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 10

"Thousands?" Arthur said in horror, he'd fought many a man before, though this all seemed too sudden since the Saxons and Baden Hill. There was so much to do, so many things to digest. If there really was thousands of Romans headed this way they need to start preparing. Merlin would need to be contacted, and he'd never particularly liked Merlin's company. He let out an exasperated sigh as he watched Kaiden nod her in answer.

"If the weather is clear they'll attack at night fall with the cover of darkness."

Bors shifted in his chair uncomfortably. "Tell us, how you know so much about the Roman army's tactics?" he asked, giving her a questioning glance.

"I spent much time with my brothers learning their skills, and I have read many accounts of past battles. The Romans use brute force when attacking a stronghold such as this; it is very rare for them to use deception unless someone such as the Emperor is involved. I couldn't help but overhear Lancelot; did u say Heceladies was in charge of a battalion?"

Lancelot nodded. "Yes, I am rather confident that was the name."

Kaiden sighed, adjusting her weight to her good leg. "It is as I feared then, Heceladies is my brother… and he has not once led a battalion under five hundred men. If he is leading a battalion than I can be almost certain he'll have in his company Pasius and Batium. They are also my brothers; they are near inseparable in invasions such as these. Both have battalions of little under eight hundred."

"Over two thousand men." said Galahad visibly shuddering, "how do we compete against such a force?"

"As we did with the Saxons." said Tristan, staring vacantly off into space.

"Many of the peasants have had experience in battle before, with the Woads at our side we should have near to one and a half thousand on short notice." said Arthur grimly.

"We are outnumbered." said Gawain, stating the obvious.

Arthur nodded, his gaze flicking to Kaiden's. "Are you in knowledge of how your brother's begin a siege such as this?"

Kaiden nodded her head slowly. "It is the same every time."

"… Are you willing to betray your country by giving us this information?"

All the knight's heads swivelled to look at her, Arthur's words were finally sinking in. She would be murdering her brothers for a country she had come to not four days ago. The emperor, her father had sent her to her death, and she had no doubt her brothers would have not bothered to interfere. There duty was to Rome not to their little sister, who could be used as a pawn for their own interests. Still, by giving Britannia this information she was condemning Rome. She looked up at the knight's desperate expressions, all eyes upon her. Though out of them all her eyes fell to Lancelot, his gaze was unwavering, filled with what looked to be a form of trust so powerful she was forced to grip onto the table in front of her.

Breaking her gaze from him she turned to Arthur, forming the words she knew would haunt her dreams and conscious for the rest of her life. "Yes, I will tell you all I know."

Arthur gave her a small smile and turned to Guinevere, telling her something inaudible. Kaiden took a step back, watching as all the knight's broke out into conversation. She was feeling ill, she'd just betrayed her country for the second time this day, but this time she was murdering thousands. "Not my country anymore." she murmured, taking another step back, though as she did her injured leg failed and buckled. She quickly saved herself before crashing to the floor; she felt blood ooze from the wound but ignored it. She looked to the door at her right and made a quick exit towards it.

She was halfway down the hall when a deep voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Kaiden." Lancelot called, forgetting formalities, for he'd never been the greatest admirer of them.

She spun around slowly, her expression stone like, though her eyes betrayed her. "Yes?" she asked, her voice wavering only slightly.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I thought my services were no longer needed." she said so calmly it was eerie.

"You just told Arthur you are willing to betray your country…" he said leaving the statement open.

A darkness clouded her eyes as she spoke her next words. "Not my country anymore."

Lancelot heard her say those words inside the hall, he hadn't been sure what she meant by it then, but now it was obvious. She was numbing her pain. Walking forward he grabbed her by the arm angrily, dragging her down an abandoned hallway. "Are you so unfeeling you care nothing for the brothers you are about to murder? Or your country men you are about to slaughter…" he yelled, watching as her face transformed into one of anger, unleashing the emotion Lancelot had been aiming for.

"Do not ever question how I feel; those are my brothers Lancelot, my own flesh and blood. I myself am murdering them, their blood is on my hands." she screamed, spinning around to stagger off, but Lancelot grabbed her by the arm and turned her back around roughly.

"Than why are you doing this? Why betray them?" he said, his voice rose. It had been the first time she'd showed any anger towards him, a human emotion of hers he was beginning to find captivating.

"Why?" she asked in mock question. "Because I believe Britannia holds something more important then Rome, here I have learnt the meaning of beauty, of freedom. Rome is nothing compared to this country. So yes, I betray Rome, my family and the people of my birth. Their faces will haunt my dreams until my last breath; the men I have killed today will be amongst them also. I will not allow you to make me feel guilty for my decision. It is the right one." she said, her voice forgetting it's anger by the end. Swiftly she turned and walked determinedly back to the hall in which she came.

Lancelot watched as she walked away and shook his head, glad he was finally able to receive an answer for what she'd agreed to. Though as she disappeared from sight he let out a small exasperated sigh, frustrated that she continued to hide her true emotions. He'd gotten his answer but not how she truly felt. He could see the guilt ridden with in her eyes, darkening and masking the pain she felt. All he wanted to do was make her admit it, that she felt pain, felt guilty. Quite frankly he didn't know what he was feeling towards her at the moment, what strange emotions he was forming for her, but he knew one thing… if they ever got out of this night alive, he'd sit her down and unlock her complex exterior little by little.

A/N another chapter down, hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the reviews!