A/N: Gah, more writer's block. Just so you all know, I start school on September 7th, Thursday, and I cannot get on the computer or any electronic device Monday through Thursday unless it's for school. It sucks, I know, but that's the parents' rules. I'll sneak on if I can and update but if not, look for updates Friday through Sunday.

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SupernaturalKnight88: I'm glad you thought that it wasn't boring :) I hope this one won't be too boring either. Writer's block is a pain in the butt sometimes. Enjoy!

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WitheringSage: Yes, I know! I couldn't believe it and I was writing it! Desperate men do things they normally wouldn't –pats Lancelot- So, he what he thought he'd never do. Enjoy this next chapter!

Chapter 4: In Your Eyes

A sigh escaped Neyanna's chapped lips as she raised her gaze to observe everything around her. These were people just like her and her family. They were busy doing chores, making food, and playing. But, wasn't this a rebel army? Of course it was. It looked more like a village from her point of view. She spotted a group of children playing in a small pen. Those must be captured children. She doubted the Woads would lock up their own kind.

"Now, are you ready to tell your father's plans to us?" Brin's voice appeared.

Neyanna glanced at him. "He never allowed me into the room when he discussed his plans. I think he feared that this was going to happen. As if I would expel his secrets anyways," she said. Part of this was true. Lancelot had never let her go into the meetings with him but she was sure he didn't fear losing her to Woads. She cried out as Brin backhanded her.

"Sir, we must be careful. I'm sure she has a head wound for last night," the Woad that had come to her before said, setting a tray of food down before Neyanna.

"Very well," Brin muttered thickly. "You will spill it all in time. What is your name?"

"Yeah, right," Neyanna mumbled and looked at the food. Her stomach growled, reminding her of how empty it was. She looked up at the other Woad. "Name's Neyanna. I can't eat it with my hands tied." She figured there was no sense lying about her name. She watched Brin turn and walk away.

"I will feed you," the Woad said and squatted down, spooning the food into Neyanna's mouth.

"Thank you," Neyanna whispered, her cheek swollen and her head throbbing.

"No problem," the Woad responded and straightened up.

"Who are you?" Neyanna asked.

The Woad hesitated. "Melanie, Guinevere's sister," she responded.

"You are waging war against your own flesh and blood?" Neyanna questioned, confused. She would never wage war against Lance unless it was out of play – like a snowball fight.

"All will be revealed soon enough," Melanie responded before going off to tend to her other chores.

As the time passed, Neyanna felt her gaze straying to Brin frequently. She noticed how blue his eyes were. They were like glimmering sapphires or the surface of a lake on a bright day. His hair was black like the night sky and was rather short. She figured he must cut it. He was physically attractive although she was still unsure of his personality. She looked away as he walked over. "I refuse to talk to you," she said.

"That's fine," he answered, shrugging. "Tis a pity you are being like this, Neyanna. Tis also a pity you will have to die. You would make a fine wife."

Neyanna's gaze jerked to him. "For you? Or for any man?"

"For any man," he said simply and turned to walk.

"Why did you come to me? What use was I to you before you found out whose blood flowed through my veins?" she questioned.

He stopped short and turned to look at her. "You were lying injured, near death on the floor of the forest. We were hoping to recruit you."

"What if I had refused to fight?" she snarled.

"Then you would've been killed on the spot. Doesn't matter now that you have spoken of your origins. We will show you to Arthur and kill you before his eyes. It will anger him enough to bring him forward," Brin answered.

Yeah, and an army the size of a territory… plus my true father. Stupid she thought bitterly.

"If that is my fate so be it," she responded quietly. Now would be the time for a good escape plan but she had no clue how to get out of the ropes or how to escape. She looked down at the ground beneath her.

"So be it," Brin echoed. "We move tomorrow to present our prisoner."

Tomorrow? That soon? Neyanna's head spun. It would take a few days to get out in the front of the wall and set up camp at least. She let a loud sigh escape her lips. Her family must be frantically searching for her.

--To The Wall--

Latanie woke with a groan, rolling over only to accidentally hit Lancelot in the face with her hand. She heard him mumble something and sat up. "Wha?"

"Yer and is on meh face," he said, his words still muffled by her hand.

"Oops, sorry sweetheart," Latanie said sleepily, removing her hand from his face. She laid back down, her head on his chest. She snuggled up against him, feeling his hand loop around her back to hold her there.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"As well as I could," Latanie answered quietly, drawing invisible patterns on his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too, Lat," Lancelot said softly, stroking her hair.

Latanie sighed and rested her hand on his chest beside her head. "Can we send a search party?" she asked.

"I'm afraid not my love. We'll get her back, don't worry," Lancelot assured her, gently pressing his lips up against her temple.

Latanie nodded and cuddled against him. She sat up when she heard stifled laughter in the living room. "What was that?"

"Kallie apparently spent the night. She and Lance were asleep on the couch when I brought you home," Lancelot said, frowning.

Latanie instantly looked at him.

"I doubt they did anything, my love. I'll talk to him about it later though. Now we have more important things to think about," Lancelot said, sitting up himself. He gently kissed Latanie on the lips and got out of bed.

Latanie said and laid back down, covering her face with her hands.

--Next Day--

Neyanna huffed as she swung up on Kythe. She steadied him, patting his strong shoulder. "We must ride with them today, boy," she said. Her right cheek was swollen and bruised from yesterday. A minor headache throbbed in her temple with every beat her heart made. Thankfully, Melanie had cleaned her up.

She looked up as they started. She asked Kythe to walk, instantly being boxed in by a couple of Woads. So they didn't trust her. That was probably a good thing on their part. She sighed softly as they continued along the beaten path that would lead them around the main forces of Arthur's army. It would take a few days to take the long way but it would be best. She caught Brin's gaze and he gave her a soft look. She snorted and looked away. She felt as if she had butterflies in her stomach and they wouldn't go away.

"Love comes in all forms," Melanie's voice appeared as she rode up alongside Neyanna.

"Excuse me?" Neyanna asked, frowning.

"I see it in your eyes. You think he's handsome but you're unsure," Melanie said simply, shrugging.

Neyanna shifted. "I assure you, you are incorrect. He is planning on killing me. Why would I love him?"

"You cannot control your heart," Melanie replied and moved her horse forward.

Neyanna stared after her, wondering exactly how right she was. She looked down at Kythe's black coat. She patted him again and looked forward. She caught Brin staring at her. It seemed every time she looked at him, he was staring. It made her slightly uncomfortable.

That night, they set up camp in the shelter of the shadows. She clumsily dismounted from Kythe, accidentally bumping into Brin. "My apologies," she said, turning around to see him. A glare was set on her features as he supported her by the upper arm.

"It's alright," he replied. "I came over to see if you're ready to talk."

"I'm not going to talk to you so let it go. Or are you merely looking for a reason to talk to me?" Neyanna asked, her gaze softening.

Her words appeared to catch Brin off guard. "N-No, of course not," he stammered.

"You're not as tough as you wish to be, Brin. Be yourself and give up on the attack at the Wall," Neyanna said quietly before turning back to Kythe. She led the stallion away, leaving Brin to stand there speechless.

A/N: Short, I know. Sorry guys. I wanted to get this out. R&R please!