Disclaimer: I don't own the knights, only the ones you don't recognize from the movie. Those are mine.
Took awhile but I started this chapter from scratch and I actually like how it came out. So here ya go…have fun but not too much fun. Because I don't think that would be safe.
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Darrion came and stood by my side as we watched the knights and my parents walk into the castle.
"When did you get back?" Darrion whispered fiercely, beckoning her to follow him.
"A couple minutes ago," I muttered, sifting my right hand through my hair, "I am in deep deep trouble Dar."
"Well the Knights being here should cushion it a little," He said searching for any hope at all. I grunted again and shook my head as we caught up to our parents.
"Dinner will be served shortly," Jenny, the Queen, yelled after the retreating knights. As soon as they disappeared around the corner of the hallway she turned and glared at me, "I don't want her in my house." Although she was looking at me she was speaking to my father. My father sighed and with his index fingers rubbed his temples.
"We'll speak of this later. It is not the time," He barked after a minute when my mother was about to say something again, "Go." We all dispersed, when we recognized the command. I tried to rush to my room to lock myself in before Darrion could ask any more questions. But he managed to grab my wrist and wedge his foot in my door before I could close it.
"Don't think it's that easy Tashia," Darrion said pushing open my door and closing it behind him as he entered my room. It was simple, my room that was. As soon as you walked into the room the bed was straight ahead. It was located in between the two, and only, large balcony windows. There was a stone fire place on the left wall, with a small couch and love seat where. To the right was my closet, filled with clothes I refused to wear. Pink frilly dresses with lace and bodices, things that my mother had bought and demanded I wore.
(I change to 3rd person here, I got bored with 1st and I kept forgetting and switching so it's most likely going to be 3rd from here on. If not I'll let you now)
"Nothing is ever easy," She said dryly, "If it was I wouldn't be here right now."
"Tell me everything, I want to know everything that happened," He said abandoning his serious tone and taking on a more child-like and playful one.
"There's not much to tell...father caught me. End of story," She mumbled standing across from him as he leaned against her oak door. He blew a strew of hot air at her and shook his head.
"All the stuff I went through so you could escape Tashia!" He angrily shouted at her, "All so I could absolutely nothing. Don't ever ask for my help again. Ever." He said wrenching open the door and storming out. She stared after him and jumped as the door slammed shut.
Tashia crossed her arms about her chest and walked to the window. She opened the drapes and hung them loosely to the sides of the window. As she peered out she saw Lancelot brushing down his beloved horse. The one who was always by his side, no matter it be for war or for a leisurely cantor through the country side. Tashia hummed to herself, rocking herself back and forth. The song was soothing and lovely to her. An early memory of woman who sang the very song came back to her. But it wasn't her mother who was singing to her, it was her nursemaid. The only true mother she really had, the one who would show up in the middle of the night when she had a nightmare, the one who would read her bedtime stories and sing to her, the one who cared about her. Her blood mother would sell her for a pair of new slippers in an instant. That woman didn't care about her, she had long forgotten that Tashia was a human being and Tashia had long forgotten her as her mother.
Heaving a heavy sigh she turned around and left her room. The castle was her home once, a place she felt safe and welcomed. Not anymore, her family didn't welcome her and as she walked around the castle it made itself feel unwelcoming to her. The paintings on the walls seemed to stare at her and watch her with the knowledge that she was a failure, that she was not worthy of having royal blood. The walls looking liked they were ready to cave in on her, crush every living breath out of her because she wasn't normal. She didn't accept the pampering, the servants waiting hand and foot on her, the lovely gowns, the jewels, the power. If it meant being happy she would have given everything up, everything and she did. At least for a little while. Until she met the knights, they made her remember everything that she had run away from. They treated her like a piece of expensive china, that would break even if you breathed on it. She hated every waking minute of it, she hated everything about the knights. The way they carried themselves, noble, royally, yet they didn't consider themselves better, the way they fought for their friend Arthur. As she walked through the hallways trying to remember what she had once loved about her home her mind drifted to forgotten memories. The ways she used to rebel against her family and upbringing. She'd skip family gatherings in towns, she'd sneak away in the dead of night, she throw tantrums and break things, she made their lives living hell because they wouldn't let her live hers.
By the time Tashia entered the dinning hall dinner had all ready been served. Her father glared at her over his wine cup, her mother smiled at her and that's when Tashia stopped. She searched the dinning table which was parallel to her at the moment. There were the knights, her parents, Darrion, her sister Elaine and another man. One she had never seen before, when she saw how happy her mother was she turned around and ran for the door. Her father yelled something and the guards standing next to the door stepped in front of it and blocked her way. She turned around slowly to see everyone staring at her expectantly.
"I won't," Is all she said shaking her head as if the harder and faster she shook it the faster the man would disappear.
"Sit," Her father ordered her but she shook her head, pressing her lips tighter together,
"SIT DOWN!" He bellowed, his voice echoing. She flinched as she heard his voice and took a small step towards the empty seat next to the man. She stopped when she reached the chair, placing a shaking hand on the chair she sat down. As she folded her hands in her lap a small tear trickled off her cheek and landed in her lap also.
The rest of the night no one talked to her and she sat still watching her food become cold. As her father stood up and bid everyone goodnight, she still sat. As her father and family left the room she still sat. Even as the knights stood and left she still sat. She waited for the man to same something, but when he didn't she stood up.
"Tashia," He said softly reaching a hand out to touch her. She drew back away from him quickly, her eyes becoming large and scared.
"I have to go," She said as another minute went by and he didn't say anything. This time she left quickly, before he could stop her. She was rushing to her room when Lancelot stepped out in front of her.
"Go away," She said brushing passed him, he turned with her and caught her arm tightly. He tugged her back so she was leaning up against him.
"Why? Why didn't you tell us?" He demanded of her and she became very protective over herself.
"Let go of me Lancelot," She said picking a spot behind him to look at instead of looking at him.
"Tell me," He ordered and when she looked from the wall behind him into his eyes his grip on her arm loosened. He seemed shocked, almost confused by the look in her eye.
"Please let me go," Sounding as if she was begging, which she was.
"Something's wrong, I can tell something's wrong," He said tightening his grip on her arm once more. Tashia felt tired, as if the days events had seeped every last ray of energy from her.
"Nothing's wrong, everything is just great," She said acknowledging the fact she still had the energy to lie, "I have to go Lancelot. Let go of me."
"I never met a woman who wouldn't open up to me Tashia," He said softly, brushing her hair away from her face.
"That's right, because you've had so much experience with us women," Tashia said anger flaring up and lashing out at him, "Don't compare me to the wenches you've had." She said seething with anger. She ripped out of his grasp and started to trudge away from him. But he caught up and whirled her around, she was about to say something but he bent down and kissed her. Her mind started sending signals that said push him off, get him away from you but her body was leaning into the kiss wanting for more. It was a soft and caring kiss that made her body burn and her mind fail. When he pulled up and looked at her, her eyes were still closed. She took a deep breath and sighed, then she slapped him. He looked back at her and she was staring defiantly at her.
"Don't do that again," She said as she stalked away from him slamming her door as she entered her room. When she thought he wasn't out in the hall anymore she leaned against her door and placed her fingers on her lips.
"Oh. My. God," She sighed sliding down to sit on the floor.