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 4

1 mile east of Haidren's Wall

Kaiden rode her horse to a stop; leaping off enthusiastically she looked around the vivid landscape around her. With a wild grin she tied her horse to a near by tree and sprinted off into the forest, Jezebel sprinting desperately after her.

Kaiden skidded to a stop, her eye growing wide at the wonder in front of her. A water fall at least twenty feet high cascaded down into a pool of crystal clear water. It was completely secluded by a canopy of trees and within the pool she could easily make out near to fifty brightly coloured little fishes. Her grin grew as she looked back at Jezebel skidding to a stop just before she toppled into the pool.

"Look at this place." Kaiden laughed. Freedom. That was the only word she could use to describe her new sanctuary. Here she could feel pure happiness almost bursting through the awning of trees. "It's beautiful." Kaiden said absently gazing at Jezebel's mirrored features. "Never in all my life have I dreamt of such a place."

"Nor I." said Jezebel, smiling broadly.

Camelot, Fort Gardens.

"Guinevere please, this is not what I wanted, believe me when I say this." said Arthur touching her cheek tenderly. His very touch shooting shivers down her spine.Though she moved away from his touch slightly and closed her eyes.

"Merlin once told me..." she began softly. "That I would be the one to unite our people, now it seems as though that is all a lie." she said taking a step back, her brown eyes opening and within them Arthur could clearly see tears being to well.

"Please." he said taking a step forwards towards her. "I wish this wasn't so, I want to marry you Guinevere, and you are the one I love." he said desperately, this was an argument he didn't feel like he was winning, for once in his life he knew that in this battle, he wasn't coming out victorious.

"If there was a way…" said Guinevere taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. "… Would you do it...?"

Arthur hesitated, his word was withstanding, although looking at her now he could see the pain he was causing. "For you I'd do anything." he said, taking her into a warm embrace.

She tightened her grip around him, smiling widely into his shoulder. "We'll find a way…together."

Three hours later

Banquet Hall

Lancelot flicked off an imaginary piece of lint from his shoulder, adjusting his shirt uncomfortably. He hated fancy feasts, the fake smiles and greetings, especially watching what he says.

Tristan nudged him in the side, looking at him from the corner of his eyes. "Stop fidgeting." he said, a slight smile curling in the corner of his lips.

Lancelot sighed, scanning the room for someone he recognised, his eyes fell upon Arthur who stood deep in conversation with their Woad ally. He was smiling, actually smiling as full Arthur smile. Lancelot's gaze fell to their discretely intertwined hands and couldn't hide his smirk; if he didn't know better he would think they were the betrothed. Arthur was obviously in over his head.

"So I'm not the only one to notice." said Tristan, his face still expressionless, though his forehead seemed to crease slightly.

"I suppose we shouldn't really interfere, it's not really our place. Besides what people don't know can't hurt them." said Lancelot attempting to divert his gaze elsewhere.

"You really think people don't know." said Gawain approaching from behind the both of them. He and Galahad had caught the last of their conversation and instantly knew who they had been talking about. "Half the room knows." he continued in a hushed whisper.

"Do you suppose Lady Kaiden knows then?" asked Galahad, making his presence known.

"She's been here not a day, I highly doubt It." interjected Lancelot, staring idly across the room as if the conversation bored him. He was about to continue on about how it didn't really matter anyway because she was a Roman when he was cut off by the calling of said Romans name.

"May I present to you, Lady Kaiden." said Jol's voice loudly echoing throughout the room. The room fell into a silence and Lancelot found his gaze almost instantly drawn to the golden beauty making her entrance. She was smiling, though it was small and looked to be rather forced. Her eyes just didn't seem to be smiling with her Lancelot noted.

How come he even noticed? Lancelot quickly shook his head, and turned away but reluctantly found his eyes being drawn back to her. He would muse about his confused mind later; right now he was to busy being intoxicated by the mystery beneath her eyes. She was different, that much he could tell, though if she was hiding something it was unclear, she seemed to mask herself well.

His thoughts were interrupted when Arthur came forward and took her hand, saying something inaudible to her, though she nodded her head and he was leading her… leading her straight towards him…

It was only when she arrived that Lancelot noticed that it wasn't just him Arthur was leading her towards, but the knights. He quickly relaxed, replacing his expression with one of pure forced impassiveness.

He reached Gawain first and politely introduced him to her, next was Galahad who seemed to blush ferociously as Arthur told her his name. Bors was also introduced, seeming to materialise out of nothing and join them. Than it was Tristan's turn, he merely nodded his head and bowed a little in his way.

"And lastly Lancelot, my dear friend, whom I'd trust with my life." said Arthur proudly, looking at his friend with the upmost admiration. "Lancelot, may I introduce you to Lady Kaiden."

Lancelot felt his eyes meet hers and instantly regretted it, the intensity of her eyes almost made him feel weak… and Lancelot didn't like even starting to feel weak, and certainly not by a women. He broke her gaze and bowed politely, not able to speak in fear his mouth would utter something unintelligible. Arthur smiled and led her away, although as she was beginning to leave she looked back at him and smiled slightly, and all he could think about was how desperately he wished he knew what she was thinking at that moment.

A/N I apologise if this chapter is at all confusing, if you don't get some of Lancelot's musing just let me know and I'll make sense of it for you! Thanks again for the reviews.