A/N: Okay! Here is the next chapter! I'm trying to decide what to do and I want your guys' thoughts. I can have two more chapters on this story and then finish it, making a sequel to it OR I can continue with my idea in this story. What would you guys prefer? Oh, disclaimer. I don't own anything but Latanie.

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Readerfreak10: Lol, you really want those children. Well, here is the next chapter for you and I think you will enjoy it ;)

Chapter 14: A Living Legend

--Weeks Later--

Latanie's fingers were interlaced with Lancelot's as she stood beside him on the cliff that overlooked the sea. A scar now marked where she had taken the blow for the man she loved. It would forever be her reminder that life is precious and not to be wasted on silly things. Now fully healed, she could enjoy the horseback rides and leisurely time she had with Lancelot. Now was no time for games or fun – now was the time for an important ceremony. Her golden hair was back behind her shoulders, a section of it braided and laid over the rest, which was loose and straight. She wore the cerulean dress with silver ivy mesh. Her equally cerulean eyes remained fixed on her brother, Arthur, and Guinevere. Although her distaste for Guinevere was still strong, she had come to like a few things about the woman. Certainly not her mouth, but having another woman around wasn't all bad.

Lancelot stood beside her proudly, dressed in his best armor. His head was held high as he watched his best friend stand beside the woman he had loved. Had was the keyword. His curly black hair was as neat as it could be, hanging at times in his auburn eyes. His armor was cleaned, free of stains, and shined to the best of his ability. His swords lay strapped to his back. If anyone didn't know any better, they would say he had an air of a Prince. He glanced down at Latanie for a moment, gently squeezing her hand.

She gently squeezed back, glancing at him in return. She smiled easily at him and glanced back down to see Merlin making his way down the row of people holding torches. This was it. She watched Guinevere take the cup from him and drink from it before handing it to Arthur. She silently wanted to gag at the thought of them sharing spit but she said nothing. She grinned as Arthur and Guinevere glanced at them before looking back to Merlin as he spoke.

"Arthur. Guinevere. Our people are one. As you are," the old man said.

Latanie rolled her eyes as Arthur and Guinevere met in a deep kiss. She squeaked in surprise as Lancelot's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him and his lips. She smiled as he kissed her passionately. Pulling away, she listened to everyone clapping for Arthur. "Should we tell them?"

"After Arthur makes his speech. I know he has one," Lancelot said, chuckling.

Latanie laughed quietly. "I have a feeling you're right," she said, touching her forehead to his.

They both straightened up as Arthur and Guinevere moved forward, facing everyone. "King Arthur!" Merlin shouted.

"Hail Arthur!" everyone spoke, bowing.

Even the knights bowed although they were sure Arthur would give them the what for later on. "Let every man, woman, child bear witness that from this day all Britons will be united in one common cause," Arthur said, drawing Excalibur from his side.

"Arthur! Arthur!" everyone chanted, rising.

"Artorius!" Bors shouted, unsheathing his sword before putting it against his chest.

Latanie and Lancelot smiled, each grabbing one of Lancelot's swords. They tugged them free and pointed them at the sky. "Arthur!" they both shouted, a smile on their faces. They nodded to him as he smiled before directing the arrows to be shot. The two sheathed Lancelot's swords before looking to the King and Queen.

"Arthur, if I may, Latanie and I have an announcement of our own to make," Lancelot said, stepping forward with Latanie in hand.

"Speak now my friend," Arthur said.

"Latanie and I are to be wed," Lancelot said. "As of four days ago." The crowd had gone quiet but soon sprang up in murmur and congratulation for the two knights.

"Congratulations!" Arthur exclaimed, smiling.

"And, if I may, I have my own announcement," Latanie said.

They all looked at her, confused. Even Lancelot did not know what she was talking about. "Speak then, Latanie, my sister," Arthur said, nodding.

"You all can expect a little Lancelot in forty weeks," Latanie said, smiling.

There was a stunned silence as Lancelot stood there with his mouth agape – Arthur in the same position. This caused Latanie to laugh as she gently touched Lancelot's face. "That is what happens when our lusty knight gets ahead of himself," she said teasingly.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah," Lancelot stammered.

There was a whistle from Bors. "Atta boy, Lance!" he shouted, causing Latanie to laugh and the crowd to join in. "Just don't have eleven," Bors added in, earning a slap on the shoulder from Vanora.

Arthur shook his head. "So many surprises in one day," he said, smiling now. He walked over to the two and gently patted Lancelot's shoulder before hugging Latanie. "You both will make fine parents."

"Unless Lancelot corrupts the poor child first," Bors said, laughing.

"Lancelot will make a fine father," Latanie said and wrapped her arms around Lancelot's neck.

Lancelot had finally closed his mouth. Were they truly ready? Perhaps they were. He smiled. "I'm sure the one who would be doing the corrupting is you, Bors," he teased and wrapped his arms around Latanie's waist. "Now, you know what this means right? You can't do any rigorous. You can't do anything dangerous. Nothing. You'll be resting constantly," he said.

Latanie groaned. "Arthur, control him," she said, looking at Arthur. "Command him not to make me do that."

Arthur chuckled. "Carry on, Lancelot. Carry on." He turned to Guinevere and smiled softly. "Guess what part is next?"

"Dance," Latanie said, laughing.

"Oh my. Just don't step on my feet," Lancelot teased.

"Shall we? Everyone into the courtyard," Arthur said, moving with Guinevere.

As the knights passed, they clapped Lancelot on the shoulder and gently touched Latanie's in congratulations. They all moved swiftly into the courtyard where there was musicians. Latanie wrapped her arms around Lancelot, swaying back and forth with him to the music.

"So, we're really going to be parents?" Lancelot asked.

Latanie smiled softly. "Yes, we are." She gently kissed him on the lips. "It'll be fine. I know it will be a bit trying at first but we'll get through it." She rested her head on Lancelot's shoulder as they swayed. She looked up as the first dance ended. "That didn't seem very long."

Lancelot shook his head and looked up as Arthur approached.

"If I may?" Arthur asked, holding his hand out to Latanie.

Latanie nodded and looked at Lancelot. "Have fun, don't get too drunk," she said softly, giving him another kiss before taking Arthur's hand.

Lancelot smiled. "Nah, not tonight." He went off to find the other knights.

Latanie shook her head and turned to Arthur, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Quite the party you have here, my brother," she said as they moved.

"Yes. I must say, it was a pleasant surprise to hear your announcements. I wish you the best," Arthur said softly. "If you need anything, you know I'm here." His green eyes rested on Latanie's face as she nodded. "Hopefully I won't have to kick him into place."

"You won't. I think the last… event… was enough to scare him into place," Latanie said, shaking her head. "Thank you, Arthur, for everything. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here right now. I would be stuck in Sarmatia, possibly dead or worse." She looked up at Arthur to see a smile on his face.

"I knew from the start I had made the right decision. You didn't disappoint me – went beyond expectations to tell you the truth. I know the both of you will excel in life beyond fighting. I pray that you will not have to face battle after your child is born," Arthur said, grimacing slightly.

"You and your praying," Latanie said, shaking her head. "I will battle if called on. I will do all I may to keep you and this kingdom safe."

Arthur laughed. "You're just like Lancelot," he said, shaking his head. "I know you will. I just don't want you to have to. I would feel horrible for being responsible for your death or Lancelot's death. How would I live with myself?"

"It wouldn't be your fault, Arthur. I would go into battle freely – as will Lancelot. We both would choose to fight that battle… although I have a feeling Lancelot would lock me in a room and go off himself," Latanie said, laughing.

"You're probably right," Arthur admitted, laughing as well. He pulled away as the song ended. He bowed to her, earning a curtsy in return. "I enjoyed this dance, Lady Latanie. I bid you farewell for now."

Latanie smiled. "As did I, King Arthur. Although I do not believe we need formalities. Siblings do not use them between each other." She gently kissed Arthur on the cheek before walking over to the other knights. She sighed softly as she gripped Lancelot's hand only to see him hobble a little bit to the side.

"Oh! Latanie! You startled me," he said.

"Huh? Sweetheart, why are you limping?" Latanie asked, frowning.

"Lancelot agreed to dance with this nice young lady but she kept stepping on the same foot," Bors said, laughing into his cup. "She's been after him ever sense. Poor lad."

Latanie did her best not to laugh. "My poor Lancelot," she cooed, kissing his hand. "Do you want to find a seat?"

"No," Lancelot said instantly. "Then I can't escape."

"I'll protect you," Latanie said teasingly before looking at the others. "Good to see we all made it this far in one piece." She sighed softly and rested her head on Lancelot's shoulder.

"Yes, 'tis," Gawain agreed, nodding.

"Whatever happened to your beautiful Sarmatian woman, Gawain?" Galahad asked, smirking at the other knight.

"She's standing in Lancelot's arms," Gawain teased.

"Yeah, well, she wasn't yours to begin with," Lancelot teased, kissing Latanie's cheek. "She is the only beautiful Sarmatian woman." He gently nipped at her ear, causing her to pull away from him.

"That's not true and you know it. And I'm sure I won't be so beautiful when my midsection is as round as the ball you boys kick around," she said, shaking her head.

"You'll be just as beautiful – only a bit bigger," Lancelot said, trying to make the best of what she had said only to fail miserably. This caused the others to laugh. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around her. "And you'll always be mine."

"Always," she whispered.

"Okay, okay, enough you two," Bors said, making a gagging sound. He took another drink out of his cup. He looked at the other knights. "The sky grows dark – time to settle in."

Latanie knew he was right. It had been at least hours since the ceremony. She looked at Lancelot. "Yes, I agree. I've grown rather tired," she said and yawned into her shoulder. She blinked wearily as she leaned up against him. She breathed in his scent deeply. He smelled sweetly of hay, fresh air, and apples.

"Alright," Lancelot said and swept Latanie off her feet. He leaned her against him as he made his way over to Arthur. He smiled as he halted before the King and Queen. Nodding his head, he spoke. "I believe it is time for us to turn in. We're both exhausted from today's exciting events," he said, gesturing to Latanie, who was already asleep.

Arthur chuckled. "I can see that. Alright. Good night my brother. Congratulations on your engagement and child," he said, gently clapping Lancelot on the shoulder.

"Good night, Brother. And congratulations to you on your wedding. I wish you both a long and happy life," Lancelot said, resting his forehead against Arthur's in a brotherly love gesture before turning and heading off to the quarters he and Latanie shared.

A/N: Yay! There's gonna be a little Lancelot :P R&R please!