When awareness returned, however, it was something else entirely. Gone were tender thoughts of the people he'd saved through his sacrifice, beloved, familiar faces that had comforted him as he'd drawn his last breath and found his eternal rest.
No, dying had been the easy part, warm and soothing. Coming back to life was quite the …show more content…
He needed to rise, and quickly… why, he didn't know, but he had to rise.
He kicked off from the bottom, awkwardly at first, as his stiff muscles gradually came back to life. Then up he swam, his oxygen starved lungs burning with agony as he fought his way to the surface.
She called to him softly from the recesses of his blank mind, already beckoning him to her as he lifted his head above the water and remembered what it was to breathe again. Calling, calling, and he began to move in the direction from whence her voice had come, knowing she'd be there before his eyes ever fell upon her black clad figure in the distance.
He knew so many things without quite understanding how the knowledge had come to him. The words that formed his thoughts made complete sense, although he couldn't recall how he'd learned them, or if they'd ever fallen from his lips in the past. Did he have a past?
It didn't matter, for the only certainty that drove him was the one that compelled him to open his mouth and acknowledge the woman he felt a overwhelming desire to …show more content…
"I am yours to command."
She didn't speak at first, just smiled to herself as her eyes traveled slowly down his naked chest. Come out of the water, he felt her beckon silently, as she turned and made her way to shore. Come out, we have work to do…
Lancelot followed at her heels without hesitation, as if he were bound to her by invisible shackles that left him with no possible alternative. But unlike a prisoner who was chained against his will, he trailed after her retreating figure eagerly, his entire awareness wrapped up in a burning need to serve his new mistress, to please her, to do everything possible to bring her satisfaction. He was hers and hers alone; that was all he needed to know.
She faced him again when they reached solid ground, suddenly reaching out to wrap a warm hand around his cold, damp fingers. There was a flurry of words he didn't understand, followed by a brilliant flash of gold in her green eyes, and then the world was spinning, turning, whirling past his bewildered gaze so swiftly that he could distinguish nothing beyond splashes of color and the frigid wind that chilled his naked