Orb's truth, what have I done? he wondered as he gazed around the drafty castle. He'd seen his brother about to forsake the King's daughter to choose the serving girl and he'd snapped. He'd known that it would bring dishonor and shame to his family.
He had done it to protect his brother!
Oh, she could've sworn up and down that Camelot had lied, but there always would've been doubt - especially from his parents.
But, she felt awful for taking advantage of Camelot. He'd given up his family and friends to live in exile with her and her unborn child.
A soft knock at the door had her vigorously rubbing the tears from her eyes. "Come in," she called out in what she hoped was a cheery voice.
"Umm.. does your serving girl usually eat with you?" he asked with surprise. "She's quite comely to look at, but shouldn't she wait until we're done?"
Camelot glared at the impertinent man and tersely informed him that she did eat with them.
As she left, she heard Angus asking incredulously, "What? What'd I say?"
Camelot raced into the room and fidgeted nervously, wishing he knew what to do to help her.
"I'm an uncle!" he said with amazement.
Deanna looked up at him and smiled, "Remember, you're a father..."
His brother would never thank him should he ever discover the truth...
"Yes." he responded quietly.
Camelot looked at her blankly, not understanding.
Living together as they had, she had forgotten that he had never known another woman's touch. Slowly, she lifted her hand up to his cheek and repeated herself slowly, leaning forward to kiss him.
This time he caught her meaning...
Orb's Year 930
"I love you so much," he professed to her one day, stroking her cheek.
Deanna lightly smacked his arm and giggled. "That's what all the boys say after they've been well loved!"
Deanna pulled back and playfully pushed him to the door. "Off to work with you, then!" she said. "I've got to tend to the baby and you've got work to do!"
Camelot sighed at the truth. He was no longer a soldier, as he would have been directly under his brother's command, and had joined the castle guard. He hoped one day to prove his worth. That meant not getting lost in kissing Deanna before work!
"What?" Deanna laughed, "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You're lucky I'm not heart-broken like poor Bradshaw! Left him for his little brother!" When Camelot had told her to hire some help around the house, she'd immediately thought of Ryker since she'd worked with him at the Knightley castle.
However, she could see how this might be a problem. She had lost her virginity to him and he delighted in reminding her!
Even worse, he reminded her of Bradshaw!
Deanna immediately stepped away from his touch, but at the same time, wished she hadn't been so sensitive to his caress. "You know nothing!" she said before turning and leaving the room, not wanting to hear how Bradshaw was doing.
She'd told him a million times that Camelot was at work during this hour.
"Is Camelot at home?" Angus asked cheerfully.
"Of course not, I told you last time..."
"Ah," Angus interrupted her, "Perhaps I could come inside to wait for him?"
"Of course," Deanna said, inviting him in.
Deanna rolled her eyes, "I doubt Crystal would appreciate that!" she said tartly.
Angus leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "What she doesn't know won't kill her, isn't that right?"
Deanna's toes curled at the romantic gesture. She shouldn't allow him such liberties, but my, it felt so good!
"Papa!" Fatima cooed as he tickled her.
It felt as though an arrow pierced his heart. At times like these, his guilt ate at him, telling him that he wasn't a true father...
...but in the meantime, Camelot lived with guilt eating a hole in his heart...
So she'd been pleased and surprised when her family members came to see her!
Braden Farmer shook his head sadly, "No, she wouldn't come. She doesn't know that Farrah or Fiona are here, either. She would be upset."
Braden motioned her into the other room. "Are you well, Deanna. Does Camelot take good care of you?"
"Of course!" Deanna replied with surprise. "Why?"
"You look tired. Has he been working you too hard?"
"I don't care about all that!" Camelot yelled. "Cursed Orb, I love you! I'd gladly give up the castle and my nobility to be with you!"
Deanna stepped close and rested her head on his shoulder, "Let us not fight about this tonight. Let's not worry about class or titles... let us just be..."
Orb's Year 932
In his dreams, Deanna married him and they raised their family together happily. His parents and his brother would come around and accept their love. Maybe even Bradshaw would even see how much more Camelot had loved her...
"Happy birthday, sweetie," Camelot said bending down to hug Fatima tight.
"Thanks Papa!" she said happily.
But, he certainly mourned the loss of a child he thought he would be having.
And he missed his brother.
Glancing across the room, he saw Deanna approaching him.
Camelot opened his mouth and looked at Deanna. Horrified, she choked out that he was her uncle.
Bradshaw cleared his throat suspiciously and clasped his brother on the arm again before leaving the party.
Fatima worriedly looked at her mother, "What's wrong with Papa?" she asked. "Did his brother make him sad?"
"Would you have married Bradshaw?" he asked quietly.
Deanna paused, "What does it matter, what's done is done!"
"If he had asked, would you have married him?"
"But he didn't ask!" Deanna replied in tears. "It doesn't matter!"
As he walked from the door, Deanna buried her face in her hands. Why could she not have given Camelot what he so desperately wanted?