Disclaimer: I don't own the Sega Characters; Plot based off the game Sonic and the Black Knight.

So technically this isn't a Shadaze, but its pretty close, considering its Lancelot and Percival. This one just kinda came to me.

Reminder: I have this on Deviant Art.

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The Knights of the Round Table. All great warriors, skilled swordsman, and in high honor of those in the village. They would follow their king to the grave, all the way to the ends of the earth, as their loyalty was bound to him. Sir Lancelot was the head knight, most respected of all six knights. His red gaze was cold, but his loyalty never to be questioned. When he walked through the village, all bowed their heads in respect, knowing the nobility that the hedgehog kept.

He had been a member of the Round Table for four years, his age reaching

that of twenty one, and it was a normal day just like any other when the news reached him. The King had asked for his presence in the court room on personal matters, which could be a number of different things. His mind was whirling with possibilities of what the King could want from him as he made his way to the court room.

Walking through the grand halls, marble flooring and walls reached the ceiling, as pillars stood tall and proud, each etched with a different story and intricate designing. Mosaic paintings lined the top, all in an array of bright contrasting colors. At the end of the long corridor, two grand doors stood. Each a deep maroon with golden lining and carved with silver and deep forest green.

With a forceful push, the doors swung open, revealing the large court room where the golden throne itself stood, set in the rays of the sun. Sitting on the throne in his rightful place was the king, a wise and powerful one at that. He was a brown hedgehog, with gray facial hair and bushy eyebrows. His eyes were a dark chocolate, and were sunken in his head, giving a hard yet gentle gaze. He wore a red royal cape that billowed behind him, and in his hand was a golden staff, a red jewel at the top of the entwined silver vine.

"Sir Lancelot. Please come forward." he spoke, his voice authoritative as it seemed to echo in the marble room.

The knight prodded forward, his sword sheathed at his side, and his helmet lifted to reveal crimson eyes. Reaching the foot of the throne, he lent down on one knee and bowed respectfully, hand placed over his breastplate in a tight fist.

"Rise my great Knight. We have things to discuss." the King spoke, and Lancelot rose, matching the gaze of the king with a hint of questioning in his eyes.

"My King, I hear that you wish to speak with me of personal matters. Have I done something that has displeased you?"

The king let out a good-hearted chuckle and a shake of his head, "No Sir Lancelot, you have not displeased me. However, it has come to my attention that you are at the respectful age of twenty one, and have yet to claim a wife, am I correct?"

The Knight tensed in his stance, but remained in his calm facade as he answered, "yes that is correct."

"You see my dear Knight, you are head of those at the round table, and it would not be of proper image if you do not have a woman to call your own in the next six months. Every Knight can choose between any princess or Lady they prefer. Sir Wind is new, so he is still alone, but the Lady of the Lake has taken an interest in him, and Sir Lamarek is courting the Lady of the Sky. Sir Galahad has taken an interest in the Lady of the Lands, and even Sir Gawain is seeing my spy Lady of the Jewels." the king explained, and Sir Lancelot stood in a rigid stance, his gaze never wavering, but his rate of calm faltering.

The King scanned Sir Lancelot for any sign of what the Knight might be thinking, but no clue was given from the defensive stance that the ebony hedgehog gave, so he took the silence as an answer to continue.

"There are three princesses, one being Princess Mina, from the mongoose family, though their kingdom is a five day journey away and would be a very difficult relationship to obtain. The second is Princess Sally, in the Acorn kingdom, but her parents are very particular about whom their daughter shall marry, so it would be uncertain. The third is Princess Honey. She is very beautiful feline, a little naïve and immature at times, but she would do well."

"Of course there is also the remaining available two Ladies, one being the Lady of Strength, or the Lady of Weather, Sir Wind's sister. Both are very young and beautiful woman who would be agreeable to any man." the king paused to take a deep breath. He knew he must be overwhelming Sir Lancelot, even if the knight did not show any signs of distress.

"I want you to spend time thinking on this Lancelot. You may go now." he dismissed him, and watched as the knight turned on his heel, and walked off, bringing his helmet's mask down to cover his eyes once again.

Sir Lancelot was indeed feeling something, though he was not sure what word would fit. Anxious? Nervous? No matter the word of emotion, none seemed to fit the one he was feeling then, just as he once again pushed open the large maroon doors. The ebony hedgehog stopped and took a deep breath, as if he had been holding one in since the subject had been brought up. Taking slow long strides, he paused in front of a large window, the sun was leaking in with rays of warmth, and below, he could see the gardens, as well as some of the training of the other knights in the area.

His thoughts however, were not on the green lush gardens below, but on the words his king had spoken. He knew them to be true, it would not look proper for the head knight not to have a wife as his own, but loving someone chosen from a selective group of people was very difficult. Not only because he had particular taste, but because his heart already belonged to another, even if she didn't know it.

No princess or Lady, nor perfectly soiled flower in the garden could top the beauty he saw below in the training ground. Her movements were fluid, as if the weapon was a part of her, and the flames that occasionally flickered on her skin shown natural strength. She moved fiercely at her opponent, but elegant as well, and with one last flick of her wrist, she had won the match.

He watched as she took off her helmet, revealing her white powder muzzle, bright golden eyes that raged with the same flames locked within her, and the strange yet unique gem that lay embedded in her forehead. Her tail swung lazily behind her as she set her helmet down on a stone bench, and sheathed her lethal weapon.

Sir Percival, the only woman knight to ever be in the kingdom, first in the records of ancient times. Sir Lancelot loved her, but in laws of chivalry, she was off limits. A supposed 'brother' in arms, and she had rightfully earned her place at the Round Table.

But at the same time, she was everything he would ever have in a woman. Strong and independent, yet graceful and elegant by nature, dangerous with or without a blade, yet her fur and compassion as soft and gentle as a lily. In his ruby eyes, no one could compare.

But his rapidly beating heart faltered when he realized the horrible truth. It was only wishful thinking. He now had to find a wife, and she was to stay a knight. In a way, he longed for things to be different. If she were as she could have taken the title: Lady of Fire, he could wed her if she returned the feelings with a snap of his fingers. But she chose a different path, to become a knight, no fear in blood, nor shame in armor.

Yet even in his sorrow, a smirk played across his tan muzzle: he wouldn't have her any other way.