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
I'll just explain something so it makes it a little clearer in this chapter. After the battle of Baden Hill, Arthur kind of rules Britannia though Rome still has a very minuscule sway over Arthur… it is very small though. So Rome pretty much wants complete control and rule over Britannia to expand their empire. All the knights are free men though; they just chose to stay with Arthur.
Please note, the Italics in this chapter meana flash back
Chapter 9
Arthur was pacing furiously, almost burning a hole in the impenetrable stone floor. His expression was a mixture of anger, anxiety and betrayal as Lancelot entered the room which first held the round table. He let out a small cough to signify to Arthur that he was present.
Arthur quickly stopped pacing and motioned for him to sit with the rest of his knights. To his Left Guinevere stood uneasily against the wall, watching the meeting with concerned eyes.
"Tell us what you know." said Arthur as calmly as possible. Lancelot could see him restraining himself from attacking him with an onslaught of questions but he refrained.
Lancelot cleared his throat. "I suppose the most logical place to start is the beginning." he said with a small smile, though none of the knights reflected his expression. "I've been following Kaiden closely for the last two and a half days; Tristan and I were convinced something was not as it seemed with her. So I was following her on her daily ride out about two miles east of Haidren's wall…"
"What?" said Arthur, abruptly cutting him off. "I did not give you permission to follow her anywhere."
Lancelot was about to retort when Guinevere made herself verbally known. "Right now I think there are more pressing matters Arthur." she said, her tone strong but also respectful. Arthur nodded in silence and motioned for him to carry on.
"so…one thing led to another and I was left with out a horse in the middle of the forest. I was making my way back to the wall when I heard footsteps behind me…"
Lancelot rolled his eyes as Kaiden asked what his horse was doing out here and led him out of the forest. He had two choices, either admit he had been following her for the last two days or suffer through the rain. He chose the latter. There was a flash of lighting just overhead and he inwardly cursed, it was two miles back to Hadrian 's Wall and he was certain he wouldn't make it back before the stormy weather began.
He commenced his journey back, trudging noisily through the forest. He was frustrated, not only at himself, but at Tristan for every suggesting to follow her. So far he'd seen no incriminating evidence to convict her, he was almost certain now it was a hopeless cause.
He ran a hand through his unruly black hair and sighed, he was about to mutter another curse to Arthur's god and whatever else existed out there when he heard a twig snap behind him.
He stopped hastily, spinning around and came face to face with none other than a hare. He laughed loudly, turning back around only to met with a large rock to the side of his head. His world went black immediately.
Lancelot woke to a agonizing throbbing in the side of his head, he went to place a hand on it to stop the ache when he realised his hands and feet where bound. He forced himself up quickly, forgetting the ache and taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. He was sitting five meters from a fire in which five Roman soldiers sat around, the leader looking to be in deep conversation with his men.
Lancelot inched a little closer and strained to hear there conversation.
"…Heceladies said he was in charge of at least fifty men in his battalion and he said all together there was well over two hundred. Arthur will be completely unawares when the weather clears; we will take him by surprise and expand the empire to Britannia." The leader said, removing his helmet and sitting back against a tree trunk. "Arthur." he said with a chuckle. "I hear all his knights are heathens but they take orders from a follower of Pelages."
One of the soldiers shifted uncomfortably. "I've heard stories of his knights and their battle against the Saxons; they were like ghosts they say."
The leader laughed. "Ghosts, I heard that one over there from half a mile back, cussing and stomping through the forest. Some knight." he said throwing a look Lancelot's way. "So he's awake." he said, seeing Lancelot's upright form. The four soldiers turned and stared at him with amused looks.
"What do you say men? Do we exorcise ourselves a ghost?" he asked, and all four men chuckled.
The leader walked forward, flowed closely by his men. He grabbed a hold of Lancelot's neck and squeezed tightly. "Men, throw this man near the fire, I'll get rid of this knight." he said toying with his knife.
The four men grabbed a hold of him, Lancelot putting up a mighty struggle, but being tied and largely outnumbered affected him greatly. After the men inflicted several blows to his ribs they threw him down like a sack of rocks, untying him and their leader took a step behind him, grabbing the back of his head. He slid the knife across the sensitive skin of Lancelot's neck and grinned. "The mighty Samarian Knight, not so mighty now."
"…and that's when Kaiden shot an arrow through the leader's forehead." he said recounting the events. "She shot another two, and I made quick work of the others. One of them figured out where she was and she received an arrow in her upper leg… and that's when we returned here." he said, not wishing to dwell upon the fact she's killed three of her country men or the fact she passed out from the vast amount of blood loss.
"How can we be certain that she was not part of this ploy the whole time?" asked Galahad, frowning sceptically.
Lancelot sighed, rolling his eyes. "Perhaps you do not recall when I said she shot three Romans… or have you forgotten which country she comes from so soon?" he said, and Galahad blushed slightly at his foolishness.
Arthur raised a hand to silence them, digesting all the new information. Guinevere was beside him saying something the knights couldn't hear. Though he was nodding, seeming to agree with what she was saying. Finally he spoke to them, bringing with him an air of confidence. "The Romans have forgotten that we are no simple rabble of knights and peasants. We have an alliance with the Woads. If Rome wishes to send forth an army of such small proportion then so be it. We must not forget knights, that we took on an army of Saxons, more then ten times the size of this one. The Romans won't penetrate the wall."
The sound of someone clearing their throat caused all the knights to turn towards the door. Kaiden now stood in an unbloodied gown, leaning against the doorframe for support. It was clear that Jezebel beside her was trying to offer her help, but she was refusing.
"If I may say a piece my lord?" she asked, her gaze steely and determined.
Arthur nodded, surprised at her expression. "Of course, what say you? Why would Rome now want Britannia, after all this time?"
"They desires anywhere with land... My father is most likely unhappy with the people's loyalty to Britannia and wishes more people loyal and subservient to Rome."
She walked into the room, refusing to limp though it caused her great pain. Standing at the side of the table her gaze fell upon the knights. "I fear this may be a trap… what Lancelot heard may just be another ruse or perhaps not the whole story. My father is not a dim-witted man; he has fought many battles and has no doubt heard of the Woads peace with Britannia. To the Romans, Britannia had always been a mighty country, one of great envy. They will not simply send two hundred men, nor mere hundredes...they will send thousands."
A/N if I have any of my facts wrong I'm extremely sorry. Thanks again for your reviews! They keep me writing!