Chapter 8:

I decided that I wanted to train though yet I still felt a bit tired and strained. I walked towards the fighting arena to where we have had so many of our training and practices here.

I pulled my sword out as I got into stance and began to practice parry's and thrusts to the sound of my beating heart, the frustration and pain that had been building up was thrown into the practice that went on now.

Everyone else had gone to sleep no doubt and I knew that the knights were either to bed or wallowing in drink. I glanced up at the light that was on in Lancelot's room and I saw his sillouete as he paced back and forth, no doubt battling with himself.

Sighing in frustration I placed myself into practicing once again as I spun with the sword arched over my head in a graceful arch as I breathed calmly as I tried to place myself in a more concentrating position as I gracefully seem to float, my gown flaring around me.

I was so intent in my training that I did not see that I was being watched by a pair of very intense brown eyes from the corner.

I was picturing that devil saxon as I swung again and thrusted into nothing but air, hearing to my satisfaction the whistle of my sword then I thrusted again and spun with a arch that to my surprise it came crashing with a clang against a pair of familiar blades. Startled I looked up into the eyes of Lancelot who's brown eyes burned within my own and I knew that he wasn't here to make up but yet to deal with his anger the best way he knew how, battle.

I didn't fear him for if anyone else besides Tristan could match with Lancelot's fighting skills it was I. I had fought him once and won.

I slipped my sword free from the hold his twin blades had and held it up threatingly in front of me as I bounced on the heels of my feet as I watched him to see what he was planning.

He watched me sadly yet I saw a grin begun to form upon his lips as his eyes twinkled then he stood up, placing his twin blades upon the ground as he seemed to claim defeat, caustiously I eyed him to see what his plan was.

"Fight me Lancelot" I ordered gently. He shook his head, weither in disagreement or in amusement I knew not but I just watched him.

"Fight me" I ordered again a bit louder but to my annoyance he shook his head then I sighed and let my guard down, lowered my sword on the ground as well and I turned to walk away when out of the corner of my eye I saw him bring one blade down but I quickly raised my sword up and blocked his blow, gazing into his shocked yet satisfied gaze then with a yell none of done before I threw his blade out of his hand and knocked him down and before he had a chance I held the tip of my blade at his throat as he looked at me shocked.

I breathed heavily as I gazed into his eyes which I saw was still stirring with hurt and disbelief then I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I gazed at him, I sighed in frustration and lowered my blade once more as I began to back away, I turned to leave.

"Your letting emotion get in the way" came his cocky reply. I spun around to face him with my eyes shooting fire. I was furious with the way he was acting at this moment. Saxons resided on the other side of this wall and he only seemed to care that I held priority's higher then what mattered the most between us at that moment, love.

"You seem quite aware of that, then what would you call what you are doing? socializing?" I shot back. I was angry, I wanted a fight or to be left alone, either one would suffice.

Lancelot smirked at me which was starting to become quite irritating. He stepped forth but I did something I never thought I would do, I held up my sword to ward him off which he froze in his tracks as he cocked his head to a side with the smirk still upon his face.

"I warn you Lancelot, I am not in any mood to be trifiled with at the moment, you stand in front of me with no chance to defend myself. If I dont stand by my brother then who will Lancelot? You have so less faith in me Lancelot?" I wondered passionately.

Lancelot shook his head as he growled in frustration then he stalked towards me, grasping my shoulders as I gave a gasp of shock as he pushed me against the wall, startled I looked up into his eyes which burned with fiery ambers that I felt my knees go weak. I know it was a bit odd to desire this moment but nothing mattered more to me then for him to show his emotion once and for all.

Lancelot normally never opened up, it was quite rare when he did for he was a man that kept to himself yet when it came to Arthur or I he seemed to loosen up and also open up.

I reached out to stroke his cheek but he pushed my hand away and he pinned my arms against the wall as I tried to reason with him.

"Lancelot your frightening me" I murmured. He nearly chuckled at that which I thought was a bit odd for he never seemed to act this way.

"Oh I'm frightening you now am I? What do you think tomorrow will be like?" he asked demandingly. I narrowed my eyes at him trying to scare me to where it would change my mind and go with them. I pushed him back away from me as I glared at him.

"I am no coward Lancelot, you know this better then anyone yet you want me to flee? You have your freedom, you may go if you wish but if you have any faith in me or our love that you proclaim to have then believe that I and Arthur will return!" I remarked loudly. He held his hand up to tell me to lower my voice and I realized that I was letting my temper show.

Lancelot sighed then he slumped in defeat as he looked at me sadly. "You truly believe that I do not love you?" he asked, a tad bit hurt. I sighed at the irony of this whole situation then I saw Vanora stick her head out the window above us.

"Oh for heavens sakes! You both love one another dearly now in order to save that love sacrifices have to be made. Now go to sleep the both of you!" she hissed impatiently. I saw to my amusement Bor's reach out for her and pulled her within the room once again and I heard giggling as I turned back towards Lancelot who was trying not to laugh.

"I believe there going for number 12" he remarked. I chuckled then looked at Lancelot sadly as he too shared my very gaze then he pulled me to him for a passionate kiss that lite me down to my soul and I went to kiss him back when he pulled back and without even a goodbye he walked away and left me to stand there in complete shock at what happened.

I stared up in heaven to ask god what to do with this exasperating man then I decided that it was time to go to sleep and prepare for the departure of the knights and also the battle that laid ahead.