A Wonderful Mistake

-Santana-

It had been 2 weeks since I had been knighted, and all was well. I spent most days training. Whenever Artie could not I would spar with a fellow knight, such as Blaine or even one of the three Princes who often stayed at Camelot. Or failing that I would call upon Rory who delighted in being taught the intricacies of battle. The days that I had not trained, I spent in my chambers or the gardens reading, we had a new Palace physician to assist Beiste, who went by the name Merlin. He much preferred to be called Mike though, and he often lent me certain books. They were old tales, some were exotic and mysterious, translated from old asian passages which were usually about dragons and mythical creatures, that often reminded me of Brittany. Ah, Brittany. I have not seen much of her these past few weeks, it seems she returned to Carmelide, to collect more belongings that she had left. I spent my nights fighting off Quinns advances, much to her annoyance and my own confusion. I had never turned down a woman for this long, I normally did not last the day, but somehow engaging in certain activities with Quinn felt wrong.

Then trouble struck the Kingdom.

It was today, early this morning, long before dawn, that we were hit with terrible news, Uther had fallen gravely ill. No one knows exactly what had happened, one day he was fine and the next he was in bed, coughing up blood and muttering about demons and the like. It was frightening, and him being much like a father to me, I spent all night by his bedside along with Artie. We sat beside him, Artie clutching his hand and I watching. He was pale and he had a cold sweat dripping down his face, his eyelids were fluttering, and his lips were moving rapidly at his insane utterances. We wept, the Queen, Artie and I. We were losing him.

Beiste came in that night, and pulled me outside. 'Sire, I know that you were like another son to him, but I am afraid that he probably will not make it through this night, I think he...' She took a deep breath. 'He may have been poisoned.' I was shocked, who would wish to kill Uther? He was the kindest man I knew and he was the greatest King Camelot has ever seem. 'I have informed you first as I think that both Her Highness and the Prince will take it better from yourself, someone they can call family.' I nodded and sobbed, Beiste pulled me into a hug, it was comforting as she felt like a soft pillow. After she released me I bowed and stumbled back into the Kings bedroom, where he was now asleep, snoring quietly but still muttering occasionally.

'What did she say?' Artie asked looking at me hopefully, his tear stained cheeks puffed out and his eyes red. Glancing at the Queen she looked similar, and I guess I must do also. I pushed back another wave of tears.

'H-he most likely, will n-n-' I sobbed then took another breath and tried again. 'Not m-make it through the n-night.' I burst into tears and the Queen wrapped her arms around me, in an attempt to not only comfort me but herself. Artie just looked down solemnly at his fathers wrinkled hands.

Beiste was right. We lost Uther a few hours later, all of us sobbing uncontrollably as Beiste shook her head lightly and said that he was gone. We did not know what to do.

'What of the Kingdom?' A nobleman asked when the news was announced. Artie stood tall.

'I will take over the Kingdom. As the only heir, it is what must be done.' He said, fighting back tears, 'It is what m-my father would have wanted, therefore, that is what shall be done.' We were to bury him within the week, and servants were rushing around preparing his funeral. We told no one of the suspicion of murder.

The week past slowly, his funeral was all a blur of tears. I did not wish to remember, it would only hurt. Artie was coronated the next day along with Brittany. She looked so beautiful, but I barely got a chance to speak to her before both she and Artie were whisked away. It was hard, I had lost the closest thing to a father and now, my best friend was hardly there. I do not think that either of us truly appreciated how busy Uther was, he always made ruling seem so simple. Artie still trained when he could, and upon Uthers death he was given the Order of the Round Table from King Leodegrance. It seems that he did not see fit that he should be entrusted with the Knights when Artie could do a much better job, so thankfully we were allowed to remain in Camelot. /.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../.../

It has been a month since Uther passing, we have all been busy in our own way. Artie made me his chief Knight, since he himself was King, making Rory my squire and also meaning I had to keep the others well trained. One positive came from Arties Kingship. Britt.

Since he was busy she was always alone, I would often finding her wandering the castle, humming to herself or talking to the servants about many things. When she returned from Carmelide she brought her friend Mercy, who was a very good cook, so Brittany was down in the kitchen a lot watching the larger girl preparing meals for the whole castle. I stole Britt away whenever I could. It was a lot of fun being around her, but it was also wrong. The whole reason I chose to go with her was because I had feelings for her. I would bring her to the training ring with me, show her how to fire a bow and arrow or swing a sword, the whole time looking for an excuse to get close to her. When she was practising with the bow, I would stand behind her, helping her with her stance, holding her hand over the bow and aiding her aim. I was so close to her it sent tingles through my body, sometimes she would fall onto me from the force of the recoil from the bow and I felt shivers go up and down my spine and a warm feeling nestling in my stomach.

Other times we would sit in her chambers talking. She had brought a pet cat over, a wedding present from her parents. She named it Lord Tubbington and he was very, very fat. He also did not like me very much, scratching me and hissing at me when I drew near. Britt would tell him off and banish him from the room, much to my pleasure and the things annoyance.

Today we were strolling through the gardens, though neither one of us was paying attention to the beauty around us, focused entirely on each other. Talking to her was so simple, so uncomplicated, and so right. I saw a flower and picked it, presenting it to Britt with a bow and a flourish. 'A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman.' She giggled and smiled as we fell into companionable silence.

'So, do you have a significant other? If so I would very much like to meet him' Brittany stated simply as she twirled the flower in her hands. The question took me by surprise.

'Nay. I do not have a husband at all.' I answered honestly, we had come to a stop underneath a large oak tree, its branches hanging down, secluding us in its shade.

'Do you perhaps have feelings for someone?' Why was she asking? I answered anyway seeing no reason to lie.

'Aye, someone very special.' I replied truthfully. You.

'Do I know this gentleman?' She asked again twirling the flower absentmindedly.

'Nay, it is not a man, I myself only find beauty in the female form.' Did she grin at that?

'A woman has your affections then? What is so special about this particular girl?'

'Everything, she is beautiful, and not just physically. Her whole being is just wonderful and perfect, her smile is like a breath of Spring, her voice is soft like summer rain and when she is in the room, she is all I see. It is just her, now and forever, if she were mine I would show her everyday how special she was to me. But alas she is not mine.' Yet. Nay Santana, do not think like that. She cannot and will not ever be yours.

'This woman is very lucky then, to have stolen your heart so easily.'

I looked at the incredibly beautiful woman before me, she had stunned me into silence. It had been easy for her to steal my heart, life was complicated though and I wish I could tell her that the woman I wanted was her. I stared into the deep blue of her eyes and said it, 'Eres muy bella, no puedo ayudarme a mí mismo a tu alrededor. No quiero nada más que darte un beso, todo el tiempo. Eres lo que quiero y necesito todo el tiempo.' I knew she would not understand that and placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand I turned to leave, I could not be around her anymore. It was wrong to feel the way I do and if I do not leave now then I am going to make a big mistake.

'San, wait.' She grabbed my wrist and pulled me around to look at her. 'I do not know what you just said, but I know it was nice, I know that this is wrong. But I cannot help the way I feel, a-about you. So before you leave I thought you should know that, I really really like you. I hope you feel the same way or I have just made a complete fool of myself.' She was blushing and I could not stand it any longer.

I leant forward and took her lips in my own.

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A/N Sorry for a later update guys, I spent today ill, asleep in bed :( life is a bitch sometimes, anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I did say there would be more Brittana and as always please review? Next chapter might be just Britt, dunno yet, tell me what you'd like. Much love. Still have no Beta so any mistakes are my own. Sorry for leaving ya hanging!

(Rough translation of the Spanish: you are so beautiful, I cannot help myself around you. I want nothing more than kiss you all the time. You are what I want and need all the time.)

Gx

P.S It is my birthday in 26 days, (27th Aug) I cannot wait to be 16 at last!