Last chapter, I'm kind of sad. I really like Katlyn's character, she's spunky, intelligent and highly amusing. I'm going to miss writing her.

Things were going smoothly in Briton now that the Saxons and the Romans were gone. Arthur was anointed king, Guinevere his queen. I did not fully trust her, she was cunning, mysterious and I often caught her glancing over to Lancelot, however my loyalty was firm and I had made an oath to protect her and my king, whom I loved and adored as a brother.

We left the fort and took up residence in an old castle from before the Romans had invaded. They had left most of our old monuments alone, so this castle of Camelot became out infamous home of the Knights of the Round Table, of which my husband was a revered member.

I was never asked to do anything, since I was a woman it was not proper for me to help teach men how to fight, so instead I became a respectable lady, wearing pretty dresses which often got on my nerves. Tristan continued to teach me how to scout and, eventually, I was invited to be the first Lady Knight of Arthur's table, which I gladly accepted. However, it took time, as I had to learn a completely new style of fighting, with defence and counter attacks and strategizing before I was considered skilled enough for the honour.

The only person prouder than I when I knelt before Arthur with his sword touching my shoulders was Tristan. I could see him glowing with pride. Everything was running smoothly, with fair laws being passed every day, the justice system reaching the entire country with new soldiers to maintain order. I was happy. Even happier than before. Because now my belly was full and I was expected Tristan's child. Never before had I imagined myself, or even Tristan, with a child but it was coming anyway, and I was as proud as any mother could be.

I walked through the streets, people smiling and nodding to me as I passed, unfazed by my eyes. No one was afraid of them as Arthur had passed a law permitting magic to be practiced in the white arts and in the use of healing. They saw me more of an angel now rather than a demon and all stories previous about me had long since faded out of memory.

Humming quietly to myself I looked through the threads, trying to find one the right colour to mend some of Tristan's shirt, which were in desperate need of repair. That man was so careless sometimes when he was out scouting. Returning with leaves in his hair and more holes in his shirts than a wooden block full of termites. I was so distracted with my task that I didn't notice the broad shouldered man come up behind me until he had touched my shoulder.

"Katlyn? Is that you?" My mouth dropped open when I turned.

"Brandon?"

"Kat! Look at you!" My older brother laughed, his bronzed eyes gazing at me with laughter and elated joy. "Samuel! Jacob! Daniel, Tobias, Emmanuel, everyone! It's Kat!" Suddenly I was dragged forwards and I had ten men and boys standing around me, smiling.

"Kat! You look beautiful!"

"Is that gold? Where did you get it?"

"How did you escape the brothel? How long have you been out?" I was flustered by all their questions, staring in shock. What were my brothers doing here? More so, what were their intentions? "Pa! Ma!" Brandon shouted and a weather beaten old man and his wife walked towards us with deep frowns. The change in them shocked me at first. I hardly recognised them. My mother's once luscious black hair was iron grey, her dark eyes narrowed slits with a grim look on her face.

"Daughter?" My father frowned further at me. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." I answered, scowling at them before placing my hands on my hips. His eyes wandered down to my belly, which was just beginning to show.

"I see you have been busy of late. How is the whoring business?" How dare he ask me such a thing? In hot anger I shoved my hand under his nose, showing him my wedding ring.

"I'm married." I informed him then whipped it back, clenching my fist so that none would think to try and steal it. One of the younger boys, my brother Ferdinand, tried to slip my necklace from around my neck but I turned, grabbing his hand and twitching it, making him cry out in pain. "Don't even think about it." I snarled at him before pushing him back to his other brothers. "Leave. I want you all out of my sight!"

"Come on Kat, you're not still angry are you? What happened was nearly ten years ago!" Brandon tried to joke but I pushed him away from me as he tried to slide closer.

"My lady?" A voice called out and I looked to the baker, who was scowling at my family. "Can I offer some assistance?"

"Yes, please find my husband. Tell him I'm in dire need of his aid." The baker nodded, put down his bread and yelled at one of his sons to take care of things as he ran off.

"No need to be like that Kat. Come with us, I have a plan." I recognised that dark gleam in my father's eyes. "You can come back to the show with us. We're doing well but what I have in mind will make us even richer."

"I want no part of your lives. I'd sooner throw you all into a ship and push it from port myself." My mother wrinkled her nose at me, eyes wandering before scowling further.

"You never did have a taste of elegance." She quipped at me, lifting my loose, windswept hair then picked up my sleeve. "If you're made of money then spend it."

"I live comfortably with my husband." I snarled at them. "And the king is kind enough to keep us fed and warm with a room of our own."

"The King? You know the King?" My brothers asked in excitement. "How? Did you bed with him sometime in the past?"

"No! I was never bedded!" I flared intensely. "I ran away from that brothel before they could take my pride. The only man I have ever lain with is the one I am married to." I was stalling for time. I dared not start a fight in my condition, I wanted no harm to come to my child but Tristan wouldn't care who these people were, even if they were my so called family. If I asked him to get rid of them, he'd do so. One way or another.

"Precisely! I've a plan that will work. You come with us, wait for the baby to be born then we'll sell you back to another brothel." I couldn't believe my own father was suggesting this. "We'll get more money, you escape and then we do it all over again. Easy money, no one gets hurt and it won't matter if a man has you once or twice before you manage to escape." My eyes flicked over to my mother who was inching towards a woman, who wore a lover's gift around her neck.

"If you even think about it, I'll have the guards chain you all to the stocks!" I snarled, making her leap back to her husband's side. "I will not go with you. I am happy here, away from the likes of you!"

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice." A knife was pressed to my belly before I could even move away, Brandon gripping my hair as my brothers closed in, hiding me from view. "Unless you want us to carve that bastard from your belly, you'd best come with us." Still glaring, I nodded my head. I would go, but slowly and wait for Tristan to turn up.

Fortunately, the baker was faster than he looked. Tristan came sprinting into view, the other knights close behind him with all weapons drawn. "Mother, father, I'd like you to meet my husband. Sir Tristan." Their faces paled.

"Move!" Brandon tried to shove me forwards but I twisted, snatching his wrist then snapped it, making him scream in pain as he dropped the knife. My brothers all tried to grasp me but I swung my fist then ripped back my elbow, hitting two of them back then slipped underneath them, running to Tristan who instantly held me close, his eyes narrowed. He went to attack but I gripped his shoulder, holding him in place as my father glared at him.

"Unhand my daughter."

"I shall not." Tristan growled sharply, wrapping his arm tighter around me to prove his point. "She is my wife."

"As her father, I have a right to decide what happens to her. I never sanctioned this match, therefore it makes it null and void!" For a moment Tristan flinched, his eyes widening slightly in alarm but I rested my hand against his chest smiling up at him.

"Our marriage was sanctioned by King Arthur himself, who authorised the match and encouraged it to take place so by law it is considered completely legal as the King has the power and right to arrange marriages which will benefit the kingdom." I informed my father, who now lost his confidence. Glancing to the other knights the all moved closer, forming a shield around me. "This is my family now and you will never have any part of it!" Tristan slid his sword back into its scabbard then rested a hand protectively over my stomach as I rested my head against his shoulder.

"You…you can't. I'm your father. I command you leave with me!" I lifted my head and howled with laughter, the others all smirking in agreement.

"You can't command me. I'm the most rebellious girl this country has ever seen. Now go, before I request my brothers forcibly escort you all to your own cells." Some of my brothers looked hurt and I pitied them. They were so young when I was sold away, the youngest only just three but I couldn't afford to dip my finger back into their life. If they wanted to live the way they did, then it was up to them. However….

"Daniel, Richard, Lionel, wait." The three younger boys stopped and looked back at me. They were all under the age of sixteen, they had been my favourite brothers as they had always clung to me as if I were their mother, since our real one hardly ever bothered with them. Our father paused as I pulled away from Tristan and walked up to them. "Would you like to stay?" Their mouths dropped open in shock. "You can become knights and live a life of adventure. You'd never have to steal again. I'll look after you, keep you safe." They all glanced to each other.

Richard, the eldest, shook his head and glared at me. "You're disgusting. That bastard in your belly is going to be nothing more than a whore's child." Turning around I slammed my hands into Tristan, stopping him from throttling my younger brother.

"Let it go."

"No one calls my wife a whore, or my child a bastard." His snarl was deep and menacing but I struggled against him, forcing him away from my brother.

"Let it go, Tristan." I warned him, shoving him back a little then turned to Daniel and Lionel. "Well?" Daniel, the youngest, threw his arms around me.

"I'm so glad you're alright Kat!" He sobbed and I rested my hand on his head, stroking his soft hair. "They told me that you'd run away, that you didn't care about us!" Lionel stepped forwards and embraced me too, smiling broadly and with relief. I read their faces carefully, suspicious that they might be pretending, but I soon relaxed. They were serious. They really had missed me.

"Can we really be knights? With swords and flags and…will we meet the king?" Lionel gushed, looking to the other knights in awe. "Are they…?"

"Lionel, Daniel, this is Tristan, my husband." My scout nodded his head to the boys who shrunk back a little, intimidated by him. "And here we have Lancelot, Gawain, Dagonet, Galahad and Bors. We will all be your mentors."

"You're a knight too?" I nodded proudly, an arm around the both of them as I led them forwards, bubbling proudly to have two of my flesh and blood back at my side.

"I'm Lady Katlyn, first knightress of King Arthur's Round Table." I informed them. "And this…this is your new home." I told them as we stepped over the rise of the market, where in the near distance, the castle gleamed like a brazen heaven, a shimmering lake nestled at its side with forestry climbing away into the distance behind. "Where your legends are only just beginning." I murmured, leaning back as Tristan stepped close behind me and placed both hands over my stomach, sighing with relief.

"You attract more trouble than the entire female race put together." He murmured softly in my ear.

"Ah, but I'm worth it all." I said to him. "Because, as you know, I'm lucky."

"No, you're not." My head snapped around to argue hotly with him but his lips were firmly planted on mine. "You're not the one who is lucky. I am."

*Squeal!
So I wonder if that crazy gypsy lady was right about Tristan and Katlyn, two sons and a daughter? Guess that's up to you guys to imagine for yourselves. Thank you all so much for reading, I hope I'll see you around on some of my other works, peace out!