A/N: Okay, this story has basically gone down the drain. As you will be able to tell, I lost all inspiration at the end of this. In your review, tell me whether or not I should keep this up for others to read.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with King Arthur

Chapter 6: Fairy Tales

"W-What?" Lancelot stammered, staring at his daughter.

"I love him, Father," Neyanna said stubbornly. She stared him in the eyes. Everyone slowed down and stopped. Their eyes were stuck on the father and daughter with intensity.

"T-That can't be. How?" Lancelot asked.

"He's kind once you get to know him. Outside he acts sadistic and cruel but if you get to know him, he's a brilliant young man who doesn't want to fight but carry on his father's legend – like I want to carry on yours," Neyanna answered.

Lancelot lowered his swords and stared at Brin with a sense of disbelief. He glanced back at Neyanna, who was still looking at him.

Latanie made her way over, out of breath. She stared between her husband and daughter. Had she heard correctly? She couldn't believe this. "Neyanna," she breathed.

"I have made my decision. Respect it or don't but that is your choice," Neyanna said stubbornly.

"Let her go, Father," Lance's voice appeared. He rode up with Kallie behind him. He stared at Lancelot and Latanie calmly.

"With the enemy?" Lancelot asked, breathless. "With someone who had intentions of killing her?" His voice formed into that of a snarl.

Arthur approached, glaring at Brin. "With someone who had intentions of using her wrongly." Excalibur was tight in his grip as he stared at her.

"Please," Neyanna pleaded quietly.

Lancelot sheathed his swords. "If you wish to meet your death, so be it. Just know that I love you, Neyanna," he said, gently touching her arms before turning on his heel to stride over to his horse.

Latanie looked at the ground for a moment. "He'll accept it soon enough. But, what about the Rebel army?" she asked, looking at Brin.

Brin couldn't believe his ears. They weren't going to kill him? He looked at Latanie. "They'll disband."

"You'll be shun everywhere," Latanie said. "You're an ex-enemy."

"I'll take it." Brin looked at Neyanna, who looked at him with affection.

Latanie nodded and turned, following after Lancelot.

Lance gave Neyanna a smile.

--Years Later--

Lance smiled down at his new bride, Kallie. The two were stuck together like glue and there wasn't a chance they would ever part. He leaned down and gently kissed Kallie on the lips. "I love you, Kallie."

"I love you too, Lance," Kallie said.

"Look at that," Bors said, nudging Lancelot. "He didn't turn out to be like you." He laughed, taking another drink of wine, despite Vanora's urging not to. It didn't look like he really cared though.

"That would've been scary," Latanie said.

"Aye," Arthur responded, smiling at Lancelot, who had a mock scowl on his features.

"Where's Neyanna?" Gawain asked.

"Off dancing with Brin," Galahad answered, pointing.

Neyanna was leaning against Brin gently. Her eyes were partially closed.

"Things do end well, like fairy tales," Brin said, looking at her.

"Some things," Neyanna said, smiling softly. She closed her eyes and moved with Brin's sway.

The End

A/N: Worse ending ever . Tell me your truthful opinions. I wasn't pleased with the ending but I truly don't have the inspiration to write this anymore. Should I keep this story up or take it down?