I am so so so so soooooooo sorry for the lateness of this. But college is done with so I now have more time to update. I made up with this one. Its a little longer then my other chapters so hopefullly it will suffice. Please R&R thank you soooooooo much. Every review is appreciated. I will update ASAP. By the way Happy Valentines Day!

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"You really like picking on that woman don't you?" he laughed as the dark haired knight caught up to him.

"She makes it too easy." Lancelot laughed as the turned towards the bar. "She still looking?"

Nonchalantly the straight haired brunette turned his head, seeing the still shocked look on the womans face as she started to trail after them. "Hope you know what you are doing Lancelot because she still looks furious and.. she is coming this way."

"Really," Lancelot laughed. "She does not know when to quit does she. Not even we were younger. She is determined I give her that." He added.

"You do have more guts then brains Lancelot." The young man responded taking another moment to look behind. "Because there is nothing out there worse then an angry woman. Let alone an angry woman who can wield a sword. Besides she is kind of a looker."

"You have got to be kidding me Raoul" Lancelot announced in shock at the mans statement.

"Well shes not. In fact I am surprised you haven't tried to make any moves on her yet." Raoul responded as the duo entered the bar.

"Lillian is not my type. When we were younger she never took no for an answer. Always outspoken. A trait, from what I can see, is still there." Lancelot stated as they made their way to the bartender and ordered a round.

"Maybe you do like her." Raoul stated following Lancelot to a nearby table.

"And what would possibly make you think that." Lancelot questioned laughing at the mans insinuation.

"She presents a challenge for you. Always second guessing you. After years of having women fall at your feet and bow to your every wish you have now met one that wont. Maybe it's the challenge in her that you like." Raoul answered quietly.

"I don't think so." Lancelot responded rolling his eyes slightly at the mans idea.

"Fine I believe you." Raoul gave in and took a drink. "Then you wouldn't mind if I got to know her a little better."

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'May not be able to keep her off me.' His mocking words echoed in her head. 'I'll show you Lancelot. Of all the……..aarrrggg that man and his narcissistic remarks. Thinking I would even think of touching him in any way other than a quick slap to the face.' Anger and frustration filled her veins as the trio made their way through the mob of people. By the loudening sound of yelling, laughing and cups hitting one another Lillian new they were close. Rounding the last corner she saw were so many have arrived for a nightcap. On each side she saw rows of tables lining the walls and barmaids running back and forth replacing empty cups with freshly poured ale.

"We're over here." Dagonet said directing her attention to a group of men on the left. Looking around once more she saw an all too familiar sight. Romans and their red cloaks filled up the tables on the right while Sarmatians filled the left.

'Even in peace we cannot find a common ground.' Lillian thought to herself. "Just like home." She sighed softly to the air.

"Excuse me?" Dagonet asked weaving them between bodies of men that had assembled.

"Nothing. Just thinking aloud." She lied searching for where her comrade was leading her.

Reaching their destination Lillian eyed the small ensemble that sat around the table he had led her too. Bors sat down immediately next to a man with long red locks.

"How are ya Gawain." Bors said slapping the man on the back, nearly making him spill the contents of his cup. Beside him a man with short dark hair laughed, only to be stopped by a strike to the arm from the red head.

"Here you go." Dagonet spoke up pulling one of the chairs aside for her to sit in.

"Thank you." Lillian replied easing herself down when a man in the corner caught her eye. Smiling she waved as his hawk took flight into the night sky.

"What can I get for ya dear?" a voice asked. Looking to its bearer she saw the silhouette of a young fiery red haired woman. The kindness in her voice was welcoming to Lillians ears.

"I'll have whatever he is having please." Lillian answered signaling to Dagonet who now took a seat beside her.

"A mug of ale will be fine if you don't mind Vanora." Dagonet answered.

"No problem. Be back in a jiff." She responded. As she spun around to head to the bar table Lillian couldn't help but notice the protrusion at her belly.

"So that's Vanora." Lillian stated, her eyes finally falling away from the woman as she disappeared behind the bar. "Is she pregnant?"

"Yep that my Vanora alright." Bors announced. "Hope it's a boy. Have nothin' but girls so far."

"So far?" Lillian questioned, rather surprised at his bluntness.

"Been here for 5 years and I have no sons to show for it. Only two girls. Not that I'm complainin'."

"She seems nice Bors but I find it rather surprising to see you as a family man." Lillian added.

"So how long do you and your men plan on staying here?" A voice crept up attracting the attention of all within earshot.

Coming from the shadows the voice took the form of an older man. His dark blond hair, cut short around his head, blew slightly with the wind. Shielding his eyes momentarily though not shielding her from the intensity that shown in his green orbs.

"I don't know." Lillian answered. "It is up to Rome and the raiding Picts and Woads to decide." Sitting up straight she eyed the man curiously. Several men around them looked surprised and the mans words.

"Well don't get to comfortable m'lady." He retaliated with a mock bow.

"Is that a threat sir?" Lillian shot back with equal sarcasm in her voice. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dagonet shift in his seat.

"No threat. Just a word of 'advice'. There were men who sat there before you and there will be men when you are gone." He shot back obviously annoyed with her rebuttal. His eyes not leaving hers, even while he took the time to take a drink.

"Here you go my dears." A voice rung in, breaking the uneasy tension that had settled over a small section of the group. Coming around the table Vanora set the mugs down before them.

"Thank you." Lillian said lightly, her eyes still locked with the man in the corner.

"Vanora," Dagonets voice broke in hoping for a change in mood. "May I introduce my sister Lillian. Lillian may I introduce Vanora." The tone in his voice caused her to turn and acknowledge the introductions.

"Nice to meet ya love" Vanora responded extending a hand for hers.

"Same to you Vanora." Lillian agreed taking the womans hand.

"I didn't know you had a sister Dag." A voice spoke up. Turning back to the table the voice belonged to that of the youthful dark haired man on the end.

"We're not." Lillian pointed out. "Atleast not by blood. Dagonet looked out for me ever since we were children. Like a big brother." Lillian added smiling as she thought back to being a child. "In all the ways that matter Dagonet is my family as are Tristan and Bors."

"How sentimental." The man spoke up once more. "But do not think that kind of sentiment will save you when the fighting starts."

"Did I offend you in some way?" Lillian asked curious and furious at the mans statements.

"Your being here offends me. The fact that Rome believes women can fight a war as men is an insult to us all. War is a game for men go home and play with your toys."

"Gordon! That's enough." Dagonet shot up with Bors hot on his tail.

"Are you serious! War is no game! People die out there! But you are right. I should not be here. None of us should. War is no place for anyone. Especially when the war is not our own." Lillian shouted back at him drawing the attention of several Romans nearby.