The next morning I woke up alone in my pile of blankets. "Oh thank God it was all a dream. I mean mother would never allow such a thing." Mumbling to myself I walked down to the lake. Washing my face and rinsing my hair, I tied it in a braid. Just as I finished a scream broke out, followed by a little boys yell. Grabbing my sword I ran back to the camp.

Father had little Joseph with a knife to his throat. Daganet was surrounded by his/my men. Making sure no one was looking my way I stalked towards my father. As I reached him, I placed the tip of my sword to his back. "I highly recommend you to let the boy go."

"You wouldn't dare." He sneered.

Pushing the tip, I smirked at the gasp.

"Do not tempt me, for I will surprise you." Glancing at the soldiers I pinned them with a glare. "Put down your weapons." Hesitant at first, I ordered again. "Do it or I will not stop them from killed you!" They turned to see Arthur and Lancelot with their swords and the woad with her bow and arrow. Quickly they each dropped their swords. "Now dear father let the boy go!" Doing as told the little boy ran into daganet's arms. Pulling my sword back, I stepped away as he feel to his knees. He will live. Turning my back at him, I had forgotten he still held his knife. Manolog pushed me to the side, same time an arrow found it's way into father's back. Looking over my guards shoulder, I noticed the arrow had come from the woad. Glancing at the man I felt nothing. No sorrow or pain. Simply pity and relief. Mother and Alecto would now be free of him and his abuse.

Manolog cupped my jaw. "Are you alright my lady?"

I nodded. "Thank you Manolog."

With a smile he kissed my hand and walked away. He was my right hand and in command when I was not around. He is my best friend. I moved to stand by mother as she cried over her husband. Alecto shed one or two tears, but that was all. After, I had my men bury him with my sword at the helm. He was my father after all. It was then that time to head out. Jumping onto my horse, I stayed close to mother's carriage. One she was upset and two something was coming. My mare was shaking with anticipation and neighing ever so often.

"Woah girl, your okay, I got you." Stroking her neck, she calmed some. Glancing at the rest of the horses I noticed they were the same.

"Everything okay?" A smooth voice, that can only be Lancelot's said. He pulled his black stallion beside mine.

I shrugged. "Not sure, she's nervous and won't stop shaking."

"Fear?"

"No she's waiting for something, I just don't know what." Stroking her ear I suddenly remembered who I was talking to. From the corner of my eyes I saw him ready to speak, but quickly closed his mouth.

"My lady." He kicked the horse, causing it to jump forward.

"Weird."

"You speak in your sleep."

I jumped turning my body around. Arthur got closer to me and I was sure I was gapping at him. "Oh god! It wasn't a dream!"

"No." He chuckled.

"How did you get into the tent?" I turned to glare at my grinning brother.

Arthur leaned forward. "Lancelot and I were just finishing with our rounds. We heard soft cries. Your mother pulled us in and ask that we wake you. It appeared they had tried to with no luck."

Looking down at my hands, I blushed. "Thank you, last night was the first I got fully sleep."

"Always a pleasure my lady." Grabbing my hand, he kissed my knuckles. "Oh, don't forget our class tonight." With that he urged his horse forward.

"I like him." Mother suddenly said.

Jumping with a yelp, I held onto my saddle. "Jesus mother! You frighten me."

"Sorry." Clearly not sorry.

"Uh-huh." Glancing down at her I sighed. "Sorry about father."

Shaking her head, she smiled. "It was only a matter of time. You knew that. I am actually surprised it wasn't you."

Laughing I shrugged. "Although I thought about it and wanted to do it, he was stilly father."

"He wasn't."