As I walked out of my chambers I stumbled a bit, but lucky as I am, my black knight caught me. "Still here sir Lancelot?" Not that it bothered me.

Lancelot shrugged. "Can't have you getting hurt." Rolling my eyes, I allowed him to guide me out. Mother trailed behind us, like a chaperone in a date.

Taking this rare peace time, I studied the man that saved me. His armor was black, with the occasional silver. Had two swords sheathed in his back, forming and X. He was tall, about a foot or two than me. The uniform did little to hide just how well he takes care of himself.

"It's just Lancelot." His voice, pulled me out of my exploring.

Confused I glanced up. "Excuse me?"

"No sir. Just Lancelot." He explained, not once looking at me.

"Ysmay." I offered. "Thank you, Lancelot."

Giving me a slight bow of the head, he smiled. "None needed Ysmay."

As we re-united with the others I was surprised to see Arthur and father arguing. The Woad was on the ground looking between the two. I spotted my fathers guards ready to engage. That's when I stepped in. "Lower your weapons!" All eyes turned to me. My men were confused, looking between me and my father. "I am your commander and I have given you an order. Lower them now!" Lancelot was still holding my arm, but I spotted him about to reach for his sword. "Now!" One by one they obeyed, followed by taking knee.

Arthur frowned, pushing pass my father and towards me. "Lady?"

"Ysmay." I replied. "An honor to meet you." I have to say, he was taller than I was told.

"What is the meaning of this!" My father yelled. "You should be dead! Just like the rest of these sinners!" His eyes shifted towards my mother. The fire in them, blazing wild with rage. "You kept them alive!" Seeing the assault coming I, jumped in taking the hit. I stopped the guards, from responding. "insulant child!"

I heard the growl before seeing Lancelot, lunge at my father. Punching him once, he leaned in closer to him. "Touch her again and the last thing you will see is my sword."

I stared at him eyes widen. Was it wrong I got turned on by this? I really hope not.

"Lancelot." Arthur placed his hand on his shoulder. "We must get going." The dark knight dropped my father, without any care.

Glancing around I frowned. "Quin?" I called for a young stable boy. "Where is Suntaria?"

"In the stable my lady." The boy was an orphan I had taken in. I thought him to read and write, before father locked me. "Shall I bring her?"

"Yes, and the others as well." I ordered softly.

"What for?" Alecto asked.

Ruffing his hair, I grinned. "Extra horses have never hurt."

Not being able to help myslef, I sneaked a glance at the dark knight. He sat proudly on his black steed, magnificent animal it seemed. Looking away, I grinned at my horse. She was a three year old mare. Golden like the sun, with a white mane and black tail. Two of her legs were were halfway black, just like her muzzle. I had raised her since she was a filly, she was the perfect war horse and steady runner.

"Hello beautiful. Miss me?" That earned me a nicked. "Saddle her up Quin."

"Yes my lady."

"Sure you can ride?" Lancelot asked, having trotted over to me.

Glancing up at him I nodded. "Yes, I miss the feeling."

It took about five minutes to get a move on. I stayed beside my mother's carriage, still wrapped in Lancelot's cape. One I couldn't stop inhaling.

"A knight was the last one I thought you would fall for." My mothers voice called to me.

Dropping the cape slightly, I cleared my throat. "What ever you mean?"

"I am your mother Ysmay." She smiled. "You have not released the cape since we left."

Releasing a sigh, I gently played with the cape. "Not that it matters mother. He is Lancelot, Arthur's knight. I am woman who has been damaged and not of his class. Father would kill me before he allowed any of this."

"Ysmay!" My mother snapped. "What has happened is not your fault. I must apologize for not protecting you. Any man would be lucky to have you as a wife. As for the class, love has no class Ysmay. The heart wants what it needs."

Reaching over I grabbed her hand. "I missed you so much mother." She smiled fondly, kissing my palm. Unbeknownst to us Arthur had heard our entire conversation.

Arthur trotted next to his first knight. "Quiet the rider."

Lancelot glanced unresponsive. "If you say so."

"How old?" He asked.

"I don't know. Didn't ask." Lancelot knew he was up to. And like hell he was going to fall for it. "Why don't you ask her?"

"She is not interested in me." Arthur smiled.

"And she is to me?" He snapped. "Arthur do not play games with me. I am not the marrying type."

"Says who?"

"I do." Lancelot growled. "We have killed to many sons and husbands, what gives us the right to our own?"

"The same one they have Lancelot."

Giving him a look he turned his horse away. Halting the animal, he watched the villagers walk by, this was a waste of time.

Spotting Lancelot I trotted over to him, he seemed lost in thought. That was until he turned towards me. I have heard many stories of Arthur and his knights. Lancelot was his second in command, he was ruthless, cold hearted and violent. It was said he was the best one of the best swords man and magnificent rider. As well as a man whore. He slept with any and all woman he met. Now I wouldn't deny he was handsome, but a man presumed to have affairs was not for me. Now Arthur was a great man, he is loyal, had morals and seemed like an honest man. Now that was what I needed and wanted. So why couldn't I take the dark knight off my mind.