Time Goes On ((Marina))

[kal]

What was he going to do today? The question seemed to be little more than an annoyance, but it was still picking at his brain. There were no meetings that he knew of, nor any training exercises that he needed to work on - or at least he claimed he didn't. Perhaps it was the fact that he just wanted to relax today. The pub sounded to be an excellent place to do just that. Gambling, drinking, women, who knew what else he might come across while he was down there. Perhaps he'd run into his fellow knights, or Arthur even. Sighing softly, Lancelot meandered down the streets, which were bustling with people doing errands - mostly women and children along with the handy men, such as blacksmiths and carpenters. Smirking slightly, he tipped his head and winked at one of the wenches from the pub, whom he had known rather well over the years. Almost pathetic. No wonder his fellows poked and teased about how he would never settle down to have a family. He was too restless, too hot headed even, now that he thought about it. Frowning, he shook his head in dismissal of his ever wandering mind.

He had taken an interest in Lady Marina, however, his gaze fleeting to her every time they were in the same room together. Had she noticed yet? He wasn't sure, nor was he going to bluntly go up to her and ask. Around this young woman he seemed to behave himself - or as much as he possibly could. He wasn't quite so...suggestive, he guessed. There were no suggestions of going back to his room or the empty closet not far down the hall. That seemed to be talk kept to the pub with the bar wenches, who were more than eager to go back to his quarters in exchange for some money. Nearly slapping his palm to his forehead, Lance quietly groaned his disbelief. He hadn't taken interest in a single woman before, or at least not in this way. One night flings and broken hearts had been his life for well over fifteen years. Why go soft all of a sudden? Because she's different you dolt he told himself, furrowing his brow while he strode, hanging a right onto a side street where foot traffic was scarce.

Turning his head slightly, he nodded acknowledgment to the baker, whom was walking with a tray of bread toward the main street where his stand was set up. It smelled like garlic bread, one of his favorites. Nearly drooling, he forced himself to walk quickly towards the opening of the pub, so he could free himself of the thoughts plaguing his mind. No one should have to think so much on their day off. It should be a written law. Perhaps he could joke about that with Arthur or something when he saw the man. That would provide with some conversation, though he felt the need to keep his emotions under wraps when it came to Marina. The last thing he needed was for the knights to poke at him even more, or do something incredibly stupid - or what he thought would be incredibly stupid. They would probably find it amusing and roar with laughter every time they got a good look at him or his flushed face. The men he had for friends, it was a wonder they hadn't killed each other over the years. Yet, he wouldn't be able to live without them.

[Marina Tertius]

You've changed my whole life.

Marina slipped into her usual attire; an Roman dress that had been given to her by her mother. She ran her slender fingers threw her locks, ridding it of tangles and rat's nest she would call them. Marina glanced at her knife, laying on the table, and reached for it, before pulling her hand back. She wouldn't need a knife in Hadrian City, well she hoped not. Shielly, a peasant's girl, stuck her head inside, looking at the ground. "M'lady, Alcarius is tacked up." Marina turned and knelt down on her knee, smiling at the little girl. "No need. Do you wish to walk through town with me?" Shielly looked up at Marina, and jumped and down, answering in a giddy voice. "Sure."

Marina stood up, dusting her dress off, and walked out of her living quarters. She noticed one of the other servants un-tacking Alcarius, as he grazed. "Spoilt horse." She thought to herself, as she slowed her pace so Shielly could keep up. The trainees had a day off, she had already run the border, so she was free, unless Arthur needed something. Marina dipped her, smiling at the local vendors, and waved back to the blacksmith, wasn't his name Demetrius or something of that sort? Marina took a short cut, walking down the side streets, and stopped abruptly as Shielly tugged on the ends of her dress. "Yes? She said softly, kneeling down on her knees. Shielly looked down at her feet, then back into Marina's kind face. "I want to be a knight like you Marina.. Train me.. please."

Marina's heart sunk, this child had so much in her. "Shielly.. your much to young, and why do you wish to to be a knight? To be like me?" The little shuffled her weight, before she said, "Well, yes. " Bor's children were playing at the end off the street, Shielly looked at them longingly, forgetting the conversation she had just had with Marina. Marina smiled, pushing the little girl forward playfully. "Go, go play. " She said softly, and stood up, folding her arms, and watched as Shielly scurried off. Turning on her heel, Marina walked down another side street, letting her mind be overcome by what had just happened.

Had she influenced Shielly to want to be a knight? It was a dangerous job, and a 15 year commitment. "I'll talk to Andromeda later about this." She thought to herself, turning a corner. Marina slowed her pace, her heart fluttering; Sir Lancelot was up ahead. She had grown to him, her heart fluttered every time she saw him; but the question was did he feel the same way? Marina smiled , as she neared him. "Why. Hello Lancelot?"

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[kal]

He was almost there, not much farther really until he could gamble away what money he had in his pocket and drink until he couldn't stand to do it anymore. Not exactly the most productive lifestyle, really, but it was something to keep him occupied for at least the time being. Turning his head, he heard the pattering of footsteps against the cobblestones, though the echo of the small side street made it difficult for him to detect from what direction. His gaze traveled to the ground for a moment, looking undignified in his stance. The way he looked wasn't of great concern to him now, just what was going on and getting to the pub. However, it was a voice that stopped him in his tracks, a sense of dread yet excitement tightening his chest and holding his breath. Exhaling slowly, he raised his head and turned slightly to look at Marina, dressed rather elegantly today. When isn't she? He blinked slightly, as if he was just registering who it was that had spoken and greeted him in the street. A smile twisted his lips as he straightened up, nodding his head in turn.

"Hello, Marina," he returned. He tilted his head upward slightly, looking almost arrogant, if not that. Such a pride-ridden beast he could be at times. It was a wonder no one was sick of him yet. Well, perhaps they were and didn't exactly voice their opinions to anyone but their own little minds. "I didn't expect to see you out here, today. What brings you out...Milady?" The word felt awkward on his tongue, used to calling Arthur's wife and child that, and to some of the maidens he was trying to impress, but with Marina it felt off. Brushing it off, he took a few more steps forward so they were a little closer than before, and didn't have to resort to speaking loudly to hear one another. It seemed more sensible, anyways. Off in the other street he could hear the children playing, rough housing, and no doubt Bors' children were amongst them, helping make the ruckus. There was ten of them after all, unless the youngest was amongst them. Shaking that thought off, he returned his attention back to Marina.

"And unaccompanied from what I can see." There was no doubt that she could defend herself, but being as smug as he was, he couldn't resist trying to set himself up for a walk or something wit her. What was it that made her so appealing to him? He was sure there were many women who would gladly take him as a husband, yet none of them were anymore than a passing glance to him. Inwardly scoffing at himself, he forced the wonders out of his mind. Letting his guard down would not be the best thing for him to do.

[Marina Tertius]

Marina folded her arms, bringing them closer to her torso, as she replied. "I could say the same to you. I have nothing better to do. I've already patrolled the border, and the trainees have the day off." Her lips twisted into a smile as he moved closer to her, Marina glanced at the other street; Shielly was rough housing with Gilly. Marina forced a smirk to stop from emerging, Shielly was a tough little girl.

She shrugged innocently, smiling sweetly. Marina brushed a strand of hair back, as she watched Shielly & Gilly move into another street. He was one of the many men that paid attention to her, and she practically blocked the others out, occasionally talking to some. Marina mainly focused her attention on Lancelot, he was kind & attentive to her. "You, yourself are unaccompanied, would you mind accompanying me to the pub then?" Marina said softly.

The air was chilly in Hadrian, it always was, just like it was almost always cloudy. Being in a dress didn't help the matter either, Marina had left her shawl in her sleeping quarter. She edged towards Lancelot, getting out of the wind, as she waited for an answer.

ooc; Sorry it's so short, couldn't think of anything to fill in the gap with, lol.

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[kal]

That casual smirk to his lips as she folded her arms against her chest. The way she folded her arms against her chest reminded him of his mother. His mother do that when she was ready to scold his father or somebody for whatever they had done. The look she had usually sent them all scampering out, fighting over who would be the next one to muck pastures or who would clean the tack. Amusing now that he looked back on it. Inwardly brushing off the thoughts of his long lost family, he blinked slowly as she began to speak to him. "Lucky recruits," he commented. Most of them were probably whiners, or those who were overly excited about training. There was a bunch of them in every group, or so he had seen in the years of being at the wall. His gaze followed hers to the other street, his head turning to see what exactly she was looking at.

Oh, Gilly and a girl. Raising a brow, he glanced back to Marina, not having recognized the girl rough housing with the boys. But by the look on Marina's face, he guessed that she knew who the girl was and let the thoughts drop off into the silence of his own mind. "It would be my pleasure. I was heading there myself, actually," he responded, noticing the movements she made to get out of the wind, and the dress she was wearing. It seemed that she was cold, perhaps? Raising his eyebrow again, he reached up and unhooked his cloak, removing it from his warm body to drape it over her, if she would have it. He was fine, the cold bothering him little as the wind hit his back.

"Shall we proceed?" he asked, grinning rather roguishly as he turned his head in the direction of the pub. It wasn't much farther from where they were, and it held the promise of warmth, alcohol, and dice...and women, no doubt, but now that Marina was with him, that thought had quickly replaced itself with more ale and gambling. Or perhaps "quality" time with her. Whatever one, he didn't mind. Getting out of the wind, however, was one thing he would not have minded in the least bit.


ooc: It's all right :3

[Marina Tertius]

Marina smiled as he draped the cloak over her shoulders; such a gentleman. "Thank you." She said softly, the cloak made it almost impossible to feel the chilly wind, that was a good thing. She couldn't afford to be sick, the trainees needed to be trained; plain and simple. Shall we proceed? Marina smiled, nodding in the direction of the pub. "Of course." The pub was a warm little social spot, many people came there whenever they had their free time. Vanora, and many other worked there, they were all like family to her.

Making her way down the street, Marina noticed many of the civilians wander around busily. The carpenter and his apprentices were busy, as were the bakers, running around with their loaves of bread. More and more were coming from neighboring kingdoms, many of then refugees of Saxon attacks, Hadrian was a fort. "So, I take it, you've taken a day for some freedom?" She asked, stepping inside of the pub, overcome by the warmth. Marina dipped her graciously as one of the servers took the cloak to put it up; out of the way. Marina took a seat near the fire, ordering an ale, and scooted over, if Lancelot decided to sit by her.

"I'm riding the borders tomorow with some trainees. I was wondering if you would like to ride with us, unless your busy." She said, taking a sip of the ale, turning her gaze on Lancelot, waiting for an reply. Some of the women were starting to sing, to entertain, and one started to load logs into the fire pit. She might as well enjoy this, tomormow she would be out in the cold, with overly excited trainees, all day. Riding the borders by herself, or with a fellow knight wasn't so bad, but with many others; it was a different story.

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[kal]

His smirk slipped into a slight smile as she thanked him for the cloak. All he could really force himself to do was nod, but inwardly he was welcoming. Not even a sarcastic remark could make its way from his lips. Instead, he nodded his head and walked alongside her in the direction of the pub. He remained silent, as he usually did, as they walked. It was only when Marina broke the silence with a question that he glanced at her and answered. "Yes, a bit of freedom." If you could consider gambling and drinking a freedom, then yes, that was exactly what he was going to do. But now that he was with her, he seemed more than willing to focus his attention upon her and give up the gambling portion of his plans. Unless, of course, she would like to play dice with him.

No doubt she would be a fierce opponent. Tilting his head as they approached the pub's entrance, he allowed her to step in first before following like the courteous knight that he was. His gaze didn't even so much as sweep over his usual buddies, instead trailing after Marina as he forced his foot steps forward after her. She picked a seat, and he sat down without question as she scooted over, ordering ale while he was at it. Nothing like a good drink to warm the insides, he thought to himself as he felt the warmth of fire hitting his numb face. Damn the cold Britain air. He should have moved somewhere warmer when he had the chance. But nooo, his loyalty to his best friend had kept him there in the cold bitterness of the Northern winter. Sighing gently, he took his cup from the bar maid as she came back.

Sipping at the alcohol, he mused the traveling warmth in his mind until Marina asked him another question. Riding in the bitter cold was not something he liked, but if it was a chance to be with her he might make the exception. Smirking slightly, he set his cup down. "Is this some kind of plan to dump them on me, or do you truly want me to come along for the pleasure of it?" he asked teasingly, returning his attention briefly to his cup. He was sure that one of his fellow brothers would have dumped the new recruits on his shoulders, but he was just giving Marina a hard time. Perhaps if he hid his true emotions well enough by acting normal, he wouldn't have to face the possibility of rejection.

[Marina Tertius]

Marina smirked, setting her cup down on the table. “ Is that possible? ” She asked, teasingly, her fingers slid around the cup, and took a sip. “ I’d rather you come for the pleasure of it though. ” Many of the others would drop them on somebody else, and leave; they didn’t like the cold Britain air. Marina didn’t either, but riding the borders was a job that must be done. She lifted the glass to her lips, savoring the sweet, yet bitter taste. The ale was either shipped in from neighboring kingdoms, or brewed here; in Britain. All this time I’ve been hoping you wouldn’t find out, but it’s not all that bad. She thought to herself, Marina always grew nervous around Lancelot, now she felt like herself.

Glancing upwards, she noticed a group of trainee’s wander in, and take a seat by some women, a few of them even jesting around with the women. There were a many of times when she wondered if they would last on the battlefield; the Saxon’s had been to quiet, they had to be plotting something. What? No one knew. Some of the trainees either ran, or were overly excited and didn’t understand the concept of battle. Her mind ran back to Arthur’s daughter, Helena, she was a sweet child, and even called her Aunt Marina some days. She was innocent, and didn’t deserve to grow up in the midst of war, but she still did. Marina sat her cup down firmly, and looked at eager musicians who began to play, with Vanora and some of the other workers singing softly.

They sang a song about home, Marina thought about her mother and brothers. She had lived in Rome for a few years, until her father was killed, then they moved to the safety of Britain. The Sarmatian’s allowed her to train, with some other men, and become a knight. Marina had fought in many squirmishes alongside Hector, Fidelis, and Cassius. After the Battle of Badon Hill, she moved down to Hadrian’s Wall, letting the others follow her. Now, Britain was her home, it was the light she had been looking for all of her life. Marina took a sip, coming back to reality as many of the guest applauded, and she found herself joining in. “Home. I finally found mine.” She said softly, as the pub started to quieten down.

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[kal]

He couldn't help but smirk in return as he saw the look on her face, her inquiring if it was possible. She wished. Chuckling, he shook his head slowly, his curls bouncing around his ears and forehead. "In your dreams," he shot back jokingly, taking another sip in sync with her. Pondering her other answer, he looked down at his cup and swirled the liquid gently inside of it. The warmth of the fire and the heat of the drink in his belly seemed cold now in the midst of his thoughts. She wanted him to go along for the pleasure of it. It would be a good opportunity to be with her, even if they would be plagued with the young annoying little recruits. "Sounds like a plan, then. When do you leave tomorrow?" He should know, but he wanted a more definite answer.

Glancing up, he noticed the recruits walking in to sit beside the women. That was how he had been in his younger days, a little so now, but nothing like he once was. Endless nights in the affection of women who were no more attached to him than water in cupped hands had been a necessity rather than a luxury. Sighing gently, he glanced back at Marina, wanting to forget about his younger days, when they had lost all of their brothers and death was a more common foe than not. Running his finger along the rim of his cup, he listened quietly to Vanora singing, something he was used to hearing. Home. It was a word he couldn't quite relate this place to, though he had lived here for many many years whilst serving for the Roman Empire, and now Arthur.

His family was most likely dead, and this place seemed heartless amongst the Atlantic Ocean. Raising his hands without thought, he clapped in approval as it died down quietly. "And where is your home?" he asked softly, glancing up to look at Marina's face in the gentle flicker of the fire's glow. Was this place what she considered "home"? This hunk of land colder than any other he had been in before. Even bundling up seemed to do anything but block out the cold anymore. Or perhaps that was just him and his better rejection of a fate that he could not deny.

[Marina Tertius]

Marina smirked, pulling her glass to her to lips. “ We leave at dawn, they all agreed to meet at the wall.” She thought about the horses, Sophie and Alcarius. Marina would most likely ride Sophie, she wasn’t as feisty as Alcarius, he was a battle horse while Sophie was a pleasure horse. There was a group of about 10 recruits that really needed to know what it meant to be a knight; she had butted heads with many. There were quiet a few that thought they didn’t need training, in other words; perfect. Once Marina had talked to them, they actually started to train and listen. Many didn’t know what it was like to be standing on a battlefield, or hearing the blades clang, they would soon enough.

She was caught off guard once Vanora stopped singing; where was her home? Marina had been born in Rome, but her father killed, and they migrated to Britain. Rome had never been her home, it wasn’t the beacon of light she had been searching for all of her life; Britain on the other hand was. Yet, she still felt like she was missing something; a family. Marina had lived in Hadrian’s castle ever since the Battle of Badon Hill, there were quiet a few asking for her hand in marriage, but she always refused. Her mind went back to Lancelot, but she didn’t want to wait forever. “ For now, Britain is my home. ” So many citizens came here for refuge, and some claimed Britain as home, Marina was still unsure, she couldn’t abandon the people though, it would be like abandoning her father; a fellow Britain. “ What of your home? Do you think of Britain as your home, or do you long for your true home, like Sir Galahad? ”

Marina tilted her glass, letting the ale swirl slowly; it was a habit of hers. She watched some of the recruits laugh and cozy up to the women; she couldn’t get away from the trainee’s. Setting her glass down, she smiled, nodding her thanks to one of the workers as they filled the glass. Marina glanced up, her eyes locking with his for what seemed like a eternity, but it was only a second or two. She smiled, breaking contact, hiding her blush.

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(Bear with me, this isn't going to be as good as Kale's. Now your rping with a 13 year old.)

Lancelot sipped at the strong liquid floating around in the cup, his ear listening in on the trainee's conversations. He wanted to know how they felt about their trainers, the fellow knights. They had been pushing them hard, and he had lost his temper on a few of them a couple of times when they would not follow his orders. Stupid stubborn bitches. They thought they knew everything there was to fighting, but did they? No. When they had fought him, they didn't even bruise him. It it had been a real sword fight, then they would have been dead within seconds. You jjust had to hate the new recruits to the force. Bors, Tristan, Arthur, Marina, and the other knights who had fought for their freedom, and their brothers had been slain. Figures, they were talking about their training, complaining about how unfair their trainers were treating them, and how if they wanted to, they could beat the original knights. Lancelot huffed, and rolled his eyes. If Marina wasn't here, and he was in a worse mood, he would have stood up abrudly and possibly even sent a chair flying to confront the trainees, but he remembered when he was young like that and he used to boast how he could beat Arthur himself. But he had become stronger since them days. He looked back at Marina.

"Aww." One word. It's all that was required at times, while at others, it was required you had more than one word, sometimes as long as a paragraph. At her second question, he had to think a bit. "Sir Galahada has a reason to long for his true home, but I'd say I prefer Britian. I've come to have many brothers, and being a knight is not all that bad, enjoyable even. Well except when it comes to the trainees when they are snotty and act like they know more than their teachers."

((told you it'd be crappy))

[Marina Tertius]

Marina cast a look at the trainee's, some were looking at here with hatred written all over their face. She was hard on the them, if they were to be knights, they had to learn to deal with stuff. Some had even walked away because she let her temper get the best of her, while some just stood there rambling. Marina turned her attention to Lancelot as he began to speak, draining her drink. She tilted her head, gazing at him with warm eyes, thinking to herself. Does he feel the same? Marina brushed a strand of hair out of her face, suppressing a sigh. "Some trainees need to learn their place." She murmured softly.

Marina slid her fingers around his, taking a deep breath, sliding her free hand under his chin, turning his gaze onto her. She smiled slightly, leaning into him, and brushed her lips against his in a kiss, then pulled back. "Forgive me, but I could not wait much longer." Marina said, fighting to hide the blush that wanted ever so badly to appear on her face. She was tired of waiting to see if he felt the same way, Marina had waited for 4 years. Marina remembered when she first saw him, he was still bandaged up from his injury from the Battle of Badon Hill; it had been a few days later. He was still as handsome as ever.

[[ooc;; your great at this, lol.]]

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(thanks ;D)

He had been watching the trainees, when he felt a hand, long, slim fingers on his chin, pulling his face towards Marina. First thoughs running through his mind was that he missed something she said. Second though was that she needed to say something important. Third thought was that, well, no need for the third thought. It'd be wrong anyway. No, she had leaned over in her chair and kissed him, Not a long romantic kiss, but a short loving kiss. She was in love with him. No more crushing, No more secrets. No more stranded feelings. No more hitting on other girls. A loss, maybe. A gain, definitelly. Happy, yes. Sad, not yet. Mad, nope. In love, you bet. Could it all hapen again? This was real? Not just a dream? It had to be real. Just had to be. If it wasn't, than Lancelot would be made, enraged, furious, angered, red in the face. No this had to be real. He looked at her, his mind racing. What to do, what to do, what to do.

Speak. Talk.

He looked at her, again. His mouth opened, then shut, trying to figure out the right words. "No.. more crushing, huh?" He laughed, and took her hands in his. "Love."

(crappy)

[Marina Tertius]

Marina nervously awaited his reaction. Her heart felt like it was about ready to burst out of her chest, and she was beginning to feel light headed. Marina’s expression was serious, but her eyes had a sparkle to them, especially when she was around Lancelot. She searched his face for any type of expression, holding back a laugh as he shut his open mouth. Reaching down, she took a drink from her cup, only to set it down once more, listening as he spoke. ”You could say that.” Marina said, her voice had a teasing tone to it. Marina had not expected this, she had not expected to act so rash and reveal her true feelings, but being around Lancelot, he brought the best of her out.

Marina smiled as he took her hands in his, so he had felt the same way. At this point, Marina was a mixture of emotions; happy, excited, and nervous. ”Promise me one thing, though.” She inhaled deeply, before continuing. ”When war is upon us, heaven forbid it will be soon, promise me that you will not try to persuade me not to fight.” Marina tilted her head, allowing his hand to brush against her cheek, thinking about the Saxons. Her greatest fear was not being able to fight the Saxons, and out of love, many men would probably try to persuade their lovers not to fight.

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He sat there quietly, waiting for her to speak. "I guess you could." Words were just flowing from his mouth, as emotions clouded over the man. He felt, happy, releived. Marina was now his. He didn't have to worry about having some other man taking the girl he was in love with away from him. He hadn't needed to worry about her not feeling the same way about him. The thing was,

She did. And that was enought for him,

What else was there to factor in. But then, she answered his question. This was something he had to think about. He had to think about this good. Was the right answer yes? Was it no? He looked at Marina. Then he sipped at his cup. It was soon right back where it started. He took a long breath. Then let it out slowly. "I cannot promise you I will not try to stop you, Marina. But if I do, remind me of the promise I am about to make you," He paused. "I want you to be happy. And if following me to war to fight beside our brothers makes you happy, then so be it."

(Sorry it's short. I gotta play nazi zombies with my brother.)

[kavon]

(OOC: what happened?! Where did my posts go?)

[Marina Tertius]

Marina tilted her head to the side, lips pursed, mouth slightly open, as she awaited a reaction from him. She no longer had to fret at night, whether or not if she would have to continue fighting for Lancelot’s love. There was plenty of women around Hadrian that seemed to fall head over heels for him, but Marina, she butted heads with him, and slowly learned to love him. Marina had heard of his womanizing ways, but in no way would she let that stop her; she loved him for pit’s sake.

Marina lifted the cup to her mouth, taking a short sip, allowing the liquid to slither down her throat, listening as Lancelot spoke. ”I will fight by your side.” She said, smiling faintly, after she had sighed with relief. The knight didn’t want war upon Hadrian City, but some things just can’t be changed. There was a rumor amiss that the eldest Saxon ‘princess’ Caetrin wanted to come face to face with Marina, and defy death. Part of Marina was nervous and scared at the same time; why her? From what she had heard, Caetrin was a great fighter herself, but it’d take more than sword skills to win this battle.

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Lancelot watched Marina carefully, studying her face. He watched her sigh with relief. He gave his own sigh. "Just remember one thing, Marina. I will always try to stop you without thinking. That's how a man is. Remind me of my promise when I forget." It wasn't a matter of if he forgot. It was a matter of when he forgot. Marina was someone Lancelot felt close to, along with Arthur. But with Marina he could have that perfect partner, as Arthur had found in Gwynivere.

He remembered fighting for her life at Badon Hill, almost sacrificing his own. Without the works of the healers, there would be no Lancelot, and Marina would not have him as a lover. Lancelot would be gone. Same as Tristan and Dagonet. But they were alive and that's all that mattered.

He pushed these memories away, focusing back on the one he loved. "Almost forgot. We got riding duties tomorrow at the borders. Heaven's sake, the Saxons are becoming a huge threat. Trainees' better listen or else." He hated the trainees' because of their attitudes. It was something to expect from Lancelot.

[Marina Tertius]

Marina glanced up as Vanora pulled the cup away, and filled it up, before setting it back; Marina nodded her thanks, listening as Lancelot spoke. Glancing around, she noticed the little ‘pub’ was nearly empty; time sure flew by when you were with a loved one. There were a few trainee’s who were sprawled in the floor, dog drunk, they’d have a hard in training tomorrow; the majority of the them were with Marina and Lancelot. Marina pulled her lips into a faint smile, taking a drink from her cup. ”The Saxons have already been a huge threat, ever since Badon Hill.”

She murmured softly, finishing her cup off in a few minutes. Marina stood up, bickering for Lancelot to follow her. As she walked down the ally way, she stood close to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. She sighed softly, looking around the street, Hadrian was quite, and most of the inhabitants were asleep. A few minutes later, the pair arrived at her sleeping quarters in the castle; Marina turned around, smiling slightly. ”You can stay if you want? I don’t mind.”

Opening the door, Marina slid behind the curtain leading to her wash room, and slipped out of her dress, and into a dark navy ‘strapless’ dress. She didn’t even bother to mess with her hair, it would be fine until the morning. Venturing back into her sleeping quarters, she slid the knife out of the hidden sheath and laid it on a table, before crawling into the bed, yawning slightly.

OOC: Feel free to skip ahead to the next morning if you want.

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He sighed. She was right. "Well, since Cynric's father died, he'd be seeking revenge on Arthur. I just wish I'd knew how." Lancelot expected something like tring to kill Arthur, or killing Gwynivere, but not the kidnapping of Helana, which Caetrin planned. That was something the male could not picture. When Marina stood up and started walking out, Lancelot chuckled slightly to himself, before standing up and following. He then allowed the female to rest her head on his shoulder. He then wrapped his arm around her other shoulder, pulling her closer.

When she said that he could stay, he did. Marina layed on the bed and Lancelot did the same. He lay on his side and ran his fingers down her face, brushing her hair back. Marina made him happy, she seemed to make everyone happy, well everyone who was a friend to King Arthur. "I'm glad your here with me, Marina." He sighed softly.

(I'll allow you to start the next day)