

Latanie tried not to laugh as she drank her own water. She gave a feigned concerned look as Lancelot became a bit tipsy. She watched as he fell over, passed out. "That was too easy," she said, shaking her head. A laugh escaped her as she nodded to Bors. "You know what to do. I'll be in the pub." She turned and left the two men along. Latanie couldn't keep the grin from her face as she walked into the pub, meeting Vanora. "Operation Humiliate-Lancelot Phase 1 complete," she said, taking a seat.

Vanora laughed. "Good to see it's going right so far. I can't believe you hatched this scheme, Latanie."

Latanie laughed as well. "I had all last night to think about it," she said and shuddered silently at the thought of last night. That attack had certainly shook her to the core but she couldn't dwell on it. She looked up as Bors entered the pub, his hands wets.

"Done," he said and tried his hands on his pants.

Latanie laughed hysterically at the thought. This would be fun to watch! "Okay, so, we hang out for a few hours? And you hid them really well?"

"Yup," Bors answered and sat down. This was bound to be hilarious.

--A few hours later--

Latanie had been sitting at a table with the other knights, playing cards. "Read 'em and weep boys," she said, setting her cards down. "Straight." She smirked.

"Sorry, Lat, full house," Galahad said, setting his cards down.

"Son of a sword!" Latanie exclaimed as Galahad collected the coins. She shook her head in amazement, looking up as she heard Bors' name being shouted. A rather bare Lancelot walked into the pub. All he had was a blanket wrapped around his waist and stomach. Latanie burst out into hysterical laughter, along with all of the other knights.

Lancelot's face was flush and you could tell he was embarrassed.

"L-Lose a bet?" Latanie asked in the midst of her laughing. She had to lean on Galahad for support, she was laughing so hard.

"No," Lancelot said sternly. "If I remember correctly, two certain someones had been with me moments before I passed out."

Latanie tried to stop her laughing but was unable to.

"Why would we do anything to you?" Bors asked, trying to stop laughing himself. "You're our brother-in-arms."

"You have no reason to and I know she does," Lancelot said, wincing slightly. "Look how hard she beat me." He gestured to the bruises on his body. He shook his head. "Where are my clothes?"

"I don't know," Bors lied, Latanie shaking her head.

"This isn't funny anymore; it wasn't even funny to begin with! Where are my clothes?" Lancelot demanded.

"I honestly don't know," Latanie said truthfully, shrugging. A smug look was clear on her features as Lancelot wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.

"Lancelot? What in God's name are you doing?" Arthur's voice appeared from behind the scantily covered knight.

"Someone took my clothes," Lancelot snarled.

Latanie bit her lower lip to keep from laughing. As Arthur looked at her, she shook her head. "I swear, it wasn't me who took his clothes." She stared in Arthur's eyes as she spoke.

"Forget it," Lancelot snapped and stormed out of the pub, keeping himself covered.

The group of knights burst into hysterical laughter once more as their comrade left the pub. "Whoever thought of that was a sneaky bastard," Galahad said, shaking his head.

Latanie and Bors glanced at each other but didn't say anything. That had been priceless and they had been in on it. Latanie shook her head in amusement. "Another round boys?" she asked as the men nodded in agreement and the cards were dealt. That had been well worth it.

--That night--

Latanie smirked at the thought of the day's events. Lancelot had locked himself in his room and refused to come out. She walked along the top of the wall, stopping only when she saw campfires and a good amount of light coming from the opposite side. She shivered, knowing what it was. The threat had finally come to them. She scrambled down the stairs of the wall, heading towards Lancelot's room. He was the first one who came to her mind and she knew where he was. She banged on his door.

"What do you want!" Lancelot snapped.

"Lancelot, come quick!" she yelled and banged more until Lancelot opened the door.

"What is it?" he asked in irritation, earning a light slap from Latanie.

"Don't you talk to me like that. There are Saxons," she said firmly.

"How do you know this?" Lancelot asked but didn't receive an answer as Latanie grabbed his hand and dragged him to the wall. She pulled him up the stairs and onto the top of the wall, pointing at the lights. "Oh no," Lancelot breathed, his eyes widening at the sight before him. He looked around and spotted Jols. "Jols! Fetch Arthur!" he shouted and watched the man hurry off. He subconsciously held Latanie's hand in his own. Realizing what he was doing, he let go. "Sorry," he mumbled and looked away.

Latanie hesitated slightly but slipped her hand back into his. "Don't be," she said quietly and looked at the Saxons. "I was the one who plotted what happened earlier today," she blurted.

Lancelot's gaze shot to her. "You are lucky I do not push you over the side of the wall," he hissed, letting go of her hand and turning away from her.

"I'm not sorry for what I did Lancelot, if you're trying to get an apology from me. You broke my heart, so I plotted a little bit. Even then, I do not think that 'punishment' was enough to express exactly how much you wounded me," Latanie retorted quietly, staring at Lancelot's back.

"I didn't meant to wrong you, Latanie," Lancelot said. "I was so drunk I couldn't stand straight."

"Don't say it like that. It makes it sound as if you forced me to your bed," Latanie requested, still staring at him.

"I hurt you so bad, I might as well have," Lancelot retorted, turning to look at her. His amber eyes gazed deeply into her cerulean. He gently cupped her cheek in his large hand, rubbing it with his thumb. He sighed and looked away. His hand dropped to his side and he was about to speak again with Arthur and Guinevere hurried to the wall.

"Have fun?" Latanie questioned, looking at them. "Only asking because, I mean, your shirt's inside out. Usually that only happens when one takes their shirt off." She gestured to Arthur's shirt.

The Commander blushed but didn't say anything. His gaze drifted to the Saxon army camped on the other side of the wall. This couldn't be happening He turned to gaze to the group that had assembled before him. "Knights. My journey with you must end here. May God go with you," he said and turned on his heel, going down the steps.

Lancelot glanced at Guinevere and Latanie before heading after Arthur. "Arthur. This is not Rome's fight. This is not your fight," he called after the Commander.

Latanie heard no more of the conversation. She looked at Guinevere, shaking her head. The anger and hatred she felt for Guinevere didn't show in the midst of their chaos.

"Take care of him for he is your last life line," Guinevere said.

"Excuse me?" Latanie asked, glaring at her.

"Lancelot is the only reason you live, am I wrong?" Guinevere questioned.

Latanie hesitated slightly. "You are wrong. I live for a purpose that is beyond your understanding."

Guinevere laughed quietly. "So, you think you're Arthur, is that it? You are a Sarmatian woman dragged away from her home at a young age. You have seen bloodshed that no woman should. You act like your fellow brothers-in-arms: noble, selfless, and proud."

Latanie's hand curled into a fist. "For your information, I was not dragged away from my home. I came willingly to Hadrian's Wall. I gave up my free will for this life and I do not regret it." Latanie paused. "And Arthur lives for a cause that is beyond anyone's knowledge. He is a good man who has protected me over the course of the years, acting like the older brother I never had." She shook her head and looked away. "Why am I telling you this? You have no right to know."

"Because I am a Woad?" Guinevere asked calmly.

"Because you are not worthy of Arthur's love. You hurt him by making out with Lancelot outside my door," Latanie snarled, rounding on Guinevere. "He did his best to make you happy and you shoved it all back in his face. I warn you now, Guinevere. You hurt Arthur in any way, shape, or form, your ass will be mine. Not even Merlin will be able to keep you out of harm's way." Latanie turned on her heel and hurried down the stairs. She limped strongly forward, her ankle throbbing. She still wasn't supposed to be up and doing vigorous activity. Like that had ever stopped her, a Knight of the Round Table.

Lancelot looked devastated as he stood where Arthur had left him. He raised his gaze to Latanie as she limped over to him. He took her into his arms and held her close against his firm body. "We leave tomorrow, pack your things," he said and let go of her. He turned and walked away into the shadows to go back to his own room.

Latanie shook her head, appalled by everything that was happening. She looked to the sky and studied the stars that dotted it. She knew her uncle, whom she had been very close to, was up there. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing out warm air into the cold atmosphere. "Why?" she whispered to the wind before opening her eyes and tilting her head down. There was nothing she could do but hope everything turned out alright. She turned and limped back towards her chamber, a horrid feeling settling deep in her stomach.

A/N: Well? I found this chapter to be one of my favorite ones. I hope you guys enjoyed it! R&R please!