Music from the festivies seeped in from the grand hall, merriment and celebration over the first day of the tournament, allowing every lord and lady who came to Camelot to indulge themselves in hedonistic pleasure.

You slipped out for but a moment, needing quiet and solitude to keep up the airs of caring even an iota about courtier gossip or what the maids had overheard about whom for the rest of the night.

You thought no one would notice. The knights had been the center of attention all evening. But one person would always notice your absence, the lack of your brightness and calming aura even if you did not know of its existence yourself.

"My lady?" Came the familiar voice you would pick out even if you were robbed of memory. Lancelot, dressed in all of her finery of the Joyeuse Garde, stood just a few feet away. "Is everything alright?"

Ser Lancelot du Lac is the most honorable knight of the Round Table, King Arthur's most trusted advisor. But even as she kneels before her king, she knows in her heart of hearts that you hold precedence over everything.

You might not be her lady in name, but she would lay down her sword at your feet if you asked.