This is a Arthur / Guinevere Lancelot/OC Tristan/OC parings

Disclaimer:- I do not own King Arthur, the characters or the previous events of the movie. I do however own Kaiden, and this new plot… but not King Arthur's characters… if that makes any sense whatsoever… any way most of the credit goes to Jerry Bruckhimer and his fantastic crew, the rest of the credit goes to history!

Chapter 3

"Your quarters my lady." said Arthur with a small smile, though it never reached his eyes Kaiden noticed. "Your have come quite a way and in this weather." he said motioning to the window in the corridor. "I suggest rest, and perhaps tomorrow you would be so kind as to join me for breakfast?" he asked, his eyes straying to the wall behind her.

Kaiden nodded, frowning slightly because Arthur didn't seem to want to look her in the eye. "Yes my lord." she said with a small curtsy.

"Good night Lady Kaiden." he said with a bow and headed off in the opposite direction.

Arthur had barely said a word leading her to her quarters, small talk such as 'it's pleasure to finally meet you' and ' I hope you enjoy your stay here.' He was only being polite, but it made her wonder if there was something else or someone else that she didn't know about. Or perhaps it was just her; maybe she wasn't pleasing to him already. She shrugged coming to the resolve that he's have to get used to her for he would be stuck with her for a very long time.

Jezebel followed her into her quarters, placing some of Kaiden's packs on the floor. "Forgive me my lady for the incident with the carriage." she spoke softly.

Kaiden turned from looking at a peculiar painting and smiled. "No harm done Jezebel, after all it was my father's initiative. You are a wonderful decoy."

Jezebel grinned widely, and Kaiden looked her over. She was a little older than Kaiden, most probably in her twenty fifth years, though she had never asked. Jezebel had been her servant since she was just ten years of age, she had never once stepped out of line, she was a wonderful servant. Though she was also a friend. Growing up in a houseful of older brothers tended to make you a little more adventurous then most girls of Rome. So every once and while she'd need Jezebel to help her sneak back into the palace late at night with out being notice by her father. Jezebel was loyal, she admired that.

"Tell me Jezebel, what do you think of Camelot?" she asked.

Jezebel put down a gown she had been folding and smiled. "It is very beautiful my lady, quite different from Rome."

Kaiden smiled. "Yes it is." she said her thoughts wondering off the woods she rode through this morning.

"If it's not to bold to say, I have a feeling you'll rather enjoy your stay here." Jezebel said, running a hand through her brown hair nervously.

"As to I." said Kaiden softly, watching Jezebel about to start folding again. "Never mind that Jezebel, get some rest."

Jezebel nodded. "Good night my lady." she said retreating out of her quarters.

Kaiden sighed as the door closed, leaving her in her quarters by herself, they were small but they would suffice, a fire burned softly to her right and a large window to her left showed the pure splendour of Camelot, just by looking a the vast plains before her, she knew for certain she'd not regret coming here.

Morning, Camelot's Dining room

"Lady Kaiden." announced Jols, bowing before Arthur, and as he moved away Kaiden walked in behind him, wearing a simple blue gown. She curtsied as Arthur stood, and they were both seated at opposite ends of the table.

"Did you rest well?" Arthur asked, making polite conversation as a bowl of porridge was set before them.

Kaiden nodded. "Very well my lord." she said, eating a small spoonful. Silence fell around them as they ate, and Kaiden inwardly frowned at the lack of connection they had. He was a polite, strong man, with pure leadership qualities, he was everything a women could hope for though in her heart she found herself wanting something else. Perhaps a distraction may put her mind in better spirits. "With your permission my lord, I would very much like to explore Camelot and it's outer walls." she said speaking up.

Arthur looked up from his porridge that he seemed to find extremely intriguing and smiled. "Of course, I'll send my knights with you."

Kaiden shook her head. "Oh there is no need to trouble them, I am an able rider and I shall take my maid with me... if you approve." she quickly added, not wanting to sound to bold in front of him.

Arthur nodded at her spirit, she was strong willed. "Very well, though I would ask you a favour, tonight there is a banquet in your honour I'd very much like it if you attended?"

Kaiden smiled softly. "Yes my lord, it would be an honour."

Outside Camelot's walls

Lancelot smirked as Bors for the third time that day had told them of his youngest songs antics with his father's sword.

"Lachlan couldn't even stand with it, fell flat on his arse." he bellowed, chuckling loudly. Next to him Galahad was in a fit of laughter at Bor's clear happiness. Tristan looked unreadable as always and Gawain was rolling his eyes at hearing the story for the third time that day.

They had just returned from a training session, even though the times seemed peaceful they knew it wouldn't last forever, they had to be ready. Lancelot slowed his horse to a slow walk and the other Knights followed suit. Up ahead her saw two figures riding towards them and turned to Tristan who nodded slowly, acknowledging their presence.

As the figures grew closer Lancelot recognised who they were almost instantly. "Lady Kaiden." Galahad said softly, and all the knights nodded.

"What's she doing this far out?" Galahad asked, which he got no answer to, because they rode past, Kaiden smiling in acknowledgment and her maid doing the same.

Lancelot watched her ride past, her blonde hair flicking behind her as he horse galloped by. She is beautiful, even for a Roman. He quickly shook the thought from his head and turned to Galahad. "Most probably spying Galahad, surely the Romans are in need of one."

Gawain rolled his eyes again. "For goodness sake Lancelot you are too paranoid."

"Should we follow?" asked Tristan, surprising them all as he seemed to agree with Lancelot.

"We should not." Gawain almost yelled. "Leave them be, I'm certain they have permission from Arthur, it's not like they'd be riding back to Rome with nothing but the clothes on their back!"

Lancelot shrugged, hesitating. Gawain was right, they need not follow, besides he was certain Arthur would have his head if he did.

A/N Hi all thanks for your reviews again! this chapter was little longer! hope you enjoy it!