Disclaimer: The story is a figure of my imagination, all characters, beside historic characters are made by me.

A/N: Here's the update! R&R please! I'll try to get more chapters up, but I make no promises. And, if you have any questions, comments, or anything just ask. And a note: there may be mistakes, don't worry.

Arthur's POV:

"Well Lancelot, what do you have to say about this whole ordeal?" I ask him.

"Your majesty, I acknowledge the fact that I have caused many complications, but please note that I had thought that her highness, the Princess Guinevere, was a thief, being chased by the guards. I had not noticed that she was the princess, and so because of my status, went after her. Shortly afterwards, we tumbled down. I assure you that I was only trying to do what I was taught to do, and had not heard of the Princess' planes. If I had, I would truly not have done the things I did."

Hearing his long speech had almost created a sigh, for it proved to me he was not at fault, but it was clear that many speculators were around, waiting for my response. After all, I was the king, and I do care about my dignity.

Trying to sound fair yet displeased I said, "Sir Lancelot, your explanation is acceptable, and so you shall not be punished. But take note, if any of this is to happen again, you can and will be punished most severely.

Watching the nearby speculators for any signs of laughter, or at least composed laughter, I was greatly relieved to see none. Without others knowing, I hid a smile, in triumph of saving the deal, something Leodegrance has finally re-promised me.

Ending the encounter, in fear of losing my face, I said, "Well then Sir Lancelot, I believe it is time for us to meet the beautiful princess, is it not?"

I saw the moment of shock on his face, but like his normal façade, he hid it seconds later. If I hadn't known him as well as I do, I would certainly not have noticed.

"Yes, your majesty. I do believe I owe her an apology."

As soon as we got two inches from the door, I turn to him.

"WHY DO YOU CALL ME "YOUR MAJESTY"? YOU KNOW BETTER!"

"Well, "Arthur", I couldn't let you lose face in front of all those people could I?"

"Very well, you are forgiven, THIS TIME."

Christina's POV: The maiden in distress.

This is going well, I've been sitting here for over a gazillion hours for this charming king that's the king of England, my future husband, and the guy I've been reading in History Class. Fine, it's only been like 5 minutes, but it sure as hell feels like forever. In fact I think I can feel my hair growing. Well, maybe not, but I don't think I can wait any---

"Your highness, come quick!"

"Why?"

"The king…he's coming this way!"

"Um, my father?"

"Your highness, you cannot be serious! This is strictly no time for joking around!"

"Who said I was joking around?"

I hear a sigh and some "French words" coming from the woman's mouth, and she knows nothing 'bout cuss words. Not the ones I know at least.

"You are to meet his royal majesty, King Arthur!"

Oh….him. Well, better get a move on before Merlin finds out. I don't want the last episode to happen again. Never ever again, not even if all guys are killed and only the hottest and cutest guy is left. I jump off the chair, but perhaps a little more than I should of, because I fell…face down. Talk about ouch. To make matter's worse, who do you think chose to walk into the room just then? Along with a certain someone.

Arthur's POV:

We are fast approaching the entrance of her chamber, and I would be lying if I said that I felt no worries. My heart is beating so fast, I think it'll break apart.

"So Arthur, who do you think will make the best…..."

Also, I'm not paying the slightest attention to what Lancelot's saying.

"Arthur! Who do you think----"

This time, I didn't block out what he said, for the sentence was stopped. Guinevere was lying flat on the ground, and by the looks of it, embarrassed beyond relief, because she chose to look up at that exact moment. Probably from Lancelot's speech.

"Your highness, are you alright?" asked the girl next to her, looking very displeased.

Then she turned around and all hell was set loose.

"Your highness, his majesty….he's here!"

I hear a soft sound coming from the princess as she gets up, "I know that."

I must comment on her voice, it is like the sound of birds, sweet yet tender, I do believe I can listen to it for eternity.

Being who I am, I slowly make a bow, and said, "Arthur, at your service, fair maiden. And this fellow next to me is the brave and courageous Sir Lancelot, one of the loyalist of the land."

Lancelot chose this time to speak, "Your highness, I must apologies about what took place this after noon; I would certainly have not attempted what I did if I knew your identity."

"Hmm, I guess its ok, but only if you call me Chr—I mean Guinevere."

I joined in for Lancelot, since he seemed puzzled by the name, I admit I was too.

"Well. Guinevere, since you have accepted the apology, on behalf of Sir Lancelot, will you allow us to enjoy your delighted company the day afterwards for a dance or two? It's the least we can do for all the trouble we seem to have caused.

"A—his majesty and I would enjoy it so if you can join us!"

The longest silence of my life took place at that moment until:

"Since the pride of our country has asked, I gladly accept."

Christina's POV: Maiden in Question

Well it's weird how "Lancelot" started with Arthur and ended with majesty, yeah right, like I'll miss that. But, oh well. One word: hot. Both of them: hot.

A/N: Ahh, the next scene is a ball, I wasn't planning it, but it sort of just happened, so stay tune! Many promises on romance, adventure, and of course, jealously. All happens to one person, only one. Who shall it be? The love-stuck Arthur, the "brave" Lancelot, or our favorite princess: Christina? Like mentioned, there may or may not be an update for some time.