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Chapter 12: Oh no

The young girl, who was now 16 years, walked hand-in-hand with her father. Her hair that was in a high pony tail ended to the middle of her back. It was tied up and fashioned with a lavender ribbon. Her lavender dress, that covered her feet, was set with a black corset around her middle area. The girl's purple eyes sparkled and shined with brilliance. They held youthful happiness and joy, but her expression stayed calm and collective. Over the years she had learned to control the way they changed color. It took a couple months of concentration and focus but she almost perfected it. There were times where her emotions were strong enough that she couldn't avoid the change, but that didn't happen much.

Her father also had grown, but not in that way. The ebony knight was still the same height but you could say he had the features that could make any women fall on their knees (not that his daughter knew why). His eyes, swirling pools of jade, held wisdom of one beyond and collectiveness. And if you looked really hard, you could see a peaceful look set in them as if he was very happy and content with his life.

Elizabeth began to walk on the ball of her feet causing her to start skipping. The extra swing and jerk going through Lancelot's arm initiated a strange look towards his daughter. "Elizabeth, what is it that you are doing?" he asked cautiously.

His eyes widened as she flashed an enormous grin onto him. "I don't know," she giddily exclaimed, "I just…" her hands lifted to her cheeks and she smiled greatly. Elizabeth dreamily sighed and gazed over to her father who smiled lightly at her, in question. She went up to him and embraced him, catching the knight in surprise. Elizabeth kissed his cheek and walked onwards, towards the king's palace.

Lancelot had a very weird look on his face. He had a smile, but still had that strange look. What was going on today? Ever since she had returned from an unspecified errand she's been so…happy. He didn't have any sort of problem with her feelings, it was just peculiar. Usually she would moan and groan about wanting to sleep or having to do chores. Half of the time she wouldn't even give him the time of day yet now, she acted as if he was the only person she needed. It was an uprising thought, but unfortunately Lancelot knew he wasn't the reason why she was so exultant. He was never the reason nowadays. Something had to have happened and he so desperately wanted to know what, but he didn't ask. Now that her hormones were all over the place, one wrong move and he would regret it for the rest of the week. He would rather have her on could nine for now.

"Hurry along father. We're going to be late," he heard her call out. Lancelot shook his head and fastened his pace, catching up to her in the process.

(0…)

Today was one of the best days of her life. During her sparing session with her uncle (she's been training with both Gawain and Arthur for awhile) she had won. She'd actually won. This was the first time she has ever triumphed over her Uncle Gawain. He was a tough and rather skilled knight who knew how to strike and wield a sword. It made her chances of winning very low, but somehow it happened.

She remembered herself in a choke-hold and the red echidna flaunting about how he'd won another session. Elizabeth waited for the right moment and she elbowed him in the stomach causing the knight to double-over, but she wasn't done yet. She grabbed his arm and with a loud grunt, flipped him over. A loud thud deafened Gawain's ears and before he even realized what happened the tip of a sword was right in front of his nose. He looked up and misery to see his niece smirk in victory. A familiar smirk he knew of from Lancelot.

Elizabeth giggled at the thought. Her uncle didn't take a particular liking to his defeat but he seemed to mind less after she squealed and shoved him onto his feet. The girl tightly embraced the echidna and kissed him on his cheek exclaiming, "Oh my gosh, thank you Uncle Gawain. I actually won. You are the best knight ever. I'm so happy you are my teacher!"

Gawain only blushed and rubbed his cheek. He looked away mumbling, "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. I know I'm the greatest knight. You don't have to tell me."

After another mountain of gratitude she ran over to her Aunt Percival and both were peppy with excitement. Percival had agreed to keep her training with her uncle a secret after some hard persuasion.

Elizabeth remembered each small detail about the hour. It was one of the most precious memories she would always keep close. It might've seemed nonchalant to anyone else but it was really big to her. It just meant she was really improving and all her hard work, taking double the amount of classes, was really paying off. She would train forever if that was what victory felt like.

The ebony teenager held her cheek, at the dinner table, in her palm. A dreamy smile and relaxed eyelids gave her a content expression. Her other hand, which held the fork, played with the rice and meat that was on her plate. She was too happy to eat. Too into her own little world, she hadn't noticed the strange gaze from her second trainer, King Arthur. The blue male scrunched his brows together and tilted his head. A smirk ran on his peach lips.

"Elbows off of the table, my dear," Lancelot whispered.

Elizabeth blinked and quickly sat up straight, elbow off. She blushed lightly. "Ā, papa gomen."

King Arthur raised a brow. Elizabeth always had some type of response to her father when corrected. He couldn't hold his curiosity any longer. "Elizabeth," he called attracting the whole table's attention, "I've noticed your change in attitude. Why is it that you're so happy?" he asked smiling.

Immediately her cheeks flushed a dark red. Was it that noticeable? Elizabeth twirled the end of her hair smiling shyly. She couldn't really tell what happened because her father was here so she would just have to lie. With her eyes still naturally set at the purple color, Elizabeth opened her mouth ready to answer; that is, until her uncle spoke for her.

"Oh, she won that sparring session with me," he said quite content. The red echidna enveloped the food into his mouth oblivious to the trouble he just caused.

With absolute dread Elizabeth's eyes went wide and her mouth went ajar. She went still as fellow guests discussed her achievement.

"Oh, she won. Against you?" the bull said disbelievingly.

"Correct. She's been improving greatly ever since she started, which was, I believe, 13. I'm very proud actually."

"Wow. Congratulations Elizabeth."

She didn't respond to the complement. Her petrified eyes fixed towards to her uncle. What had he done? He had just exposed her. Her secret she had kept for so long. It wasn't all his fault, he thought her father knew because she lied to him. She also lied to her father in a way. But it was for her happiness. So why did she almost throw up as her head turned towards Lancelot, who sat next to her?

Lancelot stared straight ahead, eyes eerily blank. He dropped his silverware and blinked. "Gawain, did you just say Elizabeth has been training with you?" he steadily asked. But Elizabeth wasn't fooled. He was ready to explode.

"Yeah. Did you also know she's real good with a sword? She has your agility Lancelot. I'm glad you allowed her to train with me."

Wrong move.

From there on it was unsteadily silent. No one knew why except for the lavender feline who had her head in her hands, the azure king whose eyes were wide with alarm, and the ebony girl who muttered, "Oh no." Elizabeth sunk her head down to the table. She lifted it and sorrowfully faced her father. Lancelot still looked forward, but now had a scowl on his face. It was surprisingly light, but Elizabeth knew he was just holding it until they were alone.

She was afraid to be alone with him.

"Father-"

"Damare." he whispered.

Her ears sunk till they laid flat against her head. Elizabeth sighed and peered at her aunt who gave her an apologetic gaze. Her eyes then flickered over to Sonic who gave her the same look. She then stuck her gaze to the floor but then went to her father as he rose from his seat.

"Father?" she asked.

"Please excuse us. My daughter and I have something to attend to," Lancelot said, his voice stoic and cold. Without another thought he gripped Elizabeth's arm and the two sped away.

Gawain looked up feeling two glares on him. His eyes narrowed at the king and Percival. "What I'd do this time?" he questioned.

The two just sighed.

(0…)

It was silent between them through the whole walk. It was until the door was closed that Lancelot showed his true colors. Elizabeth faced an angry, cold, malicious, nasty, scowl. It made her shudder with each passing second. Her ears folded back as Lancelot began to snarl.

"Father, if you would just listen-" she tried to say. Key word; tried.

"How dare you!" he barked causing her to wince, "How dare you go behind my back and disobey me! You know much better young lady."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. She folded her arms as she began to feel angry. "I don't see what the problem is father. It's not as if I did anything that bad."

Lancelot growled ferociously. "You went and touched a sword after I told you never to touch one without my consent. And not only did you lie about it, but you kept the fact that you've been training with one for three years Elizabeth!"

"I don't even know why you have a problem with swords," she shouted.

"Don't you raise your voice at me, girl. I am your father. I only do things to protect you. Those weapons are dangerous."

She scoffed. "You can't tell me to not touch a sword when you go out every day to fight with one you hypocrite!" Elizabeth uncrossed her arms and stormed off. Lancelot paced after her and gripped her arm, turning her around.

"I will not stand here and let my daughter call me a hypocrite, do you understand me?" he bellowed. Lancelot glared with an icy glare but Elizabeth wasn't fazed one bit.

"Get off me," she snarled and threw her arm away from his hold. "I can say anything I want," she screamed, "All my life all you've done is control me. You won't let me do anything by myself. You're so harsh and mean."

"Oh, stop. I do everything for you Elizabeth," Lancelot sneered.

"I still remember when I was three and you forced me to walk. I told you when I was sore or when I was tired but you never listened. You just glared at me and told me to tough it out. I can't believe you would do that to your own daughter!"

"The only reason I did that was because you were behind. I do everything for your benefit Elizabeth! You're so ungrateful."

She shook her head as tears pooled her lids. She couldn't believe this. He still wasn't listening!

"Well, you know what? I don't care anymore. It's obvious you're never going to listen so what's the point. Just leave me alone." She turned on her heels and walked towards her room. Again, Lancelot grabbed her arm, but this time he tightly kept it in place. Elizabeth struggled to get out of his grasp.

"Get of me," she cried.

"Stop acting as if you're five. I don't care how you feel or how you act, I am still your father and you will never walk away with that attitude. Erizabesu· An· de~yurakku wa watashi ni, kono shunkan o mite!" he yelled.

She stared directly into his flaming orbs, her eyes a red tint, the same color as his. The two deep pools of ruby glared at each other. Elizabeth took her fist and punched her father's chest in order to separate herself. Tears cascaded down her face.

"If I want to know how to use a sword I will use one whenever the hell I want to! Now get your damn hands off of me."

Finally at his breaking point Lancelot slapped her. A loud clapping sound rang and echoed throughout the house. All movement from the teen ceased as she held her cheek. She looked disbelievingly the way she was slapped. Her cheek stung like a bee and her heart almost stopped.

Lancelot's eyes narrowed as he screamed, "I will not be talked to that way. I never want you talking like that again young lady. You've deliberately disobeyed me and I don't want to even see you looking at sword. You will quit all training sessions with Gawain do you understand me!? You will stay under my eye until I think you're ready to be trusted again. Elizabeth Ann du Lac I am not kidding around this time."

She didn't respond for the moment. She just started to cry. Lancelot harsh breathing was till hard but he released her. Elizabeth brought her hands to her face. As she wept Lancelot sighed. His scowl was still there but it was slightly lighter.

"Elizabeth-"

"No," she squeaked through watery tears, "Leave me alone!" she took her hands away from her eyes and they revealed a deep crimson color. It slightly surprised the older hedgehog. Lancelot reached towards her. She stepped back. With as much malice and hate she could conjure up Elizabeth shouted, "I hate you so much. I wish mother was alive. I would've taken her over you any day. As a matter a fact, I wish I just died along with her."

There, Lancelot felt his heart stop.

Elizabeth stormed off to her room and before slamming it shut she bellowed, "I would've been happier than I am now."

He didn't know what to say to that, but all he thought was: Did God really make the right decision to give him a child?

Translations:

Ā, papa gomen.-Oh, sorry daddy.
Damare.-Shut up.
Erizabesu· An· de~yurakku wa watashi ni, kono shunkan o mite!-Elizabeth Ann du Lac, look at me this instant!

Ooh. That's not good. What did you think? There's a lot of drama, huh? Lancelot finally found out.

Sorry about this being a short chapter. And before I forget, sorry I disabled the guest review thingy. I don't know how I did that though. There's not much to say about this chapter though. I hope you enjoyed, and remember. Feedback, feedback and more feedback!

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